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Poem about Frances Howard's marriage to Robert Carr

A page, a knight, a viscount and an Erle
All foure weare wedded to one lustfull girle
A match well made, for shee was likewise foure
A wife, a witch, a murderer, and a whore.

On Robert Cecil

This Taper, fedd, & nurst with court-oyle,
Made great, & mighty by rapine & spoile
Of ruined subjects; which did shine of late
And flashed with glorie thorough the state,
Unable now to spredd more light about,
Like a lampe dying, stanke, & went out.

The Censure of the Parliament Fart (1607)

Never was bestowed such art
Upon the tuning of a Fart.
Downe came grave auntient Sir John Crooke
And redd his message in his booke.
Fearie well, Quoth Sir William Morris, Soe:
But Henry Ludlowes Tayle cry'd Noe.
Up starts one fuller of devotion
Then Eloquence; and said a very ill motion
Not soe neither quoth Sir Henry Jenkin
The Motion was good; but for the stincking
Well quoth Sir Henry Poole it was a bold tricke
To Fart in the nose of the bodie pollitique
Indeed I must confesse quoth Sir Edward Grevill
The matter of it selfe was somewhat uncivill
Thanke God quoth Sir Edward Hungerford
That this Fart proved not a Turdd