Wise parents""
Ha, I was not born to be my cradle's drudge,To choke and stifle up my pleasures' breath,To poison with the venomed caress of thrift,
My private sweet of life: only to scrape
A heap of muck, to fatten and manure
The barren virtues of my
progeny,And make them sprout, spight of their want of worth
By Sir Edward Fortune,
in Jack Drum's Entertainment (A4v),
John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 40v