Now by your leave, Monsieur Humorist, you that talke of mens humours and dispositions, as though you had bene a Constellation-setter seven yeres in the firmament, or had cast account of every mans nativitie with the starres: but if I were as the Astronomers, I would call you into question for it, seeing you have so abused their Art. But, had you bene but so meane a Philosopher, as have knowne, that mores sequuntur humores   you would questionles have made better humours, if it had bene but to better our maners, and not instead of a morall medicine, to have given them a mortall poyson: but I consider of you, as of a yonger brother: you wanted this fame multis nimium; and nulli satis   coyne (a goodyere of it) and therefore opus & usus   put you to such a pinch, that you made sale of your Humours to the Theater and there plaid Pee boh with the people in your humour, then out of your humour. I doe not blame you for this: for though you were guilty of many other things, yet I dare say, you were altogether without guilt at that time, notwithstanding I suppose you would have written for love, and not for money: but I see you are one of those that if a man can finde in his purse to give them presently, they can finde in their hearts to love him everlastingly: for now adaies Aes in præsenti perfectum format amorem   But it makes the lesse matter, because I know but few but are corrivals with you in the love of silver: so that if the question were asked, Quis amat pecuniam? Experience would answere the voice with a double Eccho Quisquis   And indeed I see no reason, why everie true subject should not love the Q. coyne.