To a lying Victualler

False tales are like Trap-doores, which still to bolt
With Oaths against the truth, is to revolt
From him we vow'd to follow, love, and feare.
If therefore thou dost hold that Iewell deare,
For which our Lord a bloody price did pay,
Give not the Devill leave a claw to lay
Upon it, whiles thou wouldst the truth disprove,
And (like thy hang'd Signe) with each winde dost move.
For he's above, that closest faults will bring
To light, and call mine Host to th' reckoning.