Epigram 8 (Walking the fieldes a wantcatcher I spide,)

Walking the fieldes a wantcatcher I spide,
To him I went desirous of his game:
Sir haue ye taken wants? yes he replide,
Heere are a dozen which were lately tane.
Then you haue left no more. No more quoth he,
Sir I can shewe you more, the more the worse,
And to his worke he wente, but t'wolde not be,
For all the wantes were crept into my purse.
Farewell friend wantcatcher since t'will not be,
Thou canst not catch the wants, but they catch me.