Of one that vow'd to dis-inherit his sonne, and giue his goods to the poore

A Citizen that dwelt neere Temple-barre,
By hap one day fell with his Sonne at Iarre;
Whom for his euill life, and lewd demerit,
He oft affirm'd, he would quite dis-inherit,
And vow'd his goods, and lands, all to the poore,
His sonne what with his play, what with his whore,
Was so consum'd at last, as he did lacke
Meate for his mouth, and clothing for his backe.
O craftie pouerty! his father now,
May giue him all he hath, yet keepe his vow.