To Captain Nym

Betimes thou findst me e'r I stir, and sai'st
Thy mornings draught o'r night thou promis'd wast,
But thou nor car'st so much for that or me,
My breeches in the chair thou com'st to see;
Thy plot prevented thus thou fliest hence,
In hast to th' next friend with the like pretence,
Whose pockets, you surprising, borrow there
Without his leave a crown perhaps, for fear
More mist, might be discover'd, for thy friend
Shouldst thou but ask it, would not six pence lend
Thus each friends hinder Phob thy want supplies,
Whence thou dost raise thy daily subsidies,
And pick some crums of comfort; but alas!
Nym th'other night by Festus couzned was,
With whom he needs would lie; for Festus did
Not think his money safe though under's bed,
But hid it in Nyms pocket: thought he, ne'r
Wil, shifting Nym, look once for money there.
Thus Nym protected, what he els had stole;
Better to venter thus, then lose the whole.