Transpadan also, that mine own I touch,Or any washing teeth to shine o'er much,Yet thy incessant grin I would not see,For naught than laughter silly sillier be.Thou Celtiber art, in Celtiberia born,Where man who's urined therewith loves a-mornHis teeth and ruddy gums to scour and score;So the more polisht are your teeth, the moreArgue they sipping stale in ampler store.
THREATENING RAVIDUS WHO STOLE HIS MISTRESSWhat thought of folly Rávidus (poor churl!)Upon my iambs thus would headlong hurl?What good or cunning counsellor would fainUrge thee to struggle in such strife insane?Is't that the vulgar mouth thy name by rote?What will'st thou? Wishest on any wise such note?Then shalt be noted since my love so liefFor love thou sued'st to thy lasting grief.
ON MAMURRA'S MISTRESSThat Ametina, worn-out whore,Me for a myriad oft would bore,That strumpet of th' ignoble nose,