with a fur gown on, almost representing the fashion of that, belonging
to a master of arts, but the bottom of the sleeve reach no lower than
his knees; on his head is a round cap, his chin and lips are close
shaved, and hath a dagger hanging to his girdle.[2]

Dr. Fuller mentions a book writ by our author,[3] entitled Monumenta
Literaria, which are said to Non tam labore, condita, quam Lepore
condita: The author of English poetry, speaking of several of our old
English bards, says thus of our poet. "John Heywood for the mirth and
quickness of conceit, more than any good learning that was in him,
came to be well rewarded by the king."

That the reader may judge of his epigrams, to which certainly the
writer just mentioned alludes, I shall present him with one writ by
him on himself.

Art thou Heywood, with thy mad merry wit?
Yea for sooth master, that name is even hit.
Art thou Heywood, that apply's mirth more than
thrift?
Yes sir, I take merry mirth, a golden gift.
Art thou Heywood, that hast made many mad
plays?
Yea many plays, few good works in my days.
Art thou Heywood, that hath made men merry
long?
Yea, and will, if I be made merry among.
Art thou Heywood, that would'st be made merry
now?
Yes, Sir, help me to it now, I beseech you.