Wastegood

This firſt, whom by his careleſſe ſlovenly gate, at firſt ſight, I imagined to be a Poet, is a waſte good and an unthrift, that he is born to make the taverns rich, and himſelfe a begger[…]

Ayoong Heyre or Corkney, that is his Mothers Darling, if he haue playde the waste-good at the Innes of the Court or about London, and that neither his Students pension, nor his vnthrifts credite will serue to maintaine his Collidge of whores any longer[…]

Give my waste-good your stuffs, and go with my cousin, sir; he'll presently despatch you.