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Poems, or, Epigrams, satyrs, elegies, songs and sonnets, upon several persons and occasions
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Eliot, John.
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1658
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Wing E521; ESTC R40411
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slain you both when she did die So who writes ones must write boths Elegie Excuse me Sir Passion will swet that 's pent Thank not my Tears I cannot but lament To see a Lady ready for your bed To deaths embraces yield her Maiden-head And that Angellick corpse that should have been A Cabinet to lodge your Jewells in Should now b' embalm'd with dust and made a prey To glut'nous wormes which will call that day On Which her loines unto their lot did fall Though your solemnities their festivall She was to good for man she was to high A mate for Angels to get Angels by In whom there was as much divinitie And Excellence as could in woman be Whom you and all ador'd and did suppose To be a Goddess in a Mortalls clothes But Heav'n to undecieve thee let you know By her mortality she was not so To his friend Mr. B. archd of N. LEt me enjoy you for I faine wou'd know If still you look like one of us or no Is not your former pleasing form off stript Since when your Worship was arch-deaconship't Quakes not your head-piece with ingotten winde Or swells and burst your night-caps all behind Or are you to the Velvet day-caps come As fits Episcopabilissimum Rise not your browes in billows apt to drowne Poor Tom beneath with an impetuous frowne Burn your disdainfull eys or sweetly move As earst and gently shine on those you love Is not your nose suspended or awrie And since t' was archt exalts it self on high Blesse me what daintie proper men of late By wealths convulsion or a pang of state Have I seen chang'd as once by Circe's cup And to a be astlie figure quite run up Poor Cambridge Snakes that use to creep and lick The bubling spume of my then Rhetorique And cling in amarous folds my verse to hear Verse that at once could please and keep in fear Now fierie flying dragon doctors are That warm'd with Prebends and fat steeples dare Both hisse and sting For me t' is state enough To hisse or creep in their forgoten slough Practice and contemplations I agree Should rise let that a Banging B B be Whiles this shines West yet may no crime attaint The first but like the second live a saint Alas the churches tayle is lost in drinke While Pot and Pipe are made their pen and ink And if the Jowle in pride be pickled too What shall the sides the bulk the bodie do Curates leave ale leave Prelates ease and pride Or learn'd and Lay the Clergie will deride God knowes those blemishes on foot and face Do need the healthfull spirit of his grace And you my Learned friend though past the rore Of Scillia's doggs take heed in vent'ring ore Charibdis gulf where Mâ—rmaid Honour sits On seas of danger strow'd with rocks and pits Lest I when clambring over hills and dales By North and South your palace out in Wales Approaching as to Phâ—â—bus burnisht roof Like Phaeton be bid to stand aloof And scarce recovering me at second sight You swear good faith I had forgot you quite I promis'd you a Prebend but in troâ—h I am so press'd with Lords and Ladies both That I can do you now no further grace Then the reversion of the ninetenth place Nine years I have expected and am loth To name him yet a mounting B B S oath But if I live to write his Epitaph It shall so weep that all that read shall laugh You cannot so decieve Then onward march Till to your first you raise a second arch On Mistres Angel wife to Master Iohn Angel preacher of Leicester deceasing at Bath ANgell in name and angell like in life Save that she was a mortal and a wife Those bonds discharg'd advanc'd this perfect wife To Angell's single and immortall life FINIS Books Printed for Hen. Brome at the Gun in Iâ—y-Lane The Souls Gonflict Being Eight Sermons six whereof were preached at Oxford The Queens Exchange A Comedy by Richard Brome Two Essays of Love and Marriage The Grand Impostor Examined Or the life and Triall of James Nayler The Souls Tournkey Being a Conference betwixt Mr Hanum and Mr Tuke Moderator of Gr. Coll. in London Books now in the Presse which will shortly be extant The affinity of sacred Liturgies By Hamon L' Estrange Esq Five New Comedies which were never before publisht By Richard Brome A Learned and desired Comentary on the whole Epistle to the Philippians By Nath. Tucker late Preacher of the Gospel at Portsmouth Dr Browns Garden of Cyrus or the Quincunciall Lozenges or Net-work plantations
keep thee that thou wert wont to keep For thy revenews and thy penny rents Are all forestall'd by Cittizens extents Then as I said good unthrift let it be Thou once kept house now let the house keep thee To a great Lord that upbraided his Servant with Poverty YOur Lordship did object upon a time My poverty against me as a crime You blamed me that I borrowed had of those Who to your knowledge were my greatest foes It had been nobly done Sir to relieve me Rather then with my wants and Foes to grieve me But in distress give me a foe that lends Before a thousand faithless fruitless friends To his reconciled Enemy YOu were my enemy so went the cry But your late actions hath given that the ly You are my freind profest nay you have sworne it And but I know it reall I should scorne it Let all back-biters then henceforth be Mute Freinds by their workes are knowne as trees by fruit He that shall speak me faire and loves me not Calls for the reckoning up but payes no shot Give me the man that smoothly steals away Uses few words but leaves me nought to pay Let those that envie this our frendship know That I much more to you then them do owe For you have paid my scores so used me better Then such as scorn'd me 'cause I was a debter Thus by your actions I shall ever prize you Who calls you then my foe I swear belies you Upon a Fool that was angry at his evil Fortune GRaccus at fortune rayls and oft imparts Unto his private friends some evil chance Still wondering that a man of his deserts That fickle whore so slowly should advance Indeed since fortune favours fools so much All wonder may that thy ill fortune 's such Vpon a Fellow that fear'd he should run mad for his Mistresse RAlph is love sick and thinks he shall run mad And loose his wits a thing Ralph never had Take comfort man if that be all thou fearest A groat will pay the loss when wits at dearest Vpon a Highway Thief DIck had two words that did maintain him ever The one was stand the other was deliver But Dick's in Newgate and I fear will never Be blest again with that sweet word deliver Of one that was burnt in the Hand THat fellow there as simply as he stands Hath all the law by rote at 's fingers ends Nay answers one he hath it in his hands For at last Sessions had he not found friends He had been hang'd if out he have not bit it The law 's there to be read as Deverax writ it Vpon a Ladies Tailor turnd out of service having been long her Favourite WHat Monsieur Nit my Ladies Taylor here That she maintain'd for trimming her old gear I heard why you were out of favour put A sour Nitships yard she found was lately cut Then blame her not she had just cause of Ire A childe once burnt you know will fear the fier Then she that hath so oftentimes been served Hath in her old age cause to be afeard Vpon his unkinde Kinred IN kinsman friend of old was comprehended Give me one friend and hang up all my kindred A Gardner and his Wife A Gardners wife that long had barren been Her husband one night thus did make his mone Sure wife quoth he 't is for some deadly sin That this our work 'mongst all the rest alone Is fruitless here 's labor but no increasing Husband quoth she this ground doth want much dressing With that the man a far fetcht sigh sent forth And swore it had more dressing then t was worth A peremptory Gold-smiths Wife A Goldsmiths wife most boldly oft required Of her good man a hundred pound in gold For what use to know humbly he desired For my pleasure quoth she strait down t was tould Take it said he my onely dearest Dear And thus she serves him twice or thrice a year Though he do oft thus for her pleasure pay Yet that he is a Wittall who can say A Courteous Chambermaid DOll often did protest and deeply too Her sought for Maydenhead she would not loose At last her Ladies Son did Doll pursue And wood so well she could not him refuse How now quoth he how can you salve your Vow Why that 's not lost quoth she that 's given to you To one that entreated the Author to write some Verses to a Book that he had going to the Press I Was intreated by a scambling Knight Something in praise of his new book to write I that am ready at each Suiters whistle As others did provided an Epistle But 'cause I did not prayse his work enough He left it out which I took much in snuff But let it pass it hath given me a schoolling I 'l henceforth sooth up woodcocks in their fooling The Author upon his Epigrams MY Epigrams by hundreds I send forth And give them too for nought that 's just their worth If in mouths of gift horses few men look Vouchsafe but so much justice to this book For rather then I 'le sell paper and Inck I'lâ— be a night man though the office stinck To the truly Honourable and antiently Noble Benefactor the Lord Dunkelly Vicecount Tunbridg Vpon the Authors obligations to him An Epigram I Am your Lordships debtor yet who looks I fear will scarcely finde me in your books My name I doe suspect is clearly lost And I for want of payment out am crost Yet my ambition 's still great Lord to mount High in your books I mean of good account In other books where ere I find my name I wish their libraries were all in flame A tradesmans book is worse to me by far Then the black book where psalms of mercie are To read is not enough my life to save Iudgment or satisfaction they must have Their books condemn me yours would me acquit Let me be blotted there in yours fair writ Their great accounts my greatest sorrow is The greater your account the more my bliss Then know your honour cannot please me better Then write me down at large your thankfull debtor To the most deservedly beloved and honoured the the Lady Viscountess Tunbridge Madam WHere should I place your honour if not heer Since 't is as all men know your proper sphear You doe not in your orb so sweetly move Wanting his presence you so dearly love Therefore my judgment humbly thought it meet To place you thus together in one sheet And may those powers that govern death and fate So ty so binde and so conglutinate The holy bonds that hold you now together That neither may lament the loss of either May death and time and fate want power to force Either a separation or devorce Betwixt you and let every new year bring To both your bloods to both your loves a spring May you grow old in nothing but in seeing Your Childrens Childrens Children still in being My orisons are done and Madam now I