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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A39713	Euterpe revived, or, Epigrams made at several times in the years 1672, 1673, & 1674 on persons of the greatest honour and quality most of them now living : in III books.	Flecknoe, Richard, d. 1678?	1675 (1675)	Wing F1222; ESTC R27364	29,820	106

EUTERPE Revived OR Epigrams Made at several Times In the years 1672 1673 1674 On persons of the greatest Honour and Quality Most of them now living In III BOOKS Printed at LONDON And are to be sold by the Booksellers of London and Westminster 1675. THE Preface I Publish these Epigrams as I make them the last the first which may excuse me if I rank them accordingly They are every year a new Work by adding the new unto the old and behold those of this present year Their Subject is chiefly Heroick as are the persons whose praises they contain And I writ them chiefly to let the World know That as we want not many praise-worthy persons so ther want not some to praise them for 't And that you may not think me ambitious of names I mention none but those I have the honour to know and be known unto For the Style you are no more to expect the force and grandeur of Epick and Heroick Poems in an Epigram than the force of a Ship of War or grandeur of a huge Carrack in a Yaught or Pleasure-boat Suffice it if it be such as I describe in this Epigram What Ayres in point of Musick are the same In point of writing is your Epigram Short quick and sprightly and both these and those When th' Ear expects it comes unto a close 'T is but few lines but those like Gold well-try'd Out of the dross of many lines beside And Poetry's language of the gods but these In brief the language of the Oracles 'T is short but in its shortness does comprize The Point of Wit wherein the sharpness lies And 's nothing worth if any thing be sed Or tedious dull or vulgar-spirited Poets can't write nor Orators declame But all their Wit is chiefly Epigram In fine in Verse and Prose and every thing Your Epigram is writing for a King Some may mislike them perhaps because they treat not of Love nor Love-matters but others may like them the better and for my part since the itch of lascivious love is but the scab of Poetry I should be sorry any one should find in my Writings that I with my scratching had exulcerated it TO His Majesty VOuchsafe Great Sire on these to cast Your sight Made chiefly for Your MAJESTIES delight By him has cast off all Ambition But pleasing and delighting You alone Counting it highest Honour can befall To delight Him who 's the Delight of all The first Book of EPIGRAMS Written An. 1673. On the Duke of ORMOND's going along with the KING in Banishment WHen I but onely mention Ormond's Name Methinks it is enough of Epigram Ormond who never left the KING but went Alwayes along with Him in Banishment Whil'st many in that dark and cloudy Time Made too great difference 'twixt the KING and him So nearer Garments never quit their Master When stormy winds do blow but stick the faster While light and looser ones like Scarfs they find Are blown away with every storm of wind And so the KING rewards him now we see With nearest Trust for his Fidelity Who well discerns the difference betwixt them Who follow His Fortune and who follow Him And knows that who in adverse Times ne'r leave Him Are those in prosp'rous Times will ne'r deceive Him To the Earl of OSSORY on his Return from SEA An. 73. MY LORD YOur Friends are glad y' ar safely come ashore And all desire you 'd go to Sea no more Nor put your Life in danger to be lost On Forreign Seas nor on a Forreign Coast. What need you go Y 'ave hazarded enough And put your Valour to th' extremest proof And as for Honour y 'ave by Land such store You need not go to Sea to purchase more If 't be to serve your Countrey that you go There 's none so ignorant who does not know You with your head may serve it more by Land Than ever any at Sea did with their hand In fine The Brave and Noble Ossory Is known and honoured enough by Sea And now the Land desires to have its share Of knowing and of honouring him there To the Lady MARY CANDISH MADAM IN this our Age when thar so Critick grown They seek to find out spots even in the Moon And Sun it self I scarce should be believ'd If I should tell how virtuously y 'ave liv'd Pure as a Chrystal mirrour chaste as Ice And full as free from stain or spot of Vice Nor Stars in Heaven nor Ermins on the Snow In all their wayes could more unblemisht go One who the Secret and Receipt has got To silence Rumour and stop Slanders Throat When everywhere th' ar so outragious grown To bark and bite at Fames of every one The onely Sanctuary where Vertu 's free And Feminin Honour safe and finally The best example of a Virgins life And perfect pattern of a married Wife These are your praises and you may contest With any of your Sex for all the rest To JAMES Duke of MONMOUTH begun at his going into France An. 1669 and ended at his coming from the Siege of Maestricht An. 1673. VVE to the French as much in Court did yield As they to us did formerly i' th' Field Till Manmouth went and overcame them more I' th' Court than e'r we did i' th' Field before How fatal to the French is Monmouth's Name They shu'd be twice thus Conquer'd by the same By Valour first in War and now no less A second time by Gallantry in Peace Now Noble Monmouth Was it not enough That thou in Court shu'dst give so great a proof How gallant and how brave thou wert but thou I' th' Field shu'dst give no less a proof of 't too Since thou so early dost begin to tread The paths of Virtue which to Honour lead From this great Valour and great Soul of thine What may the World expect of thee in time But for our glory thou shu'dst Conquer more Than ever Harry Monmouth did before To the Duke of ALBEMARLE going to SEA IN these our Warlike Times when every one Is going to Sea and shames to stay at home Your King and Countrey have more care than so Amongst the rest my Lord to let you go For th' honour which your Father left you is Not only yours but your Posterities And they as his Trustees concerned ar Till y 'ave an Heir you shu'd not go to War Like falling Palaces which none repairs Their Honours are whose Houses have no Heirs And they but build without foundation Who have no Heirs to found their Houses on They know upon what ground you found your Right Of being a Souldier and of going to fight But if born of a General as you ar You think y 'ave so great Right to go to War Your Son will have a greater Right than you Not only born o' th' Race of one but two These are their chiefest Arguments and how You 'll answer them my Lord I do not know To FRANCES Dutchess of RICHMOND on

a hundred other parts For to take and conquer Hearts 'Mongst the rest her Air 's so sprightful And so pleasant and delightful With such Charms and such Attractions In her words and in her actions As whoe'r does hear and see Say there 's none do charm but she But who have her in their arms Say sh' has hundred other Charms And as many more Attractions In her words and in her actions But for that suffice to tell ye 'T is the little pretty Nelly ON Mris IEAN ROBERTS ROberts whom rather we Rob-hearts may call Since of our hearts her Beauty robs us all And does it with such gentle force and slight As she even robs us with her very sight Nay what few Beauties else cou'd ever do Her sight not onely robs but kills us too Though none so fond of life was ever found Who wou'd not gladly die of such a wound Nor talk of Law to her who is above All other Laws but onely those of Love Whence she 's so high and absolute become As she gives Laws to all but takes of none Such priviledge Beauty has whence we may see Less Thieves are punisht great ones lawless be And mighty Conquerors whom no Laws can touch Do rob and kill like her but not so much To CLARISSA Too curious in her Dress ANd why Clarissa all this pain and care To gain the Reputation of fair When without all this care and all this pain You have already what you strive to gain All other Arts in you would show as poor As theirs would do who seek to guild Gold ore And you 'd appear as vain in it as they Who seek by Art to Blanch the Milkie way Men well this curious dressing may suspect Since Beauty still shows best in the neglect And Truth and it needs so small setting sorth As all you add to 't takes but from it's worth Leave then Clarissa these poor helps to those Who need to piece their Beauties out with Clothes So Politicks when th' Lyons skin does fail Do use to piece it out with Foxes tail But when th' have Lyons skin enough 't is poor And beggerly to add a piece to 't more To CAELIA Disswasion from Marriage CAElia Who now are in your Beauties prime Courted by all the Gallants of the time Who nothing else the whilst of Heaven do crave But tha ' for Wife they might fair Celia have I 'le tell you what your Beauty is and what Y' are to expect when come to Marriage state Beauty is just like Sweet-meats which before Th' have tasted of nothing they long for more But after once 't is tasted and enjoy'd Nothing with which your Men are sooner cloy'd Your Marriage then is such a Tepid thing And 's flames become so dull and languishing As losing all their force i' th' Marriage-Breast 'T is Ice to them that 's Fire to all the rest Go Caelia then and Marry if you will If not be wise and live a Virgin still TO SIR K. D. WHilst with thy mighty Wit I but compare Our Petty ones methinks they Pigmies are And thine the Gyant with whose vast discourse Whilst we 'd be meddling fain but want the force Thy Wit comes to 't and takes it up with ease And turns and winds which way so'er thou please Whence we perceive 't is not for every one To manage Hercules Club but him alone Mean time how I have long'd when I have been Where I some insolent talking Sir have seen Usurping all discourse o' th' company Whil'st none must speak none must be heard but he T' ave some such Tyrant-Conquerour as thou To undertake him onely to see how My talking Sir would presently be husht And all 's swoln pride just like a Bladder crusht So have I seen some Chattering Pye or Iay Fright with their noise the lesser Fowl away Untill some mighty Eagle comes in sight When straight themselves are husht and put to flight To Mr. Ed Waller ON His Excellent POEMS Poco e bono 'T Is not in Wits as 't is in horses found Where those who run the fastest get most ground Nor does 't with Books as 't does with Cattle fare Where those are counted best that greatest are Yet such voluminous Authors think it brave When they like thos o' th' Alps their swelling have Which other men more learned and more wise Do look upon but as deformities If Writing much did make a learned man Scriveners write more than Learned'st Authors can Or th' Imploying much Paper were the way A hundred Tradesmen Imploy more than they The Italian wisely say's A little and good By which best way of writing's understood And never any Author more then you Did in their writings make that saying true On a most fair Beautiful Youth WHat more than fair and Beauteous Youth is this Seems Nature's chiefest Pride Master-piece When doubtful whether sex to make she made One who of either all perfection had You 'd think him young Apollo or the Sun But that his face has two Phoebus but one Or else that Cupid God of Love he were Did he like him but Bow and Quiver bear Who e're he be you by his Eyes and Face May see he 's born of more-than-mortal Race And that ther 's somewhat in 's Nativitie Approaches nigh to a Divinitie Live then Fair Youth and may the Fates still twine New Treads of life and add them unto thine Till thou at last Immortal may'st become As bright Latona's or fair Venus Son Which if the Fates and destines deny Thine own Immortal fame may well supply Of Miss's and Mistresses TO know the derivation of a Miss She the diminutive of a Mistress is Or little Mistress who as yet 's not come Unto the honour of a greater one But you may call her by her Christen name Whil'st t' other must at least be call'd Ma-dame And she most commonly unmarried is Whil'st Married wives commonly are Mistresses For th' rest ' bating but difference of the name To all intents and purposes they 'r the same Living the merriest and the pleasant'st lives With all the priviledges of Married wives And are to their Gallants more costly far Than Married wives unto their Husbands ar They giving more how e're the Devil it comes For lawless pleasures then for lawful ones Whence now Son of a Whore's a name more common Then ever was Son of an honest Woman Of one Sweating IN CORNELIVS's TVB WHo 's this that lives so like Diogenes For he liv'd in a Tub and so does this Some holy Anchorite perhaps does dwell In Tub instead of Solitarie cell Or some Tub-preacher who does take such pain To Preach 'gainst Babel as he sweats again Pox now I know he 's one i' th' case he 's in Who Sweats far more for 's own than Adam's sin And 's in so sweet a pickle I suppose He 's glad himself that he has n'er a Nose Yet he 's so far from rayling against Women Or sorrow and repentance