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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