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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A15606	Wits recreations. Selected from the finest fancies of moderne muses	Herbert, George, 1592-1637.; Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650, engraver.	1640 (1640)	STC 25870; ESTC S120256	79,337	324

never sell 'em at 110 To Lycus That poetry is good and pleasing thou dost cry Yet know'st not when 't is right or when awry Thou know'st great Ovid's censure to abstaine From pleasing good is vertue 's chiefest aime 111 On Charismus Thou hast compos'd a book which neither age Nor future time shall hurt through all their rage For how can future times or age invade That work which perished assoone as made 112 Of one praising my book Harpax doth praise my book I lately writ Saith it is short and sweet and full of wit I knew his drift and sayd be silent 'pray For in good fayth I 've given 'em all away 113 Facilis discensus averni The way to hell is easie th' other day A blind man ●hither quickly found the way 114 Age and Youth Admire not youth despise not age although Some yong are grave most old men children grow 115 On Orus Orus sold wine and then Tobacco now He Aqua-vitae doth his friends allow What ere he had is sold to save his life And now turn'd Pander he doth sell his wife 116 On Women Women are books and men the readers be In whom oft times they great Errata's see Here sometimes wee a blot there wee espy A leafe misplac'd at least a line awry If they are books I wish that my wife were An Almanacke to change her every yeare 117 On Acerra Tobacco hurts the braine phisicians say Doth dull the wit and memory decay Yet feare not thou Acerra for 't will ne'r Hurt thee so much by use as by thy feare 118 On Briso Who private lives lives well no wonder then You do absent you from the sight of men For out of doores you neer by day appeare Since last you lost i' th pill●ry your eare 119 On the King of 〈◊〉 picture Who but the halfe of this neat picture drew That it could ne're be fully done well knew 120 To his Mistris Hyperbole of worth should wit suggest My will with Epithites and I invest That shrine but with deserved paraphrase Adulatory poetry would praise And so but staine your wo●th your vertues or Else none at all shall be my orator 121 B. I. answer to a thiefe bidding him stand Fly villaine hence or be thy coate of steele I le make thy heart my ●razen b●llet feele And send that thrice as thievish soul of thine To hell to weare the Devils V●lentine 122 The Theefe 's ●eplie Art thou great Ben or the revived ghost Of famous Shake-spear or som drunken host Who being tipfie with thy muddy beer Dost think thy rimes shall daunt my soul with fear Nay know base slave that I am one of those Can take a purse a swell in verse as prose And when th' art dead write this upon thy herse Here lies a Poet that was robb'd in verse 123 Vpon Clarinda begging a lock of her lovers haire Fairest Clarinda she whom truth cals faire Begg'd my heart of mee and a lock of haire Should I give both said I how should I live The lock I would the heart I would not give For that lest●heeving love should steal away Discretion had lock'd up and kept the key As for the locke of haire which lovers use My head laid on her knee I pray'd her chuse Taking her ●izars by a cunni●g art First pick'd the lock and then she stole my heart 124 To his Mistris Dearest thy twin'd haires are not threds of gold Nor thine eyes diamonds nor do I hold Thy lips for rubies nor thy cheeks to bee Fresh roses nor thy dugs of Ivory The skin that doth thy dainty body sheath Nor Alablaster is nor dost thou breath Arabian odours these the earth brings forth Compar'd with thine they would impair thy worth Such then are other mistrisses but mine Hath nothing earth but all divine 125 The Answer If earth doth never change nor move There 's nought of earth sure in thy love Sith heavenly bodies with each one Concur in generation And wanting gravitie are light Or in a borrowed lustre bright If meteors and each falling star Of heavenly matter framed are Earth hath my mistrisse but sure thine All heavenly is though not divine 126 On his Mrs. I saw faire Flora take the aire When P●aehus shin'd and it was faire The heavens to allay the heat Sent drops of raine which gently beat The sun retires asham'd to see That he was barr'd from kissing thee Then Bore as took such high disdaine That soon he dri'd those drops again Ah cunning plot and most ●ivine Thus to mix his breath with thine 127 On an houre glasse Do thou consider this small dust Here running in this glasse By atomes mov'd Ca●st thou beleeve that this the body was Of one that lov'd And in his Mistrisse playing like a fly Turn'd to cinders by her eye Yes and in death as life have it expre●t That lovers ashes take no rest 128 On the picture of Cupid in a jewell worn by his Mrs. on her brest Little Cupid enter in and heat Her heart her brest is not thy seat Her brests are fitted to entice Lovers but her heart's ofice Thaw Cupid that it hence forth grow Tender still by answering no. 129 On his Mistris When first I saw thee thou didst sweetly play The gentle theefe and stol'st my heart away Ren●er me mine againe or leave thy own Two are too much for thee since I have none But if thou wilt not I will swear thou art A sweet-fac'd creature with a double heart 130 On Cupid Cupid hath by his sly and subtill art A certaine arrow shot and peirc't my heart What shall I doe to be reveng'd on love There is but one way and that one I 'le prove I 'le steale his arrowes and will head them new With womens hearts and then they will fly true 131 On a Tobacconist All dainty meats I do defie Which feed men fat as swine Hee is a frug all man indeed That on a leafe can dine He needs no napkin for his hands His fingers ends to wipe That keeps his kitchin in a box And roast 〈◊〉 in a pipe 132 On the same If mans flesh be like swines as it is said The metamorphosis is sooner made Then full-fac'd Gnatho no tobacco take Smoaking your corps lest bacon you do make 133 Another Tom I commend thee above all I know That sold'●t thy cushion for a pipe of To For now t is like if ere thou study more Thou 'lt sit to 't harder then thou dist before 124 On Tobacco Nature's Idea phisicks rare perfection Cold rheumes expeller and the wits direction O had the gods known thy immortall smack The heavens ere this time had been colored black 135 On a beloved lye I hate a lie and yet a lye did run Of noble Goring's death and Kensington And for that they did not untimely dye I love a lye because that was a ly For had it been an accident of ruth 'T had made me grow in hatred of the truth