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Epigrams theological, philosophical, and romantick also the Socratick session, or, The arraignment and conviction of Julius Scaliger : with other select poems / by S. Sheppard.
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Sheppard, S. (Samuel)
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1651
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thinks thy Noble Soul Should not be timorous Who 's he dares Mortimer controule Fate must not menace us ISSABEL I could rejoyce that he were dead But that I durst conspire To macerate his vitall thread Is horrible and Dire MORTIMER In that in that alone faire Queen Thy Love is manifest All had been nought had this not been In sanguine Lines expre'st ISSABEL Then let our Loves obstructer die But I Prognosticate Many that his Throne shall supplie Shall taste the selfe-same Fate MORTIMER No matter I am sure my brow Shall ne're empaled be With Brittains wreath a Crown I know Was not ordain'd for mee ISSABEL Oh but unhappie Edwards Sonne See'st not how he does lower Hee knowes although a Child what 's done He must ere long have power MORTIMER But I 'le anticipate his time The Boy shall to his Syre That he is Edwards is his Crime Ere long he shall expire ISSABEL But my distress'd Soule doth Divine Thou by his rage shalt Perish I justly in a Prison pine That durst such Treason cherish EPIG 22. To the hopefull and excellently Ingenious Mr. JOHN QUARLES IT were a Treason ' gainst Apollo's Gam Should I not consecrate one Epigram To thee sweet Quarles whose Person though I ne'r Did blesse my eyes with I affect most dear Heyre to thy Fathers Genius Hee whose Braine Measur'd the Earth and Fathomed the Maine Whose Theologick Layes I do admire Who drew the Starr's down with his Thespian Lyre How like thy Father dost thou strike the Strings Soaring aloft borne on those very wings Rap't him to the third Heaven where hee 's now Wearing as faire an Anadem on 's brow As god-like Bartas claimes go thou but on And doubt not of a Chaplet and a Throne EPIG 23. On Mr. Chapmans Incomparable Translation of Homers Workes VVHat none before durst ever venture on Unto our wonder is by Chapman done Who by his skill hath made great Homers Song To vaile it's Bonnet to our English tongue So that the Learned well may question it Whether in Greek or English Homer writ O happy Homer such an able Pen To have for thy Translator happier then * By Golding Ovid or * By Phaer Virgil who beyond their strength Are sttretcht each Sentence neare a Mile in length But our renoun'd Chapman worthy praise And meriting the never blasted Bayes Had rendered Homer in a genuine sence Yea and hath added to his Eloquence And in his Comments his true sence doth shew Telling Spondanus what he ought to know Eusthatius and all that on them take Great Homers Mistick meaning plaine to make Yeeld him more dark with farr fetcht Allegories Sometimes mistaking clean his learned Stories As 'bout the flie * Menalaus Agamemnons Brother a Soft pated Prince as Homer covertly renders him throughout his Illiads and as Mr. Chapman hath aptly observed in Homer Menalaus did inspire Junos retreat Achilles strange desire but he to his own sence doth him restore And Comments on him better then before Any could do for which with Homer wee Will yeeld all Honour to his Memory EPIG 24. Epitaph on Mr. Flood REader thou need'st no Inundation feare Yet be it known a Flood 's Imprisoned here EPIG 25. To Mr. E. G. YOu say Sir that I do obscurely live And my retyr'dnesse doth suspicion give Fame you say on wings doth flie Whole aves himselfe doth living die 'T is true I do in darknesse goe That I am thought-bound well I know Honour I seek not I flight Fame I feele within what those do blame That are without I scorn 't is true The World it me I honour you EPIG 26. Epitaph on Mr. James Gourd a singing-man HFre lies a Chorister whose voice appli'd Unto the Organ oft hath dignifi'd His maker who so likt his Carroling He took him into heaven there to sing EPIG 27. To the PARLIAMENT of ENGLAND YOu are the Braine the Liver and the Heart Wee are the Hands Of this great Body and the Vitall part The Feet whereon it stands The Bones and Bulke which must the Burthen beare Therefore without offence With you wee sure may claime an equall share ' Specially in the Common sence EPIG 28. To Mr. Edward Gosling pittying my want of Books THe rage of these rude times hath snatch'd away My Books from Aesop to Mirandula I now for Books have 'bove my head the skies The Truth for Light and Reason for my Eyes Under me Earth about me Ayre and Sea Vertue for Guide and Nature for my Way And truth to say in Books as Clouds men see Of whose Embracements Centaures gotten be EPIG 29. A Paralell AS Humours drawn up from the Ground Are unto many Functions bound ' Cause of their native property And climes through which their journeys be Some Meteors that amaze below Some Comets that fore-threaten woe Some hailestones that afflict the earth Some raine which hastens every birth Lightning and Thunder made of those Cold regions double heates inclose So is mankind in other fashion Rais'd and let fall with his own passion Form'd Transformed made instruments In many shapes and many vents Feeding great men as Vapours do And vading Scourge their Parents too Some mishap'd Meteors terrifying True Spirits under Tyrants lying Others like Windes and made to blow To breath themselves and overthrow Others some like Dewes where they touch Exhalation-like some flame too much Hatching in heates of power and will Thunders and Flames t' amaze and kill EPIG 30. To Mr. John Sob of these times FAme and Religion but assure Vaine man to give wounds and endure Those Princes still most famous are Who staine most earth with blood in warre As when windes ' mongst themselves do jarre So restlesse humours bring forth warre Seas then are tost the waves do fight The people beare the wounds of might All the diseases of the head Descending till the Limbs be dead EPIG 31. The Character of an accomplisht Man HEe that is moulded of a noble mind Dares beare with Atlas Heaven on his back Flies not with feathers of a Buzzard kind Doth reverence not feare the Thunder crack Sups up his sighs and swallowes down his griefe Beggs but of God or of his great Vicegerents Cannot endure to name the word Reliefe And serves but Honour or her lov'd Adherents Knowes his Deserts and yet cannot Importune Bites on bare need and yet laments no lack Hates to be call'd or thought the Child of Fortune Stoops not to Death untill his heart-strings crack Lives like himselfe and at his latest breath Dies like himselfe a Conquerour of Death EPIG 32. To his Excellency the Lord Generall Cromwell SIr Power is proud till it look down to Feare Though onely safe by ever looking there Kings Thrones were ever like enchanted fires Mighty to see and easie to passe over The Torrid Zone of Tyranny retyres Into the Frigid and can ne're recover Its Pristine Station when t' is dislocated By Providence and Power ingemminated Sir â— confesse when one man