be call'd and seen Ad â—haebum Epig. 45. Thou that with Leather cap hast covered The naked Temples of thy hair stâ—ippd head How elegantly did he sport and plod Phaebus that verified thy head was shod In habentem varios Mores Epig. 47. Thou the same man hard soft sweet bitter art Nor can I live with thee nor yet apart In Lautum Invitatorem Epig. 48. If Brawn and Mushrooms thou servst up as vile As though I wish'd them not know t is my will If thou conceiv'st me wealthy and wouldst bee My Heir for five bare Oysters farwel thee But yet thy supper 's rich most rich yet there To day to morrow streight nought will appeare That thy unhappy Maide's base broom know may Or Dog or house of Office by the way Of Baâ—bles Hares and Sow's paps this the end A pale sulpherous look and gowty friend Domitian's Feast 's not so much worth to me Nor Jove's nor can the high Priest's junckets bee Upon this score should Jove bring Nectar here It were as dead Wine or Crab-vineger Some other guests go seek Sir to your meat Whom the vast kingdoms of thy chear may cheat My friend to some short Steaks may me invite I like that Supper which I can requite In habentem amaenas aedes Epig. 50. Thou hast bay Groves plain and high Cypress Trees And Baths for more than one man's privacies Thy lofty Porch on hundred Pillars joynes And the spurn'd Onix under thy feet shines The flying hoofs the dusty race rejoyce And falls of water each where make a noyse Thy Courts stretch wide But yet no place we smell To sup or sleep How well thou dost not dwell De Fabullo Epig. 51. Why Aullus dost thou wonder that Fabullus is so oft snapt by deceipt I 'le give thee satisfaction streight A good man 's still an undergraduate Ad Semproniam Epig. 52. He that his brows deck'd with the Muses crowne Whose voyce to guilty men no less was known Sempronia here thy Rufus here is layd Whose dust even with thy love still drives a trade ' Mongst the blest shades thy story he doth bear And Helen's self thy rape admires to hear Thou better from thy spoyler didst returne She though redeem'd did after Troy still burn Menalaus laughs and hears the Ilian loves Thy rape old Paris guilt forgives removes And when thee those blessed mansions shall re ceive No shade greater acquaintance there shall have Proserpine loves although she cannot see Such rapes that love shall make her kinde to thee In Avarum Epig. 53. When thou hast so much coyn and wealth with thee That seldom Cittizens or Fathers see Yet are not liberal but thy heaps hangst ore Like the great Dragon whom the Bards of yore Feign'd to be keeper of the Scythian Grove But the base cause of this thy Muck-worm love Thou brag'st and dost pretend thy Son to bee Why dost delude us with this foolerie As though we Blocks or Idiots had bin Thou wast a Father ever to this sin In Zoilum Epig. 54. Red haird black faced club-footed and blear-eyed Zoilus t is much if thou art good beside In Polycarmum Epig. 56 Thou ten times in a year art sick or more This is not thine my friend but t is our sore No sooner well but for thy gifts dost call Blush Prethee once be sick for good and all Ad suum Natalem Epig. 60. Dear son of Mars wherein I first did see Great Phaebus rosie-glittering Dietie If Countrey worship and green Altars may Displease cause I at Rome observ'd thy day Pardon if there thy Calends slighted bee And on my Birth-day if I would live free De Ligurra Epig. 62. Ligurra thou dost fear that I Verses and quick sharp Poetry Would spend upon thee and desirest to bee Thought worthy of that fear conceiv'd on mee But thou in vain dost tremble and desire On Bulls the Lybian Lyons their strength tyre But are not troublesom to Butter flies Seek then if thou dost wish thy name should rise Some poor Pot-poet of the sooty Vault That with a course Coale or some putrid Chaulk Writes verses which are read upon Close-stooles Thy head shall nere be raised with my tools De Phillede Epig. 66. When beauteous Phillis to me all the night Had gave her â—elf in all garbes of delight And in the morning I began to sound What gift were best of Cosmus sweets a pound Or Niceros his Unguents or of fine Rich Spanish Wooll eight pound or Caesar's coyn Ten yellow boyes My neck embraced shee And with as long a kisse alluring mee As marriages of Doves are making up Phillis desired nought else but a merry Cup. Ad Clientes Epig. 69. Thou early Client that didst cause mee fly The Citty some ambitious Courts imply I am no Lawyer nor ordaind for strife But slow and old and of a quiet life Rest and sweet sleep delight me Which great Rome Denyed If I must watch here too I 'le come Ad Cautullum Epig. 74. I am thy Heir Cautullus thou hast said it But I will not believe it till I read it De Callistrato Epig. 82. Least that Callistratus should not Praise worthy men he praises all He that thinks no one hath a blot Whom can he then a good man call De Vmbro Epig. 83. In winter time and Saturn's holy dayes Vmber when poor did me present alwayes With finest Wheat but now with courser grain For now hee 's rich and made a man of gain Ad Charinum Epig. 91. Charinus cause thou bind'st thy head with wooll T is not thy ears that grieve T is thy ball'd skull De Marone Epig. 92. Maro a Vow did make but somthing lowd For an old Friend by a feirce A gue bow'd That if this sickness spared him from the Grave Great Jove a grateful Sacrifice should have The Doctors promised certain health O now Maro makes Vowes to scape the former Vow Ad Priscum Epig. 95. Priscus thou oft dost ask what I would bee If I were rich and rais'd to Potencie Can any man his future soule declare Suppose thou wert a Lyon How wouldst stare In Tuccam Epig. 96. I penn'd an Epod Thou beganst to write Therefore I ceas'd least thine with mine unite My Muse to Tragick fancies soard her strain Thou strov'st to fit the buskin to thy brain Thence then I touch'd the Harp with learned skill With new ambition thou pursu'dst mee stil I Satyrs dared Thou more exact wouldst bee I playd light Elegee's thou ecchod'st mee What could be less I Epigrams did frame And here thou soughtst to rob me of my fame Say what thou wilt not Blush all things to bee And what thou wilt not Tucca leave to mee In Bassum Epig. 99. When thou a wife so youthful hast So rich so noble wise and chast That the most wicked Goat that is A better cannot wish for his Thou spendst thy strength with Boyes we see Which thy wife's dowry bought for thee So to his Mistris thy Prick comes Tyred
Gallum Epig. 38. Galla deny love 's glutted if the joy At first doe not seem coy But Galla yet take care least you deny Too long and fancy dy Ad Colinum Epig. 54. O thou to whom t is free to wear Jov's Tree And with his first leaves honoured to bee If thou art wise enjoy thy days repast Colinus think the present still the last The fatal Sisters grant no wish'd delay To any but observe the destin'd day Wert thou more rich than Crispus constanter Then â—hrasea's self more free than Melior Lachesis adds no tow the spindles be Unwound the thred 's cut by one of three In Gargillianum Epig. 56. Cause thou bestow'st vast gifts on aged men And widdows struck in years Gargilian Wouldst have me call thee bountiful for this Nothing 's more base than thou nought more vile is Which mayst thy gifts thine ambuscadoes call So the false hooks indulge the fishes fall So the sly bayt traps silly beasts and all Knowst thou not how to give how to be free I 'le teach thee then Gargilian give to mee De vipera electro inclusa Epig. 59. Whiles up the Viper climbes the weeping boughs The amber drop the strugling beast ore flowes Wondring to see himself in rich dew found The freezing gemm inclosed him quickly round Boast not then Cleopatra of thy Tombe Since a Snake lyes in a more noble room De Curiatio Epig. 60. Ardea in the solstice we desire And baths the Cleonaean Star doth heat Bur Curiatius death condemns their sweat Since in those praised streames he did expire ' No place excludes the fates when death shall come ' Sardinia is in the midst of Rome Ad Quinctum Epig. 72. Quinctus requires I should give him my books I have them not at Tryphon's he may speed Shall I buy toys quoth he with sober looks And verse l'me not so mad nor I indeed In Zoilum invidum Epig. 77. I never askd the gods for gold Content with mean things and my own Now povety let me be bold I ask thee pardon to be gone But what is the cause of this vote for pelf I would see Zoilus hanging of himself In Varum Epig. 78. Varus did lately me to supper call The furniture was rich the Feast but small The Table 's spread with plate not meat they put Much to accost the eyes nought for the gut We came to feast our bellies not our eyes Pray take away your gold give us some Pyes In Afrum Epig. 79. Now that the sixtieth harvest thou hast known And that thy face with snow is over-grown Thou runn'st through all the Citty every seat And bringst thine Ave in a toylsome sweat Nor can a man salute a Tribune free There 's never a Consul can be rid of thee To Caesar's House thou walkst ten times a day And talkst of nothing less than Courtiers gay Afer t is bad in Boyes that go to School Nought's more absurd than an old medling fool De Bassa Epig. 88. Thy Bassa's used to place a childe up by her And calls it her delight her pretty pinck Yet loves no childe which thou mayst more admire What then 's the cause why Bassa's wont to stinck Lib. 5. Ad Lectores Epig. 2. Ye Matrons Boyes and Vigins neat To you my Page I dedicate Thou whom more shameless sports delight And naked pleasant wit invite Thy fancy to my foure first books This fifth shall sport with Caesar's looks Which great Domitian may be bold Before his Goddess to unfold Ad Vulcanum Epig. 7. As ruines renovate th' Assyrian nests When twice five ages the sols bird hath spent So Rome her old decrepitness digests Dress'd in the visage of her president Now Vulcan I beseech forget and spare Our greife w' are Mars and Venus progenie So thy loose wife shall passe the Lemnian snare And in chast love affect thee patiently Ad Regulum de fama Poetarum Epig. 10. What 's this that fame to living men's denyd And Readers their own Lines seldom affect Regulus these are tricks of envious pride The present still for old things to reject So most ingrate wee seek old Pompey's shades And praise the tottered fane of Catulus While Maro liv'd Ennius whole Rome invades And Homer's age laughd him rediculous Crowned Menander seldom heard a shout Corinna her owne Naso knew alone O my small books nere hasten to goe out If praise come after death I 'le not go on In Calistratum Epig. 13. Calistratus I doe confesse I have been poor and am no lesse But not obscurely base as yet Nor a Knight of the lowest seat But through the world I 'me freely read And as I passe here 's he t is said What dust and ashes give to some My life affords without a Tombe But thy house leans on stately props Thy chests inclose great silver crops Rich Aegypts glebes thy houshold keep And Parma sheare thy numerous sheep Thus what we are we both may see But what I am thou canst not be What thou art each plebeian may With thy estate be any day In Gelliam Epig. 17. Whiles Gellia cryd up her Fore-fathers House And our low Knight-hood valued not a lowse While 's she denied all under the Broad Key A Basket-bearer swept her quite away De Crispo Epig. 33. Crispus by will no doit of all his pelf Gave to his wife whom then even to himself In Caussidicum Epig. 34. A Lawyer 's said unknown my Book to flout But wo be to thee if I finde thee out De Erotio Epig. 35. Ye Parents Fronto and Flaccilla here To you I doe commend my Girle my Deare Least pale Erotion tremble at the shades And the fowl Dog of Hell's prodigious heads Her age fullfilling just six winters was Had she but known so many dayes to pass ' Mongst you old Patrons may she sport and play And with her lisping tongue my name oft say May the smooth turf her soft bones hide and bee O Earth as light to her as she to thee Quod datur non perire Epig. 43. A Thief may break thy Chests and steal thy gold A fire consume thy Fathers House of old Debtors detain thy use and principal Thy sown seed bring thee no increase at all A crafty Harlot may thy Steward plunder Thy Ships and goods the rageing Seas sinck under ' What 's on thy friends bestow'd is above fate ' Thy gifts thou still shalt have inviolate De Thaide Lecania Epig. 44. Thais her teeth are black and nought Lecania's white are grown But what 's the reason these are bought The other wears her own De Philone Epig. 48. Philo nere sups at home he swears t is true For not invited crib must want his due Ad Labienum Epig. 50. When Labiene by chance I thee did see Sitting alone I thought thou hadst bin three The number of thy baldnesse me deceivd For here and there thy haires I then retreivd Which a boy's head will hardly well become Upon thy crown lyes a large vacant
room A floor wherein no hair 's observ'd to bee Yet this December's error yeilds to thee That when the Emp'ror keeps his solemn day Thou carry'st three shares of his almes away Geryon I suppose was such a one But when thou seest Phillippus Porch begon If Hercules shall spy thee th' art undone In Posthumum Epig. 53. What thou conferr'st on me I do Remember and shall think on too Why therefore doe I hold my tongue Cause Posthumus thou nere hast done As often as I go to treat Of these thy gifts to them I meet T is presently replyd forbear He whisperd it into my eare Two men some things cannot doe well One person may suffice to tell And doe this work if it may please That I shall speak then hold thy peace For prethee Posthumus believe Though that thy gifts are great to give ' All thanks must perish and are lost ' When Authors their own actions boast Ad Bassum Epig. 54. My Bassus why why dost thou write Thyestes Feast Medea's flight What hast to doe with Niobe Or Troys remains Andromache Deucalion's feat's a theam more fit Or Phaethon's to share thy wit Ad Lupum Epig. 57. Lupus is careful and of me doth crave To know what Master for his Son to have I give thee warning all Grammarians shun And Rhetoricians too then out upon Tullie's and Virgill's barren books and name Leave old Tutilius to enjoy his fame If he makes verse expell the Poet streight But if he fancy Arts of richer weight Let him turn Fidler or a Minstrel bee But if he 's dull of ingenuitie Make him a noble publique Citty Cryer Or famous Architect that works by squire Ad Posthumum Epig. 59. To morrow Posthumus to morrow still Thou sayst thou 'lt live but Posthumus when will That morrow come how far where to be found Is 't in the Parthian or Armenian ground Or can that morrow Priam's age out-boast Or Nestor's tell what will that morrow cost Thou 'lt live to morrow this days life 's too late Hee 's wise that liv'd before the present date Ad Detractorem Epig. 91. Though thou dost bark against me still With bitter yelpings of ill will That fame shall sure thee be denyed In my books to be notified Though t is desired of old by thee Through the world to be read with mee For why should men know thou hast bin Obscurely perish in thy sin Yet peradventure there may bee In this great Citty two or three A dogs skin that would dain to gnaw That scab my nails shall never claw In Marianum Epig. 92. Who is that Crispulus my Marian That sticks so to thy wife what is he man I know not what that prattles in her eare And leans with his right elboe on her chaire Through all whose fingers her light ring doeâ— run Whose smoother legs no rough haire growes upon Reply'st thou not he 's one thou dost confesse That doth solicite thy wife's businesse A sharp observant lad that wears the Proctor Lock'd in his looks more strict than an old Doctor How worthy thou deserv'st stage buffets thus Or to succeed old blind Panniclus Crispulus doe thy wife's work he does none T is not thy wife 's he does but 't is thy own Ad suos ministros Epig. 65. Callistus fill four cups of muscadine And in coole snow my boy dissolve the wine Let my moyst hair grow rich with perfume sweats And tyre my brows with rose-bud coronets The royal tombes commands us live since they Teach that the very gods themselves decay Id Pontilianum Epig. 67. Pontilian nere salutes till after mee So his farwel will everlasting bee De origine Bacchi 73. He that affirmes Jove Bacchus mother may Prove Semele his Father the same way Ad Theodorem Epig. 74. Why I nere give my books to thee Desiring and beseeching mee Dost wonder Theodore the cause is cleare That thine to me may not appeare De Pompeio Epig. 75. Great Pompey's Sons Europe and Asia both Interr Lybia himselfe if any doth What wonder through the world to see him slain So great a fall one field could not contain Ad Quinctum Epig. 76. Quinctus why Laelia married is to thee T is only once legitimate to bee Ad Cinnam Epig. 77. Oft drinking poyson prepared Mithridate No venom could his brains intoxicate So Cinna by bad meales so fixd doth grow Hunger cannot prevail to starve him now Ad Aemilianum Epig. 76. If thou art poor Aemilian Thou shalt be ever so For no man now their presents can But on the rich bestow Lib. 6. Adulatorium Caesarem Epig. 4. MOst Mighty Caesar King of kings to whom Rome owes so many tryumphs yet to come So many Temples growing and restored So many Spectacles gods Cities Lord She yet in debt to thee doth more remain That she by thee is once made chast again De Thelesina Epig. 7. Faustinus from the hour the Julian Law Revived and chastity began to draw By publique Edict into every House Scarce thirty days have pass'd Since Thelesine was askd And ten times over hath bin made a Spouse She that doth wed so oft weds not at all But rather her we may more truly call A meer legitimate Adulteresse A simple arrant wench offends me lesse De Fabulla Epig. 12. Fabulla sweares Those new bought hairs Paulus now by her worne Are all her own Most truly shown Prethee is she for sworn If thou deny So cannot I. Ad Priscum de Salonino Epig. 18. Salonine lyes interr'd in Spanish ground A sweeter shade nere pass'd the Stygian sound But it 's a sin To mourn for him For since my Priscus thou surviving art He lives yet in his more beloved part Ad Posthumum Causidicum Epig. 19. No action of battery Of murder or of poyson I Pursue but of three Kids bereft I doe accuse my Neighbour's theft The Judge requires how I it know Thou tell'st th' Apulian overthrow The Pontick war and perjury Of Hâ—â—nibal's rash cruelty Scylla and Marius Mutius wrath With open mouth and spead armes both Now Posthumus I prethee tell At last where I my Kids may smell In Proculinam Epig. 22. Because thou joynst my Proculine In Marriage with thy Concubine One that most palpably before Did only love thee as a Whore Least that the Law thee should distresse Thou dost not Marry but confesse In Lesbiam Epig. 23. Lesbia thou seemst my Thomas to command As 't were a finger at thy will to stand Which though thou temp'st with flatt'ring hands and voice Thy crosse grain'd face still countermands thy choice Epitaphium Glauciae Epig. 28. The free born Boy of Melior Which being dead whole Rome mournd for His dearest Patron 's short delight Glaucias interr'd in endlesse night Under this marble Tombe doth ly The great Flaminian road hard by Of modest life and purely chast Accutely witty and sweet faced Just twice six Harvests he passd by Scarcely disroab'd of infancy O Traveller that these dost moan Mayst thou nere weep
what he 'd give thou givest to us our joy Let the crownd Souldier play his solemn sport While he attends the bayes invested Court T is right great Caesar our light jokes to heare Since that thy Tryumph them doth love and beare De Casselio Epig. 8. When sixty years Casselius has liv'd meet He 's witty when will he be cald discreet Ad Faustinum Epig. 11. Faustinus to let Caesar read my booke With that same face he on my spots doth look As my Page hurts no one it justly hates I like no glory gain'd at blushrng rates What does it profit me if others whet Their spleen in my stile and Jambiques sweat And in my name their viprous poyson vent Which cannot brook the day or orient We blameless sport Thou know'st it well I swear By Helicon and every Genius there And by thy ears as dieties to mee Reader I 'me from inhumane envy free Ad Regulum Epig. 15. I have no money Regulus at home Only thy gifts to sell wilt thou buy some In Gallum Epig. 17. When th' hast a face of which no woman may And body without blur have ought to say Why suitors thee so seldom doe repeat And seek dost wonder Galla the fault 's great As oft as thou and I in the worke joynd Thy lips were silent but thou prat'st behinde Heavens grant that thou wouldst speak but bridle that I 'me angry with thy tatling Twit com Twat I 'de rather hear thee fart for Symmachus Says that 's a means of laughter unto us But who can smile to hear the foolish smack Of thy loose Toul and when it gives a crack Whose minde and mettle will not fall at least Speak somthing that may usher in a jest Of thy C 's noise but if thou art so mute Articulately learn thence to dispute De natali Lucani ad Pollam Epig. 20 This is the day known by its mighty birth Which Lucane gave to thee and to the Earth O cruel Prince more cursd in no decree This at least was not lawfull unto thee In Malum Poetam Epig. 24. When thou dost write sweet Epigrams alway Which look more smooth than painted features may Without one grane of salt or dropp of gall Omad man wouldst thou have them read at al Meat does not please without it's vinegar Nor faces which in mirth nere wrinckled are Give luscious Figs and Pomes to Boyes but mine That please are Figs that rellish Salt and Wine In Caeliam Epig. 29. To Parthians Germans Dacians thou art spread In Cappidocians and Cilicians bed From Memphis comes a whipster unto thee And a Black Indian from the red Sea Nor dost thou fly the circumcised Jew Nor can the Muscovite once passe by you Why being a Roman lasse dost do thus tell Is 't cause no Roman-knack can please so well De Caelio Epig. 38. When various walks and dayes in wandring on And pride and great mens salutation Caelius could not endure and bear about He feign'd himself tormented with the gout Which while he strove to personate too much In a laborious gate upon his crutch Binding and ' noynting his sound feet O see How much the care and curiositie And Art of feigned grief did work and please Caelius has left dissembling his disease Ad Licinium Suram Epig. 46. Licinius thou crown of learned men Whose tongue brought back our Grand-fathers agen Thou art restored but with how great a fate Returnd almost from the eternal gate Our wishes now had loss'd their fear secure Our tears did weep thy losse as pass'd all cure But yet the King of death could not sustain Our grief and sent the fates their threds again Thou knowst what moan thy false death moved for thee Enjoy thy self in thy posteritie Live as thine own surviver hug thy joy A life returnd will never loose a day De Annio Epig. 47. Annius two hundred Tables has I think And for those Tables Boyes to fill him drink The platters fly And charges run about most fluently Rich men take to your selves these Feasts and stir I care not for your walking supper Sir In umbrem Epig. 52. The five dayes presents which were given to thee In the Saturnal Feasts thou sendst to mee Twelve threefoot Tables and seven tooth pickers A Sponge a Napkin and a Cup with ears Two Pecks of Beans of Olives one smal twig A bottle of course Spanish Wine to swig Smal Syrian Figs with musty damsins came And a huge cask of Lybian figs o' th same Thy gifts were worth scarce five shillings in all Which to me saild on thy eight Syrians tall With how much ease mightst thou have sent in short Me five pounds by thy Boy and nere sweat for t De Caecilianum Epig. 58. Without a Bore Caecilan neere doth feast Titus Caecilan has a pretty guest In Cinnamum Epig. 63. Thou wast a Barber through the Citty known Though by thy Mistris raised to the gown Of Knight-hood Cinnamus when thou shalt fly The judgment of the Court to Sicily What Art shall then sustain thy uselesse age How will thy Fugitive rest foot the stage Thou canst not be Grammarian Rhetorician Fencer nor Cinick on any condition Nor yet a Stoick nor canst sell thy tongue Or thy applause in the Sicilian throng What then my Cinnamus doth yet remain Why thou must e'en turn shaver once again In Gargilanum Epig. 64. Full twenty years Gargilian thou hast lost In one suit in three Courts to thy great cost O mad and wretched that in strifes dost run Through twenty years and mayst be overcome De Labieno Epig. 65. Fabius left Labian heir to all his store Yet Labian sayes that he deserved more Ad Maximum Epig. 72. Thou hast a house on the Aventine hill Another where Dianan's worshipped still In the Patrician street more of them stand Hence thou beholdst within thine eyes command The widdowed Cybells thence Vesta with all There either Jove earth'd in the Capitall Where shall I meet thee tell where wilt appear ' He dwels just no where that dwels every where In anum deformem Epig. 74. Wouldst thou be wimbled gratis when thou art A wrinkled wretch deformd in every part O t is a thing more than ridiculous To take a man's full sum and not pay Use Ad Philomusum 75. Epig. Cause great ones carry thee themselves to please To Feasts to Galleries and Spectacles And Coach thee up and down and bathe with thee As oft as thou jump'st in their company Nere hug thy self for this or look proud for 't Th' art not beloved but onely makest them sport In Tuccam Epig. 76. Tucca most earnestly doth look I should present him with my Book But that I will not For I smell My Book he will not read but sell Ad Lausam Epig. 80. Lausus just thirty Epigrams in all My volume thou most truly bad mayst call But if beside so many good there be The Book is good enough then credit me De Eutrapelo Epig. 82. While that the Barber
went to trim And shave Lupercus chops and chin He was so tedious on the face Another beard grew in the place Ad Sabellum Epig. 84. Cause thou dost pen Tetrasticks clean and sweet And some few pretty disticks with smooth feet I praise but not admire T is easie to acquire Short modest Epigrams that pretty look But it is hard and tough to write a book In Sextum Epig. 85. Sextus was wont me to his feasts to call When I was scarce made known to him at aâ—â— What have I done so late so sudenly That I his old companion am pass'd by After so many pledges many years But I perceive the cause no gift appeaâ— Of beaten silver from me no light coat No cloak fee or negotiating groat Sextus invites his gifts but not his friends Then cryes his servants bones shall make amends Epitaphium Vrbici Pueri Epig. 95. My Parents grief I here lye in this Tombe Who had my birth and name from mighty Rome Six months I wanted of three years to mee When my life's thred was cut by destinie What favour shall age tongue or beauty have Thou that readst this shed some teares on my grave So he that thou wouldst have thy self survive Shall longer then decrepit Nestor live De Milone Epig. 101. Milo is not at home but travell'd out His fields ly barren but his wife doth sprout But why 's his land so bare his wife so full His land has none his wife has many a pull Lib. 8. Ad Librum suum Epig. 1. THou that art entring the tryumphant Court Learn with a blushing grace more chast to sport Strip'd Venus hence this is not thy book Great Caesar's goddess come and on me look Ad Caesarem Domitianum Epig. 4. How great a concourse of the world doth bring Their I ô and make prayers for their king But this is not alone a humane joy Caesar the gods themselves keep Holy-day In Cinnam Epig. 7. Cinna is this to plead and wisely say Only nine words in ten hours of the day But with a mighty voyce thou cravest for thee The hour-glass twice two times revers'd to bee Cinna how great 's thy taciturnitie Ad Quinctum Epig. 9. Nine ounces blear-ey'd Hylas would have payd Now dusk he tenders half thy debt delayd Take his next offer gain's occasion's short If he prove blinde thou wilt have nothing for 't De Basso Epig. 10. Bassus bought cloaks of the best Tyrian dy Forbear ten thousand pieces gaind thereby But was his bargain so good cheap you 'le say He took it upon trust or stole't away Ad Priscum Epig. 12. Dost ask why I 'de not marry a rich wife I 'le not be subject in that double strife Let matrons to their heads inferior be Else man and wife have no equalitie De Cinna Epig. 19. Cinna would seem to need And so he does indeed Ad Luciferum Epig. 21. Phosphor produce the day why dost delay Our joys lo Caesar comes produce the day Rome begs it What slow Chariot carryes thee What signe that thy sweet rayes retarded bee Take Cyllaron from the Ledaean Star Castor himself will lend his Horse for war Why dost rein in the forward eager Sun Apollo's Courser with their harness on Aurora waites but yet the spangled night Will not give room to the more glorious light Diana longs to see the Ausonian king Come Caesar though in night thy presence bring For though the Stars their revolution stay Thee coming we shall never want a day Ad Caesarem Domitianum Epig. 24. If I in fear chance to petition thee If I 'me not impudent vouchsafe it mee If thou 'lt not grant daign to be askd in love Incense and Prayers ne're offended Jove ' He that an Image frames in gold or stone ' Makes not a god he that kneels makes it one In Oppianum Epig. 25. Oppiane thou only once didst come to see Me very sick I 'le oftner visit thee Ad Gaurum Epig. 27. Gaurus he that doth gifts bestow On thee both rich and old If thou art wise thou needs must know Hee 'd have thee dead and cold In pessimos Conjuges Epig. 35. When that yee are so like in life An extream wicked man and wife I wonder how you live in strife Ad Priapum Epig. 40. No Guardian of a Garden or vine bud But my Priapus of a mighty wood From whence th' art born and again born mayst bee I charge thee keep all thievish hands from me Preserve thy Masters grove for firing too For if that faile we shall finde wood in you Ad Faustinum Epig. 41. Sad Athenagoras us no presents sent Which in the winter he did still present I 'le see Faustinus if he be so sad I 'm sure he me hath truly sorry made Ad Cestum Puerum Epig. 46. How sweet's thy vertue and thy shape to us Cestus my Boy chast as Hippolitus Diana's self may teach and swim with thee More wish'd then Phrygus by old Cybele Thou mayst succeed Ganymede in his place And unsuspected Smug the Thund'rer's face O happy she shall climbe thy tender bed And make thee man first for a maiden head In variè se tondentem Epig. 47. Part of thy hair is shorn part shaved to thee Part pull'd who 'le think it but one head to be De Aspro Epig. 49. Blinde Asper loves a lass that beauteous is Yet as it seems he loves more than he sees Ad Caesarem Domitianum Epig. 54. Though thou givest great boons oft and wilt give more O King of Kings and thy self's Conquerour The people love thee not cause they partake Thy Blessings But thy Blessings for thy sake Ad Flaccum Epig. 56. When to our age times may subscribe of yore And Rome's encreased great with her Emperour Dost wonder Maro's fancy wanting is And none sound wars like that brave Trump of his Let patrons Flaccus Poets soon will bee Thy Country shall yield Virgil unto thee When near Cremona Tytirus did weep His wretched acres and loss'd flock of sheep The royal Tuscan smiled Fell poverty Repuls'd and by command away to fly Bad him be rich and best of Poets bee And cryed my sweet Alexis love with mee He that most amiable did waiting stand Filling black falerne wine with snowy hand And tasted cups gave to his rosie lip Which might solicite Jove himselfe to sip Course Galatea from the Poet drops And Sun-burnt Thestilis in harvest crops Forthwith he fancied Rome arms and the Prince Which the poor Gnat mournd but a moment since What should I quote the Vari Marsi and The glorious names of Poets rich in land Which to recfunt would be a tedious pain Shall I then be thy Virgil if again Thou wilt Maecenas bounty shew to mee I 'le not thy Virgil but thy Marsus bee De Picente Epig. 57. Old Picens had three teeth which from him come As he sat coughing hard over his Tombe Which fragments he tooke up into his brest Dropd from his mouth Then laid his