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A03671	Certain selected odes of Horace, Englished; and their arguments annexed. VVith poems (antient and modern) of divers subiects, translated. Whereunto are added, both in Latin and English, sundry new epigrammes. Anagramms. Epitaphes; Carmina. English. Selections	Horace.; Ashmore, John.	1621 (1621)	STC 13799; ESTC S104225	33,306	104

viri Ioh. Mallory Equitis aurati Vr. DIc mihi Skelle precor solitus quite dare nobis Laetum cur subitò solueris in lacrymas An tibi quis liquidas turbavit flumine lymphas An dilecta tibi Nympha proterva fuit Sk. Non hoc aut illud gravior me cura fatigat Nostràque sollicito corda dolore premit Nònne tibi nota est communis causa doloris Nònne Malorëi funera nota tibi Vr. An Malorëus obit Parcae potuere feroces Talis heu tanti rumpere fila viri An Malorëius obit Fatorum O ferrea iura Et nunquam humanis heu saturata malis Sk. Illius interitu liquidis fleuere sub antris Naiades scissis exululare comis Illius interitu reböarunt omnia luctu Quicquid habet Coelum quicquid habetque Solum Vr Hoc fuit in thalamo cum me sopor altus habebat Muscoso Nymphae carmina laeta dabant Horrendum ut Boreas mugiens coelique ruina Corriperet stratis hoccine causa fuit Skel Ergo cum nobis eadem sit causa dolendi Ambobus pariter sors amara siet Nostros iungamus latices flumen in unum Qui geminatus erat sic dolor unus erit Vr Esto sed hac sub lege tamen coëamus ut ambo In Patris Oceani liberioris aquas Hic dabit Amplexus vitreóque cubile receptis Vt levet ipse malis hospit is instar erit Sk. Gratius an quicquam mihi sit quàm cernere vultus Illius immensas qui moderatur aquas Hic nos excipiet nobis lacrymando exhaustis In fletus salsas suppeditabit aquas Vr Angl. TEll me good Skell from mirth to mourning cheer What so hath chang'd thee or what moves thy mind Hath any troubled late thy Waters cleer Or doth thy lovely Nymph now prove unkinde Sk. Nor this nor that far greater Grief I knowe Which on my wofull Heart doth heavie lie Hast thou not heard the cause of common Woe The Funerall of famous Mallory Vr. Is Mallory dead O cruell Fates decree Could his great Worth obtaine then no Relief O Irow lawes of still-stern Destiny Ne'r satisfied with humane Woe and Grief Sk. At his death Nymphs in liquid Bowrs did weep And shrieking out did rent their greenish hair At his death Wayling did all places keep Both Heaven and Earth their mourning weeds did wear Vr. Was this the cause when sweet sleep clos'd mine eyes In my moss-matted roome whiles Nymphs did sing That Storm-winged Boreas and the thundring Skies Me from my bed so suddenly did bring Sk. Since both of Vs then Partners are in woe And neither from disastrous Chance are free Le ts ioyne our streams and both together goe So that which two-fold was one Grief will be Vr Content but thus that both together we Doe run t' our Father Oceans larger coast Hee 'l us imbrace in 's glassie Hall and he To ease our Grief will play the gentle Hoast Sk. May any thing more ioyfull me betide Than him to see that rules i th' watry Field Hee 'l us receiue and t' us with weeping dry'd He for fresh tears salt waters still will yeeld Ad humanissimum virum D. FRAN. TRAPPES Militem Ne meritò videar sterili assimilandus agello Nam data vix sterilis semina mittit ager Ecce tibi acceptum Miles dignis sime reddo Vt magis auct atua Copia nostra siet Foelix hoc foenus quod danti quodque locanti Est lucro Tali foenore Musa beat In Rufum Rufus but late returning from the South Knaps Southern and now scornes his Countrey-mouth He cringes with his Face and looks aside And sets his Countenance as he were a Bride He wears a nitty Lock his Fingers skip And dance Carantoes 'twixt his Waste and Lip And is with Complement so fild to th' Brim That when a Gentleman but said to him What is' t a clock he first his hand did kiss To say then At your service did not misse And as the time he intertained thus Before he would lay open or untruss The Budget of his Speech with much adoo A formall leg he made and sayd T is two Ye Home-bred things if you in 's comp'nie fall Be mannerly or he will shame you all Ad G. W. qui casu caput suum Cantabrigiae fregit Alma foret nunquam Iovis ex capite edita Pallas Frangi non sineret si caput ipse sibi Et tibi non fractum caput est modò Palladis urbe Pallas ut intraret sic caput alma tuum Angl. Pallas had ne'r been born of high Ioves head If 's Head had not been broke and brought a-bed Was not thy Head then broke in Pallas Towne That Pallas in thy Head might take a roome In Sacrificum quendam A Priest for Penance one enioynd to take A iourney with three Pease loofe in his shoo Which he devoutly given did not forsake But fram'd himself his Penance straight to doo Yet that he might perform it with more ease His wit did serve him first to boyl the Pease To the Right Worsh the Lady ELSABETH Metcalf the La. Catherin Fennick and the La. Marie Bethell Daughters of Sir Hen. Slingsbie Knight Iudge Ladies that are modest faire and wise Since in their iudgements Men doe varie so And in these cases Women best advise Whether Lucretia did doo well or no. Virgil Lucretia When with a knife chaste Lucrece stabd her side And streams of blood thence gushed-forth she cry'd My spirit in Heaven my blood shall witness heer That I from staines of Chastity am cleer How well will these brought for me plead and prove This with the Ghosts that with the Gods above Beza de Eadem My Bodie 's staind my Soule is pure and free Then from this body chaste dost thou not flee In Eandem If the Adult'rer Lucrece did thee please By Death deserv'd thou seeks unworthy praise But rather if he forc't thee ' gainst thy will For thy Foes fault thou mad thy blood didst spill In vaine then Lucrece thou seeks praise at all For madly thou or wickedly didst fall To Mrs Dorathy Wythes wife to Mr. Charles Wythes Esquire Anagr. Dorathy Wythes Wise Harty Doth Epigr. de Eodem Wise and Harty both are good Doth gives them Life and Action Without it both are but a Bud That growes to no Perfection To Mr. Marke Metcalf Eutrapeley as some thought is not dead Though long since she from us be gon and fled Shee 's with Marke Metcalf gon to York from hence And with him there keeps dayly Residence An Epitaph of I. H. Dyer He lives with God none can deny That while he liv'd to th' World did die Ad Poetam doctissimum utinam ditissimum Ioh. Owen Vates Mecoenas olim tres unus alebat At nunc tres uni vix alimenta dabunt Angl. Three Poëts one Mecoenas once did cherish But now Three One for want of meanes see perish Aliter Mecoenas earst

bemone Like the true Turtle that his lovely mate As she is busie feeding of her young Beholds o th' sudden O ungentle Fate With a wreath'd Serpent slily creeping stung Whose poyson shed it selfe in t ' ev'ry part And ceased not till it had seiz'd her hart Her Minde devout her Life was harmless led To parents children and to thee most dear With hope of Ioy she on her dying bed Vndanted intertain'd Death drawing neare In Earth she by these vertues was commended These were the staires by which she Heaven ascended Then serve a Supersede as on thy Woe She will be absent from thee but a while Meanewhile the houres that lingring seem too slowe Thou with her lively pictures maist beguile The time 's at hand when ioynd in Ioyes for ever Nor Time nor Death shall powr have you to sever An Epitaph upon the death of ELISABETH BRIGGES Daughter to the discreet Matron and Widow Bettrice Brigges COme Virgins come Why doe you linger so With streams of tears that frō your swoln eys showr Her Grave with Roses and with Lillies strowe That of your Garland was the fairest Flowr Lillies and Roses soon decay and perish While bitter Worm-wood and sharp Nettles flourish Your Garlands breake henceforth no garlands beare Their fading doth your fading state expresse For Garlands deadly Yeugh and Elder weare And branches of the saddest Cyparesse Lillies and Roses c. Ye Holly-hocks why hold you downe your heads And Violets why pine you so away Because alas that shee from you is fled That drest you and hath tane her leaue for aye Lillies and Roses c. O Hymen why didst thou pale Death permit Within thy Right to set his hate-full feet And take her that for thy sweet Rites was fit For Bridals that gave her a Winding-sheet Lilies and Roses c. When Death arrested her with his sad Mace And clowdy Mists her Senses over-spread Her native favour he could not disgrace Which was compos'd of purest white and red Lillies and roses c. All that thy sweet conditions did knowe Desired that their lives they so might spend And all that from this life did see thee goe Desired that their lives they might so end Lillies and Roses soone decay and perish While bitter Worm-wood and sharp Nettles flourish To Sir IOHN MALLORY Knight after his Recovery from a great Sickness OF late when Sickness on thy limbs did seise Which Physicks skill could nothing help or ease And with an Habeas Corpus Death was prest With Non Omittas ready theet ' arrest Each corner of thy house was fild with Wo And sense-distracting Grief ran to and fro Which heard the Cry oth'Poor about thy gates So shak't the doors of th'Adamantine Fates That by their Page th'a Supersede as sent To Death to shew th 'had altered their intent For if we take him one of them did say How many will with hunger pine away In Matildam When Maud hath tane deep moultar of the Can She tels long stories of her dead Good-man How kinde he was to her at bed and boord And that he never gave her angry word Twixt every Cup she talks no Healths forbears Which her resolves like Niobé to Tears Then sighes she and drinks off another Cup For Sorrow's dry then suddenly gets-up Nor can her Gossips cause her longer stay And t' her dear husbands Grave she takes the way And thither come crossing her selfe doth weep Then wrings her hands kneels down and fals asleep To the vertuous and fairely spreading Buds of Beautie Mistris Marie Francis and Ioane Metcalf daughters of Sir Thomas Metcalf Knight he dedicates these Roses Ex Ausonio i Th' Spring the Day by fair Aurora led Breath'd cooly yet the Sense with pleasure fed Quick Aire before the Fastern Steeds did run Advising to prevent the scorching Sun Then rov'd I in a garden by a spring Where to delight me fitted every thing A candie Pearle upon each grass-pile hung Nor sparingly Pearles on the hearbs were flung On cawles of Cobweb-lawne glaz'd spangles plaid Which full of heavenly liquor down-ward swaid I saw the Rose-beds with trim dressings proud Which till faire Day a deawie vaile did shrowd Ith'thickets Gems were scattered here and there Which hide themselves when Phoebus rayes appeare Whether the Rose Auror ' or she hath dy'd The Rose with maidens-blush t 's not yet try'd Their Deaw their Colour and their Morn is one And both from Venus have protection Perhaps their savour's one Ith'aire That 's spent This neerer us hath a farre sweeter sent One Goddess guides the Star and the Flowre too And clad in Scarlet liveries both goe Nor suddenly the branches of the Rose In equall distances themselves disclose This bravely weares a Periwig on her head Her pretty Leaves are all with Purple spread From her square Base she climbs and up ascendeth And pointed with a Rubie-button bendeth Her plaited Robes this gathers in the top Ready to open now her silken Shop Her smiling Treasures then she sheweth plaine And seeds of Saffron which there safe remaine Shee that but now her golden Leaves did brandish Now pale alas left of her Leaves doth languish I mus'd to see their Beauty did not stay And in their Cradle that their Hairs grew gray Even while I speake see how their Glory Sheds And how their Punick-pride the Ground o'r-spreads Such Shapes such Births and divers Changes growne In one day are in one day overthrowne We blame thee Nature that Flowrs soon decay Thou onely shew'st them then tak'st them away The age of Roses but one day doth last Which being gon their youthfull time is past Her whom now born the Sun saw rising red Setting he fainting sees on her Death-bed Yet her Short Life required is that she Lives ever in her faire Posteritie Pull Roses Virgins while the time doth last And think how soon your Rose-time will be past To Mr. WILLIAM MALLORY and his deare brother IOHN the generous and gracefull children of Mr. WILLIAM MALLORY Esquire SEe here the Map of humane Miserie The Labyrinth that you are entring to Full of cross-waies of ambiguitie Like to Maeander running to and fro Here had you need of Ariadneys clue Which in all doubts will aide and succor you By help of it the Minotaur you 'll slay A Monster bred of Lust and lewd Desire And being rid of that perplexed way To sweet repose of minde you 'll thence retire Those that to kill this Monster doe not strive Shall peece-meal be devour'd of him alive And may not I the Palinurus now That at the Helm in a calm River sit Of your lancht Frigot tell what th' heavens foreshowe That happy Windes shall still attend on it And that great Neptune with his azure traine Will steer it till the happy Port it gaine Ausonius ex graeco de ambiguitate eligendae vitae Edyl. 15. begining thus Quod vitae sectaboriter c. WHat kinde of life may I desire as best If Courts of Iustice