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Nevv epigrams, and a satyre. VVritten by Ios: Martyn, a wel-wisher to study
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Martyn, Joseph.
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STC 17525; ESTC S112375
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Venus loue and peace did write Yet Virgill for his straine was compted great And Ouid for his Loue was banisht quite No maruell then if curtesie growe colde When Hate is prais'd and Loue it selfe contrould 18. Venus and Adonis WHat is the cause that Venus beauties Queen Was alwaies with the boy Adonis seene I gesse the reasons thus because she knowes That children cannot womens willes disclose She that with Horns doth deck her husbands crest For her conuoy A silly guide is best 19. Mars and Neptune MArs God of battaile Neptune of the Seas Falling at Ods their wrath 's nought could appease But sought reuenge on other each to take And by that meanes their furies rage to slake Mars hauing led his troopes into the fields Which in the Winter little comfort yeilds By Neptune was assaulted who had made The boistrous winds and waters to inuade His Army weakely armed to preuent Those floods that doe oreflowe the continent At which Mars rag'de And causde that at a sup His Zerxean Army drunke whole riuers vp 20. A Gam'ster I Much admir'de that mong'st all other wights Compos'de of earthly mould and heauenly sprights Others of all sorts plentifully liue Yet most vnhappie Gamsters neuer thriue I guest the reason Others purchase land Their whole estate on Moueables doth stand 21. Epigram EGenus when his owne estate was spent To raise his Fortunes did a meanes inuent And finding that by begging many got A faire estate who scarse were worth a groat Beganne to begge and got so true a vaine Nothing seem'd hard by begging to attaine And where his owne desert was wanting found Vrg'd others bounty to bestow a ground But he that made of misery a sport Was for his boldnes whipt out of the Court. 22. Den Fashionista FRench Spanish Dutch Italian Indian Ape A mighty linguist if his Clothes could speake A man yet of a most inhumane shape And wonder not if he his promise breake For he that hath engag'd vnto so many His little Faith hath left himselfe not any 23. A contented mind I Want and stand in need of Craesus store Yet I then he that hath the most haue more I subiect am to griefe and sad annoy Yet neuer felt I scarcitie in Ioy He that is blest with true content of Minde No want of wealth No misery can find 24. A meere Richman OF what the earth the Aier the water can In their aboundant fulnes yeild to man I haue the full fruition And of pleasure I doe pertake in most superfluous measure Yet doe I seeme to pine for want of either The dropsie of my minde content with neither 25. A Citizen and a decaied Gentleman Seeing me walke forlorne about the Cittie Thou seem'st to ease my heart with words of pitty And ask'st me what I lacke yet when I tell thee The very thought of curtesie do'quell thee Alas I want releife and doth implore Thy helpe to lend a mite that ha'st such store Thou answer'st me with Hence you hinder those Would buy and for my wares their coine expose I am content with nought yet say t were faire Thou did'st not sell thy Conscience with thy ware 26. A Womans Tailor COmpos'de of many peeces patch't together Iay-like from euery bird he snips a feather He doth not cut a shred that 's out of fashion To keepe my Ladies woman free from passion Yet hath she reason for to runne ot'h score He neuer makes her loose enough before 27. The Barbers Office A Circumciser of those excrements Which are enormous or extrauagant On Capitall or Barball lineaments Or wheresoere they are exorbitant And to be plaine be pleas'd a while t'sit bare He will correct your worship to a Haire 28. In Catum A Little beast I am And doe deuour Contagious vermin to the Welchmens Cates A low and louing Creature to my power The first of each lines-letter more relates 29. Painters and Poets BEtwixt these two there lately grew dissention Whether of twaine excel'd in his Inuention The Painter sets a good face on the matter Though not so true but it might seeme to flatter And yet protests against it and disgrace Saying what he doth is before their face The Poet in a harsh Satyricke vaine Tels him he dawbes his own the purest straine Yet yeelds to reason and by meerest fortune Meeting with me my iudgement did importune My answer was that Painters were confin'd Onely to mortall shape and there resign'd But Poets were the Oracles of Fame Who long since dead had liuing still a name To them I therefore did the conquest yeeld Who did remaine the longest in the Field Yet gentle Reader I refer 't to thee Whether of twaine shall haue priority 30. Loues Lunacy BEfore I knew what might belong to warre I was content to suffer many a scarre Yet none could hurt me till at length a Boy Disgrace to manhood wrought my sad annoy This Lad though blind yet did he shoot a dart Which pierc't my brest and lighted on my heart Yet did I feele no hurt till from aboue I heard a voice say Souldier you must loue I like't it well and in this pleasing veine I lost my wits to get my heart againe 31. A Puritan HIs name doth shew his nature to be pure And so it seemes indeed precise demure And yet in very deed he 's not the same Nor doth he brooke himselfe but in his name He loues his neighbour and his neighbours wife And hates prophanenesse in anothers life He will not sweare an oath yet to reproue Those that doe sweare the Spirit doth him moue I dare not say he will deceiue his Brother Nor were it fitting when he may another 32. To Mounsieur Melancholy WHat not a word what meanes this sad distraction Thou look'st as if thy brest were in confractioÌ„ what hast thou lost of late som friend som brother Or one that is more deare then both a Mother Faith none of all but t' is my pleasing veine I like it well and would it loth abstaine Fye purge it Sir I thanke you yet I feare I should be idle then as oft you are 33. To Romista a Traueller O Sir y' are welcome home what sodaine change Alter'd your minde that so did loue to range Stood on your worth as if you promis'd aide Vnto those Gyants that did Ioue vpbraid What meanes this ragged outsid inside passion Or whence you came is this the newest fashion If 't be t is old enough Good sir forbeare T is bâ—d enough you need it not to teare He that can liue at home and thinkes it losse But must abroad comes home by weeping Crosse. 34. Elementa non alimenta CLeere springing water comfortable fire All-clensing Ayre and fruitfull mother Earth Against their Ruler Man they did conspire To punish his ingratitude with dearth The water that did once refresh doth chaok him The Fire that v'sd to warm doth scorch smother The Ayer wherein he breathed life infects him The Earth denies