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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A39728	A treatise of the sports of wit	Flecknoe, Richard, d. 1678?	1675 (1675)	Wing F1237; ESTC R20266	20,309	62

them down themselves reposing Love whom divers cares molested Could not sleep but while Death rested All in hast away he posts him But his hast full dearly costs him For it chanc't that going to sleeping They had given their Darts in keeping Unto Night who Errors Mother Blindly knowing not one from t'other Gave Love Death 's and ne'er perceived it Whilst as blindly Love receiv'd it Since which time their Darts confounding Love now kills instead of wounding Death our hearts with sweetness filling Gently wounds instead of killing To the Dutchess of Portsmouth on his Epigram of the Angelical Beauty Pag. 19. Madam YOu being all admirable as you are No wonder at first I never cou'd declare But only in silence as admirers do The admiration which I had for you Until 'twixt speech and silence without name I writ at last that tassid Epigrame Of th' Angelical Beauty meaning you Although I never nam'd you until now When unto all the World I here declare You only that Angelical Beauty are And now if any at this offended are To spight 'em more I once again declare The Angelical Beauty is not only you But th' Angelical Disposition too The Remembrance or the Petition Renewed WHo in the late Dutchess of Lorrains days To all their mirth so instrumental was His Majesty never danc'd nor Dutchess sung But he with 's Lute or Viol still was one Counting it highest honor cou'd befal To delight them who 're the delight of all Now aged grown does in some hermitage Desire to end the remnant of his age And that His Majesty for Viaticum Wou'd favor his retreat with some small Sum Who never ask'd him any thing before Nor after this shall never ask him more But be His Beadsman all the rest of 's days Who then His Poet and Musician was The Dilemma IF what I write does please I hope in short His Majesty will give me somewhat for 't If not I hope as Caesar did before He 'll give me somewhat for to write no more The end of this Quaternium To LILY on his excellent Painting HOw I admire thee Lily and thy Art That to dead Figures doth such life impart Nature and thee do seem at gentle strife Whose Figures shou'd be most unto the Life Only as in some other World they were They do not live such lives as we do here But rather such as deathless shadows do I' th' blest Elyzium fields and shades below So like to ours as it may well be sed The dead are living and the living dead As out of Chaos all the World was made When first it neither Form nor Figure had So out of Chaos of thy Colours thou Do'st make whole Worlds of beauteous figures now To see and to admire the work th' ast done Whilst all the World unto thy house do'st come Who wou'd not think thee by so great resort The King of Painters and thy House the Court. On Peoples Talk A Dialogue betwixt Vizdamira and the Author A. THat I defend you where soe'er I come From ev'ry slandrous and malicious tongue Is but an Act of Iustice which I ow Unto the Truth as well as unto you What shou'd I do V. Why do like me contemn Their base malicious talk and pitty them Who only bark like Dogs of Villages And when they are contemn'd will hold their peace A. Ah never such as they will ne'er give ore But more they are contemn'd do bark the more V. Then let 'em vent their malice as they do It does not trouble me why shou'd it you A. Pardon me when I hear 'em speaking ill Of those I love I must defend 'em still V. I thank your love but yet my cheif defence 'Gainst slandrous tongues must be my innocence To live well is in power of every one But hinder peoples talk in power of none Against Idleness To the Lady Kilmurry sitting at work with other Ladies BLest be the hands and blest be they who taught This work at first which now these hands have wrought So Rainbow colour'd as Thomantias Bow Cou'd never more Celestial colour show Work is the Life and Idleness the Death Of every one who lives by vital breath Live Ladies then and by your work declare You only of all others living are Whilst others can no testimony give More then the dead that ever they did live And live till for the work on Earth y'have done You be rewarded when to Heaven you come With Crowns of Glory and for robes may wear As glorious ones of your own working here Happy the whilst who live and work like you Both in this World and in the other too To the Lady Elizabeth Gage Madam I Will not say y' are so surpassing fair As none with you for beauty may compare Nor that all others for pure flesh and blood Compar'd to you seem only Painted Mud. For this of every Lady may be sed Whose Beauty 's but a little white and red Although of none more truly then of you Whose colours are no Painted ones but true But I will praise you in a higher kind For vertue and for beauty of your mind And say the outside and the inside too Never agreed in any more then you Continue Madam then but as you are As excellently good as you are fair We well may say your beauty and vertue 's such As none can praise none can admire too much And this when others beauty's fade and die Is that shall live and last eternally Prologue for most of our Modern Plays YOu 'd have new Plays and when you have 'em you Do by 'em as Children by their Puppets do Tear 'em and mangle 'em strait then cry for more And use 'em just as you did those before And reason of this is now if truth were known You are not curious but fastidious grown Nor is it Iudgment in you but disease That no new Plays though ne'er so good can please And this is all thanks and reward he has Gives Children Puppets and who gives you Plays And now they serve you in your kind you see For most o' th' Plays are only Puppetry And you as unto Puppet-Plays do go Not for to hear the wit but see the show The curious Painted Scenes which Wit you call With Cheapside-Pageantry and that is all On the Lady R s Nursing her own Children HOw like to Charity this Lady stands With one child sucking t'other in her hands Whilst Bounteous Nature Mother of us all Of her fair Brests is not more liberal Those Ladies but Half-mothers are at best Who while they give their Wombs deny their Brest And none but such true Mothers we may call Who give like you their Wombs and Brests and all Mirror of Mothers in whom all may see By what you are what others ought to be Ready like Pellicans for Childrens good To give their very lives and vital blood For so do you if Milk be Blood though white Who shew your self great Straffords Daughter right Both alike ready for the publick good You for to give your Milk and he his Blood What must the Children be the while that come From such a Pious Brest and Noble Womb. To the Dutchess of Monmouth With his Play of the Noble Fair and Vertuous EMILIA Madam WHen Poets wou'd a Heroina make Does all perfections of her Sex pertake They make her Noble Fair and Vertuous too All which perfections Madam are in you Emilia then is but a feigned name And you are only really the same Or if their 's any difference this is all She 's but the Copy you th' Original To whom then should I dedicate my Play O' th' Noble Vertuous Fair Emilia But to your Grace who is without compare More Noble yet more Vertuous and Fair. Why I Write WHilst some do write for profit some for praise And every one some end in writing has I only write to please my noble Friends And when I 've done but that I have my ends For th'vulgar I so much their praises slight I wou'd not have their favor though I might Because I know none ever had it yet But only such who viciously have writ And now if any think this cowardize To flie their praises as I do their vice I must confess he 's valianter then I Who dares be damn'd for writing viciously He 's vicious enough does evil do But double vicious does and writes it too The end of the Quaternium * The Rule is never to pass the third Reply