Bacchra what I want My Land-lord rent doth openly demand Thou hear'st yet know'st not in what need I stand My cloathes are â—old worne bare vnto a thred Thou seest yet know'st not Bacchra what I need My neede is no have thee strooke dumbe therefore That thou mightst say wert thou in need no more Conditus his egâ— sâ—â—â— Epig. 95. Lib. 7. An Epitaph vpon Vrbicus a Child I Vibicus the griefe of Bassus am Here tomb'd on whom great Rome bestow'd a name Sixe Moneths I wanted of two yeares when to My threed of life did cruell fates vndo What did my beauty talke or age auaile Who ere readst this my death vntimely waile So may that man at Nestors age to grave Descend whom thou wouldst thy surviver have Sic placidum semper Epig. 98. lib. 7. To Crispâ—â—â—â— SO mayst thou still be favourd by our love And gaine as well Romes an thy Memphis love When thou my Verses read in Court shalt heare For they sometimes enioy great Caesars eare Say like a candid Reader this mans riâ—es Doe adde some honour Caesar to thy times Not far from Marsus or Catullus best This is enough to love I leave the rest Milo domi non est Epig. 101. lib. 7. Of Milo MIâ—orides forth his grounds while he 's from home Ly wast his wife still bears a fruitfull wombe Why are the grounds and she not barren growne His wife has tillers though the grounds have none Achetypis vetâ—â— Epig. 6. lib 8. Against Euctus HOw odious Euctus antique gobblets are In earthen pots t were better drinking farre While he the mouldy ages of his plate Palling the wine with talking doth relate This cup belong'd to King Laomedon For this Apollo's Harpe did wall the Towne This pot in fight did furious Rhaetus vse Against the Lapithes see here 's the bruise This with two bottoms Nestor did delight T was Nestor's thumbe that wore this dove so bright This cup Achilles in a ioviall vaine Drunke freely off his friends to entertaine In this faire Dido dranke to Bitias When Troys lov'd Prince her guest at supper was While thou these old engravings wondrest at Thou drinkst Astyanax in Priam's plate Principium des Jane Epig 8. lib. 8. To Jamis THough Ianus thou begin swift years that hast And with thy looke call backe the ages past Though thee all incense first all prayers implore All honours new and purple gownes adore Yet more thou ioy st to see what now is come That in thy moneth our god returnes to Rome Egi Sexte tuam Epig. 17 lib. 8. To Sextus SExtus thy cause I pleaded for my fee Thou sentst a piece for two did I agree But thou complainst I did thy cause betray More for the shame I suffer'd thou shouldst pay Aëraper tacitum Epig 32. lib. 8. Of Aretulla's Pigeon TO Aretulla's lap a snowy Dove Descended gently through the aire above It was no chance for there the Dove did stay And though permitted would not fly away If that so good a sisters pious love And Prayers may hope our earthly god to move This Dove from Sardos from her brother sent Brings newes of his repeale from banishment Quantatua est probitas Epig. 46. lib. 8. To Cestus CEstus so chast thou art so wondrous fair That Theseus sonne may not with thee compare To bathe with thee would nak'd Diana ioy Cybel for thee would leave her Phrygian boy Iuno would let thee lye for Ganymede With love and would not thy chast kisses dread Oh happy Bride whose maiden-head shall take Thy first fresh strength thee an husband make Formosissima quae Epig. 53. lib. 8. Against Catulla OF all thy sexe thou fairest faire But baser than the basest are Oh how I wish Catulla thee Lesse faire or else more chast to bee Tres habuit dentes Epig. 57. lib. 8. To Picens THree only teeth had Picens and did spit Them out as he before his tombe did sit Then gathring his mouthes ruines up he there Entombed them so that although his heire Gather not up his bones when he is gone This funerall rite he to himselfe hath done Qui Corcyraei vidit Epig 68 lib. 8. To Entellus WHo both hath seen wil praise thy garden house More than the Orchard of Alcinoûs Where lest the purple grapes sad winters frost Should burne and Bacchus gifts by cold be lost Clos'd in transparant stone thy Vines do live And to the eye though hid their lustre give So pebble stones in Chrystall brookes are spy'd And Maides white skins through tyffeney descry'd What would not nature let wit reach unto When barren Winter Autumn's workes must do Miraris veteres Epig. 69. lib. 8. Of Vacerra VAcerra thou approv'st of none For Poets but are dead and gone Pardon for so much do not I Esteeme thy praises as to dy Dic verum mihi Marce Epig. 76. lib. 8. Vpon Gallâ—cus I Prithee Marcus tell me true There 's nought I 'd rather heare from you Thus when thy Bookes thou dost recite Or when thou pleadst thy clients right Still Gallicus thou begg'st of mee T were hard I should deny it thee Then heare what 's true as true can be Thou dost not heare truth willingly Quaâ—â—â—â— iam superis Epig 4. lib. 9. To Domitian OF what thou Caesar to the gods hast given If thou wouldst now exact repayment even Although in Heaven an out-cry should be made And the gods forc'd to sell what ere they had Atlas were bank-rupt love could not compound Though thou would'st take five groats in every pound What can he pay for his Tarpeian crown What for his Capitoll re-built when down How much for her two temples luno owes Pallas I passe for she thy businesse does Why should I name the Flavian Temples now What Laedaâ—s sonnes Alcides Phoebus ow Caesar must needs forbeare or give them day For loves chest has not where withall to pay Caeâ—es â—anthare cum Epig. 11. lib. 9. Against Cantharus WHen thou at others cost cat'st still Thou roar'st thou threaten'st speak'st ill Such pride and fiercenesse sits not thee Thou canst not sharke and be so free Cappadocum saevis Epig 31. lib. 9. Of Antistius Rusticus IN Cappadocia did Antistius dyâ— Oh guilty land in such a Tragaedy Nigrina when her deare Lords bones she brought Home in her lap too short the iourney thought When th' â—nvy'd tombe the sacred Vrne receiv'd She seem'd againe of her dear Lord bercav'd Jupiter Jdei Epig. 35. lib. 9. In praise of Domitian WHen love great Caesars Flavian Temple â—y'd His fabulous Cretan tombe he did deride And when at table he did freely supp Nectar and gave to Mars his sonne the cupp Looking on Phoebus and bright Phoebe where Faire Maiaes sonne and great Alâ—ides were You rais'd me Cretan monuments quoth he How much more Caesars Father t is to be Si credis mibi Epig. 53. lib. 9. To Ovid. WHat thou deserv'st if thou beleeve I do to Aprils Calends give For thy birth Ovid what I doe To March
personated Leander was here saved the true one was drowned in the Hellespont THat this night-sea thy life Leander saves Cease youth to woÌ„der they were Caesars â— avâ—â— When bold Leander swam to his faire Love And gainst the swelling waves now weari'd strove Thus the approaching â—illowes he bespake This life but going spare returning take Young men skilfull in swimming attired in the habit of Sea-Nymphs played upon the water of the Theater Which artificiall spectacle hee preferreth before the true Exercises of Thetis and her Nymphs ON Seas a well-taught Troope of Sea-Nymphs playde And various rankes on th' easie waters made The threatning TrideÌ„t the crook'd Anchors there The Ships the Oares we thought did true appear Th' Oebalian Twins the Sailors saviours shin'd Broad Sailes did seeme to swell against the wind Who first such workes on liquid waters wrought These sports here Thetis learn'd or Thetis taught Of Carpophorus HAd former ages bred Carpophorus No Monsters Caesar had beene left for us Nor had men fear'd the Nemean Lions rore The Cretan Bull nor fierce Arcadian Bore By his arm'd hand Hydra one death had dy'd He at one blow Chimaera had destroy'd Tam'd Colchos Buls without Medaea's ayde And freed Andromeda and the Troian Maide Count great Alcides praises and to tame Twice ten wilde Beasts at once is greater fame He preferreth the Sea-fights exhibited for spectacle by the Emperours Titus and Domitian before those of Augustus Claudius and Nero. TO ioyne two fleets and with Sea-trumpets raise A navall fight was great Augustus praise More is our Caesar's Galataea view'd And Thetis too strange Beasts in water shew'd And Triton Sea-wett Chariots here hath seene And thought they had his Masters horses beene For these fierce ships whilst he prepares a fight Old Nereus would not from his Chariot light What ere upon the circke or stage men see Caesar's rich water does present to thee Let Claudius Lakes and Nero's not be knowne To after times but this Sea-fight alone When two Sword-Players fought equally and neyther yeelded Caesar though the People desired it would not dismisse them till at last both equally yeelded Vpon which hee dismissed them both crowned them both as Conquerours and freed them from the service of the stage by seading them Staves as the Custome was WHen Verus here there Priscus did prolong The fight and both their strengths in ballance hung The Peoples clamours oft dismission pray'd For both but Caesar his owne Law obey'd Which was the yeelder must his finger show How erâ— he gifâ— and â—unkets did bestow At last an end this equall combate found Both fought alike and both alike gave ground Caesar to both gave prize and libertie All this became ingenious vertues fee 'T was never known Caesar before thy raigne That two should fight and conquest both obtainâ— FINIS MARTIAL His Epigramms Hic est quem legis Epig. 1 Lib. 1. HEre whom thou seek'st Reader thou hast Martiall through all the knowne world grac'd For Epigrams of choysest wit To whom alive and knowing it Reader the favour thou hast showne Few Poets Vrnes have ever knowne Cum peteret Regem Epig. 22. Lib. 1. WHen Mutius mist of his King-killing ayme His willing hand he offer'd to the flame But the milde Foe such Miracles abhorr'd And safe from fire his Prisoner home restor'd That hand that Mutius from least fainting free Durst burne the King could not endure to see Thus happy errour greater glory wonne And lesse this hand if not deceiv'd had done Poâ—â—peios iuvenes Epig. 74. Lib. 5. EVrope and Asia Pompey's sonnes interre He tomb'd in Lybia lyes if any where No marvell t is they scatter'd thus remaine Since no one place such ruine could containe Coniugis audisset fatum Epig. 43. Lib. 1. WHen Brutus death to Portias eare was brought And weapons hid from her her sorrow sought Know ye not yet quoth she death 's nere deny'd Learn'd you not so much when my Father dy'd This said hot swallowed coales dispatch her life In vaine alas have you deny'd a knife Dum dubitaret Epig. 32. Lib. 6. WHile civill Furies fate did doubtfull stay And yet soft Otho might have wonne the day Mars he condemn'd with blood already cloy'd And his own life his certaine hand destroy'd Though Cato's life than Caesars greater was Not Cato's death could dying Otho passe Quod magni Thraseâ— Epig. 9. Lib. 1. THat great Thrasea's Sect thou dost maintaine And dying Cato's yet still safe remaine Nor on drawne Swords thy naked breast hast run What I could wish has Decianus done I weigh not him whose glory death must raise Give me the man that living merits praise Cum gravis Epig. 73. Lib. 4. WHen sicke Vestinus drew his latest breath And saw before his eyes approaching death The Sisters drawing his last thread he prayes In that blacke taske to use some small delayes Dead to himselfe he now lives to his friends The Fates gave way to his Religious ends Then parting his large wealth he yeelds his breath And thinkes himselfe now old enough for death Vu fieri liber Epig. 53. Lib. â— THou would'st be free thou ly'st thou would'â—â— not beâ—â— But if thou wouldst I le chaulâ— the way to thee At others Tables canst thou scorne to dine Canst quench thy thirst with small Etrurian wiâ—â—â—â— And cast on Cinna's Plate no covetous eye And be content with such a gowne as I Can a cheape Wench suffice thine appeâ—ite And roomes in which thou canst not stand uprighâ— Couldst thou thy minde to this true temper bring Thou shouldst live freer than the Parthian King Nullos osse Deos Epig. 21. Lib. 4. THat in the Heavens no gods there be Selius affirmes and proves cause hâ— Still thinking so lives happily â—sse quid hoc Epig. 10. Lib. 5. WHence i st that men alive no praise can gaine And that few Readers their own times mainetaine Thiâ— Regulus is Envie 's wonted guise To praise what 's past and present things despise So we old Pompey's Gallery desire And â—ulius Temple our old men admire â—nnius Rome read whilst Maro there resided By his own times great Homer was derided Fâ—w Stages â—â—ownd Menander sounded forth None but Corinna knew her Ovids Worth But haste not you my Bookes for Fame to whom â—is soone enough if after death it come Sit cisterâ—â— mibi Epig. 55. Lib. 3. A Vineyard at Ravenna no a Well For Water there than Wine doth dearer sell Callidus imposiat Epig. 56. Lib. 3. THe Vinâ—ner cheated me and pure Wine gave Wine mixt with Water â— desir'd to have Callidus effracta Epig. 43. Lib. 5. THieves may thy Coffers breake steale coyne or plate Thy house a sudden fire may ruinate Debtors may Vse and Principall deny And dead thy seedes in barren Grounds may lye Thy Steward may be cheated by a Whoâ—re Thy Merchandise the Ocean may devour But what thou giv'st thy friends froÌ„ chance is free Thy gifts alone shall thine for ever be COntinual showrs have so
lightly wet with summer showres Or Nard in chaplets made of sweetest flowers All this faire Boy thy frag an t kisses be What would they didst thou give them ful freâ— Dum modo Causidicum Epig. 64. Lib. 2. To Taurus WHilst Rhetoricke now now Law best pleaseth thee And thou resolv'st not Taurus what to bee Old Priam's time Peleus or Nestor's runs A time to leave off all professions Three Rhetoricians dy'd within a yeare Be thou one if th' art bold and skilfull there If not all Courts are full of brawles for thee Even Marâ—ia's statue might a Lawyer bee Delay no more How long expect we thee Thou ' lt doubt so long till thou canst nothing bee Ad caenam nuper Epig. 78. Lib. 4. VArus invited me to supper late Where litle meat there was but store of platâ— His men with gold not victuals fill'd the bord Feasts to our eyes not stomacks to afford We came to feede no eyes but bellies here Keepe up thy wealth or shew 't in better cheere Munera quod senibus Epig. 56. Lib. 4. Against Gargilian GIfts t' old rich men thou sendst widows all Yet would'st be thought Gargilian liberall There 's nought more sordid nought more base than thee To call thy snares a liberalitiâ— So to the greedy fish the hooke is kinde Such favour Beasts from cousening bates do finde But wouldst thou know true liberâ—litie â—e teach thee then bestow thy gifts on me â—â—igis â—â—â—â—nem nostros Epig. 72. Lib. 4. To Quinctus THou begg'st that I 'd bestow my Book on thee I â—ave none the Stationer can shew it thee Shall I give coine for toyes thinkst thou and buy Thy Bookes I am not such a foole nor I. â—giâ—ti 〈◊〉 semper Liâ—e Epig. 66. Lib. 4. LInus thou still a Country life didst live Than which nought can more cheap contentment give Few Ides or Calends ere in Rome did see Thee gown'd one cloak ten Summers served thee Thy grouÌ„ds did yeild thee bores hares unboght The woods fat Thrushes to thy table brought The rivers gave thee fish in pots of earth Thou drunkst cheap wine which boasts no forreine birth No beauteous high-priz'd Boyes of Greece did fill Thy wiâ—e but plaine and rustick servants still Or else thy tenants homely wife did lye With thee when wine had rais'd thy spirits high No heats did spoyle thy crops no fire burnt down Thy house the sea no ships of thine did drown No dice or gaming tooke thy wealth away For nuts like children was thy deepest play Where 's all the wealth thy mother left thee gone Linus t is hard to do what thou hast done Quae mihi praestiteris memini Epig. 53. Lib. 5. To Posthumus THy gifts to me I thinke of and still shall Why then do I not speake of them at all Thou dost Where ere i tell thy charitie T is answer'd straight himselfe has told it me This work befits not both one is enough If thou wouldst have me speake be silent thou For trust me wert thou nere so liberall The givers talking would destroy it all â—asia da nobis Epig. 34. Lib. 6. To Diadumenus KIsse fully fairest Boy How oft sai'st thou The Oceans waves thou bidst me number now Or shels upon th' Aegaean shorâ— to count Or bees that swarme about th' Athenian mount Or on the Theater the peoples cryes And shouts when Caesar first doth greet their eies What number Lesbia to Catullus gave I beg not Few would he that counts them have Vatis Apollinei magno Epig. 21. Lib. 7. Of Lucan THis day so fam'd for Phoebus Prophets birth Returnes yee Poets sacrifice with mirth This day deserv'd which Lucan did bestow That Baetis mixt with Helicon should â—low Ede tuos tandem Epig. 26. Lib. 1. PVblish thy Bookes Faustinus yet and shew Thy polish'd labours to the peoples view Those Bookes which Athens cannot dis respect Nor our old Romans but with praiâ—e affect Wilt not admit fame standing at thy doore And take the fruit of all thy paines before Fame to the Vrne comes late let those Books live With thee which after life to thee must give Cum clamant omnes Epig. 98. Lib. 1. To Naevolus the Lawyer WHen there 's most noyse thou plead'st thinking to show Thy selfe a Patron a Lawyer so At such a time all men speake well but now When all are silent speake to th' purpose thou Non plenum modo Epig. 100. Lib. â— To covetous Calenus THou once hadst an estate but small But then so brave free liberall Thou werâ— Calenus that all we Did wish ten times as much to thee Some God then heard what we did pray And â—â—e seven Calends past away Foure deaths on thee bestow'd that summe But thou as if no meanes had come But rather as much losse to thee Fell'st to such wretched penurie That even thy feasts most high and rare Which once a yeare thou dost prepare Thou mak'st for small summes of base coyne And seven of us old friends of thine Cost thee a leaden halfe-penny For this what shall I wish to thee I le wish thy wealth ten times as much Thou ' dst starve our right if it were such Qui piâ—xit Venerem Epig. 103. Lib. â— To Lycoris THat Painter sure Lycoris meant to shew Favour to Pallas which thy 〈◊〉 drew Esse quid hoc dicam Epig. 12. Lib. 2. Against Posthumâ—â— WHence i st that still like myrâ—he thy kisses beeâ— That stil thou bearst a borrowd sent with thee I needes must censure thee for that sweet smell He smels not well that alwayes smels so well Quod querulum spirat Epig. 26. Lib. 2. To Bithynicus THat in thy bosome thy old wife doth lye Coffing and groaning still as like to dye Thou think'st th' art surely made but thou wilt bâ—e Deceiv'd she dooes not dy but flatter thee â—utua vigintisestertia Epig. 30. Lib. 2. Against Caius TWenty sesterces I 'de have borrow'd late Which if bestow'd had been a gift not great hold For t was a rich friend whom I ask'd and old Whose crowded chests would scarce his riches He cryes â—â—rne Lawyer and â—hou'lt thrive I 'de have No counsel Caius give me what I crave â—mi seu puerum Epig. 44. Lib. â— Against Sextus WHen I a Boy or gowne have bought Or some small plate of silver wrought Sextus the Vsurer whom you To be my old companion know Fearing I 'de begge of him thus hee Speakes to himselfe ore-heard by mee To Phoebus foure thousand eleven Philetus to Secundus seven Iow and have at home no whit Of coine welfare an old friends wit T is hard when ask'd thou shouldst deny Harder before I aske of thee Vâ—guentâ—â—â— fateor Epig. 12. Lib. 3. Against Fabullus THou gav'st good ointment t is confest But little supper to thy guests T is an improper thing to be Perfum'd and hungry Well may he That is anoynted and not fed Be thought a coarse that 's newly dead Proscriptum famulus Epig. 21. Lib.