bones to rest Least that his Heire should not them safely sâ—e Interr'd He did himself the curtesie Ad Entellum Epig. 68. Oh that the famed Alcinous garden sees May well prefer Entellus thine to his Least nipping winter peirce the purplâ— grapes And on the Vines smart Frosts commit their rapes Thy vintage in a gem inclosed lyes And the Grape cover'd not hid from our eyes So female shapes shine through their Tifanie And Pibbles in the waters numbred bee What would not nature free to wit impart When winter's made an Autumn by thy art In Vacerram Epig. 69. Thou only dost admire old Poets past And praisest none but such have writ their last Hence I beseech Vacerra pardon mee T is not worth perishing to humor thee Ad Liberum amicum Epig. 77. Liber thy friends sweet care worthy to bee Crownd with Rose-buds to all eternitie Art wise still let thy hair with unguents flow While flowry garlands compasse in thy brow May thy clear glass with falerne wine black prove And thy soft bed growe warme with softer love A life thus led though in its youth resign'd Is made much longer than it was design'd In Fabullum Epig. 79. When wrinckled Beldames thy familiars bee Or filthy Bauds or worse if ought you see When these compagnions thou dost leade along Through every Feast with thee and walke and throng Fabulla thus compared we needs must say Th' art handsome and dost bear the bell away Lib. 9. Ad Domitianum Epig. 4. IF thou shouldst challenge what is due to thee From heaven and its creditor wouldst bee If publique sale should be cryed through the sphaeres And th' gods sell all to satisfy arrears Atlas will banq'rrupt prove nor one ounce bee Reserved for Jupiter to treat with thee What canst thou for the Capitol receive Or for the honour of the Laurel-wreath Or what will Juno give thee for her shrine Pallas I pass she waits on thee and thine Alcides Phaebus Pollux I slip by And Flavia's Temple neighb'ring on the sky Caesar thou must forbear and trust the heaven Jove's Chest has not enough to make all even In Aeschylum Epig. 5. When for two guilders Galla thou might'st swive And more then so if thou it double give Aeschylus why did she take ten of thee The feate's not worth it what the secresie In Paullam Epig. 6. Paulla thou very fain wouldst Priscus wed I wonder not t is witty so to doe But Priscus will not medle with thy bed And therein he is full as witty too In amicum Caenipetam Epig. 15. Dost think this man whom thy Feast makes thy freind A heart of faithfull friendship can pretend He loves thy brawn thy oysters but not thee Let me sup so he shall be friend to mee In Afrum Epig. 26. As oft as we thy Hyllus doe behold Filling thy wine thy browes doe seem to scold What crime is 't I would know to view thy Boy We look upon the gods the stars the day Shall I fling back as when a Gorgon lyes Steep'd in the cup and hide my face and eyes Great Hercules was feirce in crueltie Yet we might see his pretty Hylas free Nor would great Jove have ought in wrath to say If Mercury with Ganimede did play Afer if then we must not view thy loose Soft ministers that serve thee in thy house Invite such men as Phineas to bee Thy guests or Oedipus that nere could see Epitaphium Latini Epig. 29. The stage his sweet renown the fame Of playes Latinus known by name I here lye seiz'd in deaths cold night Thy great applause thy delight I that could make strict Cato be My joy'd spectator and at mee The Curii and Fabricii smile And loose their gravity the while But yet my life nere bore away Ought from the theatre or play I only there did act my part Not out of nature but by art Nor could I to great Caesar bee Grateful without my vanitie Yet Deifi'd Domitian might See that my inward parts were right But ye may call me at your will A Parasite of Phoebus still While Rome may know me rais'd above Into the family of Jove Qualem velit amicam Epig. 33. I love a Lasse that 's apt and plain doth goe And with my Boy hath had a bout or tâ—o And her that two-pence makes her mine all ore And being one can tugg with half a Score Shee that asks pay and in bigg straines doth ball Let her bee drudg to thickskinn'd Burdigal In Ponticum Epig. 42. Ponticus Cause thou ne're doth swive But some by-lusts contentment give And thy more conscious hands supply The service of thy venery Dost think that this is no offence Believe it it's damn'd excellence Is of so foule and high a weight Thou can'st not reach it in conceipt Horace but once did doe the feat That he three glorious twins might get Mars and chast Ilia once did joyn That Rome's great founders they might coyn All had been loss'd had either's list Spent his foule pleasure in his fist When thus then thou shalt tempted bee Think that Dame nature cryes to thee That which thy fingers doe destroy O Ponticus it is a Boy In Gaurum Epig. 51. Gaurus approves my wit but slenderly Cause I write verse that please for brevity But he in twenty volumes drives a trade Of Priam's warrs O hee 's a mighty blade We give an Elegant young pregnant birth He makes a dirty Gyant all of earth In Mamurram Epig. 60. Mamurra long and much stalk'd up and down The stalls where all the goods are sold in Rome Beholds the boyes and with them feeds his eyes Nere prostitute from their first cottages Such whom the Cages kept in secresie Close from my cronies and the peoples eye Thence ful he calls for the round tables down And t' have the high placed Ivory open showne And measuring the Tortoise beds thrice ore As too small for his Cypress groaned sore Then smells if purely Corinth the brass scent And Delian statues give him no content Complains the crystalls mix'd with Courser glass Marks myrrhine Cupps and ten aside doth place Cheapens old baskets and if any were Wrought cups by noble Mentur's cunning there And numbers the green Em'ralds layd in gold Or any from the eares that take their hold Then seeks true gems in table boards most nice And of rich pretious Jaspers asks the price Tyred and departing when the eleventh houre come He bought two farthing cupps and carr'd them home In Aeschylum Epig. 68. I enjoyd a buxsom lass all night with mee Which none could overcome in venerie Thousand wayes tyred I askd that childish thing Which she did grant at the first motioning Blushing and laughing I a worse besought Which she most loose vouchsafed as quick as thought Yet she was pure but if she deale with you Shee 'l not be so and thou shalt pay dear too In Caecilianum Epig. 71. O times ô manners Tully cry'd of old When Catâ—line his curs'd plot did unfold
Ex otio Negotium OR MARTIALL HIS EPIGRAMS Translated With Sundry Poems and Fancies By R. Fletcher vivere Chartae Incipiant Cineri gloria sera venit Mar. lib. 1. Epig. 26. LONDON Printed by T. Mabb for William Shears and are to be sold at the Bible in Bedford street in Covent-garden 1656. M. VALERIUS MARSHAL Anno Aetatis suae 51. Ro Vaughan sculpsit To the Reader Courteous Reader I Here present thee with the scatterd Papers of my Youth which if they want that seriousness and solemn thoughts which become the ticklish stage of so catching a world let me beseech thy pardon had I sacrificed to thy view a volume beyond exception it had Anticipated thy Clemency and left thee no occasion to have exercised thy goodnesse But I am not of that number that dares Challenge the sharpe-sighted Censure of the times and conceive their Papers as their persons beyond fault or defection If I have not rendred the accute fancy of my most ingenious Author in its pure genuine dress as his own Pen hath deliverd him in ascribe the faile to my weakness not my will And for those abortive births slippd from my brain which can carry neither worth nor weight in the scale of this pregnant age so fraught and furnish'd with variety of gallant Pieces and performances of the choicest of writers give me leave to flurn at them as the poor excrescencies of Nature which rather blemish than adorn the structure of a well-composed body But least I tire thy patience with a tedious Apolligie like the Pulpit-cuffers of the age which breath their Audience at every accent either a sleep or out of doors I will no longer detain thee in the Porch and Preface of the Work If my looser minutes shall either please or profit thee I have my end If not I have my desire may I be thought worthy to be acknowledged Thy Friend and Servant R. Fletcher A Table of the Poems and Fancies in this Book THe Publipue Faith Page 129. A Lent on Lettany composed for a confiding Brother for the benefit and edification of the Faithfull Ones p. 131 The Second Part p. 135 A Hue and Cry after the Reformation p. 137 A Committee p. 138 On the happy Memmory of Alderman Hoyl that hang'd himself p. 141 On Clarinda Praying p. 142 On Clarinda Singing p. 145 Platonick Love p. 147 A Sigh p. 149 Love's Farewell p. 151 Christmass Day or the shuttle of an inspyred Weaver bolted against the Order of the Church for its Solemnitie p. 154 Good Fryday p. 156 Easter Day p. 157 Holy Thursday p. 159 Whitesunday p. 161 A short Ejaculation upon that truly worthy Patron of the Law Sr John Bridgman p. 164 Obsequies on that right Reverend Father in God John Prideaux late Bishop of Worcester p. 166 On the death of his Royall Majesty Charls late King of England p. 171 An Epitaph on the same p. 173 A Survey of the World p. 174 An Old Man Courting a Young Girle p. 177 An Epitaph on his deceased Friend p. 182 Mount Ida or beautie's Contest p. 183 Vpon a Fly that flew into a Ladies eye and there lay buried in a Tear p. 185. Obsequies to the Memory of the truly Noble right Valiant and right Honourable Spencer Earl of Northampton Slain at Hopton Field in Staffordshire in the beginning of this Civill War p. 186 The London Lady p. 190 The Times p. 194 The Modell of the New Religion p. 202 Content p. 204 May-day p. 208 An Epigram to Doulas p. 211 An Epigram on the people of England p. 212 An Elegie upon my dear little Friend Mr. I. F. who dyed the same morning he was born Decm the 10. 1654. p. 213 A short Reflection on the Creation of the World p. 217. My Kingdom is not of this world p. 221 Come unto me all yee that labour and are heavy laden p. 222 A Sing-song on Clarinda's Wedding p. 226 On the much to be Lamented Death of that gallant Antiquarie and great Master both of Law and Learning John Selden Esquire p. 231 Vpon the Death of John Selden Esquire p. 235 Vpon the incomparable Learned John Selden p. 239 Vpon the Death of John Selden p. 240 Degenerate Love and Choice p. 242 A Dialogue between two water Nymphs Thamesis and Sabrina p. 247 To my honoured Friend Mr. T. C. that asked mâ— how I liked his Mistris being an old Widdow p. 254 The Engagement Stated p. 257 MARTIALL Lib. I. Epig. Ad Catonem WHen thou didst know the merry Feast Of jocund Flora was at best Our solemn sports how loosely free And debonair e the vulgar be Strict Cato why didst thou intrude Into the seated multitude Was it thy frolick here alone Only to enter and be gone Ad Lectorem Epig. 2. This whom thou readst is he by thee required Martiall through all the world fam'd and desired For sharpest Books of Epigrams on whom Ingenious Reader living without Tombe Thou hast bestow'd that high and glorious wreath Which seldome Poets after death receive Ad Librum suum Epig. 4. Among the Stationers th'hadst rather be My litle Book though my shelf's void for thee Alas thou knowst not Rome's disdain Great Mars his sons are of a pregnant brain Gybes no where are more free young men and old And Boyes their Nose up in derision hold Whiles thou shalt hear thy praise and kisses have Thou shalt be toss'd from th' bosome to the Grave But thou for fear thou feel'st thy Masters hand And thy loose sports should by his reed be scann'd Lascivious Book thou seek'st to mount abroad Go fly but home were yet thy safer road Ad Caesarem Epig. 5. If by chance Caesar thou take up my Books Lord of the world put by thy morning looks Thy greatest tryumphs have admitted mirth Nor need'st thou blush to give my fancy birth With what aspect thou smilest on Thymele Or mimicall Latinus read thou mee Innocent sports strict censure may peruse My life is modest though my lines be loose Ad Decianum Epig. 9. Because thou follow'st so in thy intents Great â—hrasea's and brave Cato's presidents That thou maist be secure nor runn'st thybrest Naked on drawn Swords in a frantick jest Decian thou dost what I would have thee do I like not him who to redeem or wo An empty fame by 's easie blood is rais'd Give me the man that lives and yet is prais'd De Gemello Maronilla Epig. 11. Gemellus seeks old Maronill to wed Desires it much is instant prayes and fees Is she so fair Nought's more ill favoured What then provokes O she doth cough and wheeze De Arria Paeto Epig. 14. When Arria to her Paeto gave the sword Which she in her own bowels first had gor'd Trust me quoth she that wound I made do'nt grieve But that doth Paetus which thou meanest to give Ad Julium 16. Epig. O thou to mee ' mongst my chiefe friends in mind Julius if antient faith and tyes ought bind The sixtith
Or of those flocks their fleece to Parma bring But mine as one that passed the bulls hornes stares Or which would scarce be owned by the first haires Agenor's son's â—â—â—et countrey sends thee coats Thou canst not sell my scarlet for three groats Thou hangst with Indian teeth thy Libian rings My beechen table 's propd with earthen things Thy gold-tipd plates rich barbles do bedight My dish is red with self-look'd Aconite Thy boyes may with the Ilian lad compare My hands my Ganymedes most duly are Of this thy wealth thou nought bestowest on us Thy friends yet cry'st out 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Candidus In Sextum Epig. 44. Whether I 've bought a freeze coat or a boy For three or four times double the pound Troy Forthwith the us'reâ— Sextus which ye know To be my antient neighbour-friend in show In care least I should borrow of him fears And whispers to himself but by my eares I to Secundus owe seaven thousand pounds To Phaebus four eleven Philetus sounds Whiles I have not one farthing in my chest O my conceited friend's ingenious jest Sextus 't is hard to give a flat denyal When thou art askd much more before the tryal In Maximum 〈◊〉 Maximus wouldst be free t is false thou 'lt not But if thou wouldst indeed hence take the plot Thou shalt if thou can'st choose to sup abroad Or if small wine thy thirst can quench or load If thou can'st scorne poore Cinna's bravery And with our homely gown contented bee If thy lust may be calmd for half a sowse And entring can'st stoop to thy low-roofd house If thou this power of self and minde canst bring Thou shalt live freer then the Parthian king Ad Gallum de ejus uxore Epig. 56. In Lybia thy wife they stigmatize With the foule crime of too much avarice But they are lyes they tell she is not wont To take but give for scouring of her In Zoilum Epig. 58. Zoilus well cloathd derides my thred-bare gowne T is true t is thred-bare Zoilus but my owne In Taurum Epig. 64. While now thou'lt Lawyer be now Rhetorician And knowst not to make forth thy wishd condition Peleus and Nestor's age slips by And it was grown too late for thee to try Begin three Rhetoricians dyed one yeare Ifthou hast any skill or stomack here If Schools dislike Courts swarm with the old trade And Marsya's self a Lawyer may be made Fie out with this delay how long shall wee Expect whiles doubting nothing thou wilt bee In Saletanum Epig. 65. Why doe we see old Saletan so sad Is the cause light thou sayst his wife is dead O the grand crime of fate ô the sad chance Is Secundilla dead that did advance A thousand sesterties in dowry to thee O would this hap had neer came to undoe thee De Fannio Epig. 80. When Fannius should have scaped his Foe His own hands stopt his breath And was 't not madness I would know By dying to ' scape death In Mamercum Epig. 88. Thou nought recit'st and yet wouldst bee Thought Poet on that score Be what thou wilt Mamercus free So thou wilt speak no more Ad Quinctilianum Epig. 90. O thou great master of the youth of Rome Quinctilian the glory of the gowne Pardon though poor nor struck in yeares I hast To live since no man strives to live too fast Let him delay that 's Fathers rents would raise And fill his house with shapes of antient days Me fire and houses please smoakd with their steame A native sallet and a living stream A bond-man serves my turne an unlearnd wife A night with sleep a day without all strife Lib. 3. Epig. 9. CInna writes verses against me t is said He writes not whose bad verse no man doth read In Candidum Epig. 26. Candidus has alone fine farmes gold coyne Myrrh and drinks Caecuba and Massick wine Has the sole wisdom and the only wit Enjoyes the world alone and all in it But has he all alone that I deny His wife with ours is in community Ad Gargilianum Epig. 30. No money 's payd yet gratis eat'st my cheare But when at Rome Gargilian what dost there Whence hast thou house-rent or whence a coat How canst thou pay thy wench whence hast a groat Though with much reason thou art said to live Yet how thou dost it none can reason give Ad Rufinum Epig. 31. I grant thy large spread fields yeild much to thee And to thy Citty houses great farmes bee The debtors to thy chest are numerous And golden tables furnish out thy house Yet doe not scorn such as inferiour bee Since other men have greater wealth then thee In Matriniam Epig. 32. Matrinia asks if I can love A woman that is old And such a one I doe approve But thou art dead and cold I can embrace old Hecub's itch Or Niobe all one But not till she 's turnd to a bitch The other to a stone Qualem puellam velit Epig. 33. I 'de rather have the gentile lass But if she be denyd The Libertine shall freely pass And with my fancy side The hand-maid which excels them both Comes in the latest place If that she have in very troth But an ingenious face In Pollam Epig. 42. Cause Polla thou dost strive so fine With paint to smooth thy wrinckled groin Thou daubst thy belly not thy lips to mee And peradventure in simplicitie The smaller fault lyes open freely still That which is hid is thought the greater ill In Lentinum Epig. 43. Lentinus Counterfeits his youth With Periwigs I trow But art thou changd so soon in truth From a Swan to a Crow Thou canst not all the world deceive Proserpine knows thee gray And shee 'le make bold without your leave To take your Cap away Ad Ligurinum Epig. 45. Whether sacred Phaebus fled my Ligurine Thyestes feast I Know not we fly thine Though that thy Table 's rich and nobly spread Yet thy sole talke knocks all th' enjoyment dead I care not for thy Barbles Turbots Plase Thy Oysters nor thy Mushrooms hold thy peace Ad Tongilianum Epig. 52. Thy house two hundred pounds Tongilian cost Which by a frequent chance of fire was lost Thy Brief rose ten times more let me require Was 't not thy plot to set thy house on fire Ad Chloën Epig. 53. I could not freely want thine eyes Thy praised neck and hands and thighs Thy paps thy giblets and thy hips And least I should quite tyre my lips Thy several parts to minde to call Chloë in short I 'de want thee all In Gelliam Epig. 55. Where ere thou comm'st we think Cosmus goes by As from crackd viols spices cast their smel I care not for thy forreign frippery For at this charge my dog shall smell as well In Cinnam Epig. 61. What ere thou askdst Cinna t is nought said by thee If it be nothing nothing I deny thee In Cotilum Epig. 63. Cotilus thou art calld a pretty man I hear but
tell what is that pretty than Hee 's pretty that in order curles his haire Or smells all baulm or Cinnamon most rare That Nile's loose songs or Gaditane doth sing And into various modes his arms doth swing Hee that in crowds of females wasts the day And in their ears has somewhat still to say That reades then writes new letters here and there And nicely leanes not on his neighbor's chair That knowes whom each man loves that runs through feasts Blazons Nirpinus great Grand-Fathers crests What sayst is this thy pretty man this tool He then that 's pretty's but a fribling fool Ad Lauferam Epig. 72. Thou darest be nought yet wilt not bathe wtih mee I know no guilt to ground thy jealousie Either thy ragged brests hang ugly down Or being naked fearst to shew thy own Else thy torn groin gapes with a monstrous slit Or fome prodigious thing hangs over it If none of these thou art a beauteous tool If true thou hast a worse fault th' art a fool In Lupercum Epig. 75. Lupercus now thy has left to stand Yet thou striv'st madly him up to command But scallions and lose rochets nought prevail And heightning meats in operation fayl Thy wealth begins thy pure cheeks to defile So venery provok'd lives but awhile Who can admire enough the wonder 's such That thy not standing stands thee in so much Ad Apicium Epig. 80. Apicius nere complains does no man wrong Yet the voyce goes he has a filthy tongue In Tongilionem Epig. 84. What does thy Strumpet say Tongilion I doe not mean thy wench what then thy tongue De Galla Epig. 90. My Galla will and will not buss My fancy never could By willing and not willing thus Suppose what Galla would In Vetustillam Epig. 93. Thou Vetustill hast liv'd three hundred years Hast but four teeth in all and but three hairs A grashoper's thin waist an emet's thigh A brow more wrinkled then old wives gowns bee Dugs like the webs of spiders and if Nile Should with thy chops compare her Crocodile His jawes would seem but streight the frogs that bee Bred at Ravenna croke better then thee The Adrian gnats sing sweeter birds of night Blinded in morning beames equall thy sight Thou smellst all hee-goat hast a rump as fine As the extream end of a lean duck's chine The bony tout out-vyes th' old Cinnick quite When she the bath-man with extinguish'd light Admits among the bustuary sluts When August brings a winter to thy guts Nor yet can thaw thee with a pestilence After two hundred deaths darest thou commence Bride still and seek a husband in thy dust To raise an itch what though he harrow must A stone who 'le call thee wife or ought that 's so Whom thy last mate call'd grandam long ago And if thou askst thy carkase scratchd to bee Lame Coricles shall make thy bed for thee He that alone becomes thy bridal cheare The burner of dead bodies best can beare A taper at thy nuptials torches can Best enter at the Salli-port of man In Naevolum Epig. 95. Naevolus nere salutes first but replies Which the taught crow himself seldome denies Why dost expect this from mee Naevolus Since thou art not more great nor good then us Both Caesars have rewarded my due praise And me to th' priv'ledg of three sons did raise I 'me read by every mouth known through the town And before death receive my quick renown And this is worth your note I 'me Tribune too And sit where that Oceanus caps you How many by great Caesar's grant are made Free denizons because by me t was prayd The number far exceeds thy family But thou art buggred Naevolus feedst high Now now thou over-comst me sheere thus thus Thou art my betters Salve Naevolus Ad Cerdonem Epig. 99. Why art offended Cerdo with my book Thy life and not thy person 's by me strook Then suffer harmless-wit why is 't not due For me to sport when stabbing's free to you Lib. 4. De Natali Domitiani Epig. 1. THis is great Caesar's day and far above That wherein Ide produced mighty Jove Mayst thou come long and and Nestor's years fullfill And with this or a better face shine still May he adore his Sea-god in rich gold And let his hands great Jove's tree still infold May he enjoy the Serpent-ages long Such as Terentus consecrates in song T is much we ask ye Gods but to us due And since t is Caesar what is much to you Ad Faustinum Epig. 10. Whiles that thy book is new and rough and feares To have its undryed page took by the ears Goe boy present this small gift to my friend He that deserves my toys at the first end Run but yet let the sponge accompanie The book for it becomes each gift from mee Faustinus t is not many blots we say Can mend my merry flashes one blot may In Thaidem Epig. 12. Thais denyes no man If no shame thence spring Yet let this shame thee to deny no-thing De Nuptiis Pudentis Claudiae Epig. 13. Strange Claudia's married to a friend of mine O Hymen be thou ready with thy Pine Thus the rare Cinnamons with the Spicknard joyne And the Thesean sweets with massick wine Nor bettor doe the Elm and Vine embra ce Nor the Lote tree affect the fenny place Nor yet the Myrtles more Love and desire the shore Let a perpetual peace surround thy bed And may their loves with equall fire be fed May she so love him old that to him shee Though old indeed may not seem so to bee De Selio Epig. 21. Selius affirnes there are no gods And that the heavens are voyd And well he proves what he avers Whiles he lives undestroyd De Cleopatra Epig. 22. The virgin danger pass'd the Bride enraged Sweet Cleopatra to be disengaged And scarce mine armes dives in the baths most cleare But the kind waters soon betrayd her there For though thus hid her glories did appeare Like to soft Lillies in a christal grave Or Roses closed in Gemms no cover have With that I div'd and cropd the strugling kisses Ye glittering streames forbad the other blisses Ad Fabianum Epig. 24. Lycoris kills up all his wives apace I would he had my wife in the same chace Ad Hyppodamum Epig. 31. Cause thou desirest to be read and named So in my books as by it to be famed Let me not live the thing much pleases mee And in my lines I would insert thee free But that thy name is so averse to all The Muses which thy Mother did thee call Which nor Melpom'ne nor Poly'mnia may Nor sweet Calliope with Phaebus say Adopt thee then some grateful name to us How wretchedly this sounds Hyppodamus De Ape electro inclusa Epig. 32. Shining and yet shut up in th' amber drop The Bee as clos'd in its own waxe did lye Of all her labours reaping this the crop It 's credible she fancied thus to dye Ad
thee On the death of his Royall Majesty Charles late King of England c. WHat went you out to see a dying King Nay more I fear an Angel suffering But what went you to see A Prophet slain Nay that and more a martyrd Soveraign Peace to that sacred dust Great Sir our fears Have left us nothing but obedient tears To court your hearse in those pious flouds We live the poor remainder of our goods Accept us in these later obsequies The unplundred riches of our hearts and eyes For in these faithful streams and emanations W' are subjects still beyond all Sequestrations Here we cry more than Conquerours malice Murder estates but hearts will still obey These as your glory 's yet above the reach may Of such whose purple lines confusion preach And now Dear Sir vouchsafe us to admire With envey your arrival and that Quire Of Cherubims and Angels that supply'd Our duties at your tryumphs where you ride With full caelestial Iôes and Ovations Rich as the conquest of three ruin'd Nations But 't was the heavenly plot that snath d you hence To crown your soul with that magnificence And bounden rights of honor that poor earth Could only wish and strangle in the birth Such pitied emulation stop'd the blush Of our ambitious shame non-suited us For where souls act beyond mortallity Heaven only can performe that Jubilee We wrastle then no more but bless your day And mourn the anguish of our sad delay That since we cannot add we yet stay here Fettred in clay Yet longing to appear Spectators of your bliss that being shown Once more you may embrace us as your own Where never envy shall devide us more Nor Citty tumults nor the worlds uproar But an eternal hush a quiet peace As without end so still in the increase Shall lull humanity a sleep and bring Us equal subjects to the heavenly King Till when I 'le turn Recusant and forswear All Calvin for there 's Purgatory here An Epitaph STay Passenger Behold and see The widdowed grave of Majestie Why tremblest thou Here 's that will make Alâ— but our stupid souls to shake Here lies entomb'd the sacred dust Of Peace and Piety Right and Just The bloud O startest not thou to hear Of a King 'twixt hope and fear Shedd and hurried hence to bee The miracle of miserie Add the ills that Rome can boast Shrift the world in every coast Mix the fire of earth and seas With humane spleen and practises To puny the records of time By one grand Gygantick crime Then swell it bigger till it squeeze The globe to crooked hams and knees Here 's that shall make it seem to bee But modest Christianitie The Lawgiver amongst his own Sentenc'd by a Law unknown Voted Monarchy to death By the course Plebeian breath The Soveraign of all command Suff'ring by a Common hand A Prince to make the oâ—ium more Offer'd at his very door The head cut off ô death to see 't In obedience to the feet And that by Justice you must know If you have faith to think it so Wee 'le stir no further then this sacred Clay But let it slumber till the Judgment day Of all the Kings on earth 't is not denyed Here lies the first that for Religion died A Survey of the World THe World 's a guilded trifle and the state Of sublunary bliss adulterate Fame but an empty sound a painted noise A wonder that nere looks beyond nine dayes Honour the tennis-ball of fortune Though Men wade to it in bloud and overthrow Which like a box of dice uneven dance Sometimes 't is one 's somtimes another's chance Wealth but the hugg'd consumption of that heart That travailes Sea Land for his own smart Pleasure a courtly madness a conceipt That smiles and tickles without worth or weight Whose scatter'd reck'ning when 't is to be paid Is but repentance lavishly in-layd The world fame honour wealth pleasure then Are the fair wrack and Gemonies of men Ask but thy Carnall heart if thou shouldst bee Sole Monarch of the worlds great familie If with the Macedonian Youth there would Not be a corner still reserv'd that could Another earth contain If so What is That poor insatiate thing she may call bliss Question the loaden Gallantry asleep What profit now their Lawrels in the deep Of death's oblivion What their Triumph was More than the moment it did prance pass If then applause move by the vulgar crye Fame 's but a glorious uncertainty Awake Sejanus Strafford Buckingham Charge the fond favourites of greatest name What faith is in a Prince's smile what joy In th' high Grand Concilio le Roy Nay Caesar's self that march'd his Honour s through The bowels of all Kingdoms made them bow Low to the stirrop of his will and vote What safety to their Master's life they brought When in the Senate in his highest pride By two and thirty wounds he fell and dyed If Height be then most subjected to fate Honour 's the day-spring of a greater hate Now ask the Grov'ling soul that makes his gold His Idol his Diana what a cold Account of happiness can here arise From that ingluvious surfet of his eys How the whole man 's inslaved to a lean dearth Of all enjoyment for a little earth How like Prometheus he doth still repair His growing heart to feed the Vultur care Or like a Spider's envious designes Drawing the threds of death from her own loines Tort'ring his entrails with thoughts of to morrow To keep that masse with grief he gain'd with sorrow If to the clincking pastime in his ears He add the Orphanes cries and widdows tears The musick 's far from sweet and if you sound him Truly they leave him sadder than they found him Now touch the Dallying Gallant he that lyes Angling for babies in his Mistris eyes Thinks there 's no heaven like a bale of dyce Six Horses and a Coach with a device A cast of Lacquyes and a Lady-bird An Oath in fashion and a guilded Sword Can smoak Tobacco with a face in frame And speak perhaps a line of sense to th' same Can sleep a Sabboath over in his bed Or if his play book 's there will stoop to read Can kiss its hand and congey a la mode And when the night's approaching bolt abroad Unless his Honour's worship's rent's not come So he fals sick and swears the Carrier home Else if his rare devotion swell so high To waste an hour-glasse on divinity T is but to make the church his stage thereby To blaze the Taylor in his ribaldry Ask but the Jay when his distress shall fall Like an arm'd man upon him where are all The rose-buds of his youth those atick toyes Wherein hee sported out his pretious dayes What comfort he collects from Hawk or Hound Or if amongst his looser hours he found One of a thousand to redeem that time Perish'd and lost for ever in his prime Or if he dream'd of an
be Or will the chambers of death honour thee Thy call is not a summons to the Bar Of Justice but a throne where mercies are Like flowing balm To mitigate and calm The tumult of a rageing conscience Whose pricking bitter ecchoing sense Holds out a flag of death whose motto runs No hope no peace no such rebellious Sons But Lord thy sweeter promise is the ground We lean build upon canst thou be found Lesse than thy self A ship-destroying shelf No though an Angel from thine Altar swear My sins unpardonable are My crimes so great cannot forgiven bee Yet Lord I come yet Lord I trust in thee O then accept my Heavy laden Soul Crush'd with the burden of her sins so foul She dares not brook Once up to look But drown'd in tears presumes to come on board And for this once to take thy word If I at last prove ship-wrack'd for my pain I 'le never venture soul more so again A Sing-song on Clarinda's Wedding NOw that Love's Holiday is come And Madg the Maid hath swept the room And trimm'd her spit and pot A wake my merry Muse and sing The Revells and that other thing That must not be forgot As the gray morning dawn'd t is sed Clarinda broke out of her bed Like Cynthia in her pride Where all the Maiden Lights that were Compriz'd w ithin our Hemisphaere Attended at her side But wot you then with much a doe They dress'd the Bride from top to toe And brought her from her chamber Deck'd in her robes and garments gay More sumptuous than the live-long-day Or Stars enshrin'd in Amber The sparkling bullose of her eyes Like two ecclipsed Suns did rise Beneath her christal brow To shew like those strange accidents Some suddain changable events Were like to hap below Her cheeks bestreak'd with white and red Like pretty tell-tales of the bed Presag'd the blustring night With his encricling armes and shade Resolv'd to swallow and invade And skreen her virgin light Her lips those threds of scarlet dye Wherein Love's charmes and quiver lye Legions of sweets did crown Which smilingly did seem to say O crop me crop me whiles you may A non th' are not mine own Her Breasts those melting Alps of snow On whose fair hills in open shew The God of Love lay napping Like swelling Buts of lively Wine Upon their ivory stells did shine To wait the lucky tapping Her waste that slender type of man Was but a small and single span Yet I dare safely swear He that whole thousands has in fee Would forfeit all so he might bee Lord of the Mannor there But now before I passe the line Pray Reader give me leave to dine And pause here in the midle The Bridegroom and the Parson knock With all the Hymeneall flock The Plum-cake and the Fidle When as the Priest Clarinda sees He stared as 't had bin half his fees To gaze upon her face And if the spirit did not move His continence was far above Each sinner in the place With mickle stir he joyn'd their hands And hamp'red them in marriage bands As fast as fast might bee Where still me thinks me thinks I hear That secret sigh in every eare Once love remember mee Which done the Cook he knock'd amain And up the dishes in a train Come smoaking two and two With that they wip'd their mouths and sate Some fell to quaffing some to prate Ay marry and welcome too In pay'â—s they thus impal'd the meat Roger and Marget and Thomas and Kate Rafe and Bess Andrew and Maudlin And Valentine eke with Sybell so sweet Whose cheeks on each side of her snuffers did meet As round and as plump as a codling When at the last they had fetched their freez And mired their stomacks quite up to yâ— knees In claret for and good chear Then then began the merry din For as it was thought they were all on the pin O what kissing and clipping was there But as luck would have it the Parson said grace And to frisking dancing they shuffled apace Each Lad took his Lass by the fist And when he had squeez'd her and gaum'd her untill The fat of her face ran down like a mill He toll'd for the rest of the grist In sweat and in dust having wasted the day They enter'd upon the last act of the play The Bride to her bed was convey'd Where knee deep each hand fell downe to the ground And in seeking the Garter much pleasure was found 'T would have made a man's arm have stray'd This clutter ore Clarinda lay Half bedded like the peeping day Behind Olimpus cap Whiles at her head each twittring Girle The fatal stocking quick did whirle To know the lucky hap The Bridegroom in at last did rustle All dissap-pointed in the bustle The Maidens had shav'd his breeches But let him not complain t is well In such a storm I can you tell He save'd his other stitches And now he bounc'd into the bed Even just as if a man had said Fair Lady have at all Where twisted at the hug they lay Like Venus and the sprightly Boy O who would fear the fall Thus both with love's sweet tapers fired And thousand balmy kisses tyred They could nor wait the rest But out the folk and candles fled And to 't they went but what they did There lyes the cream of the jest On the much to be lamented Death of that gallant Antiquary and great Master both of Law and Learning John Selden Esquire Epicedium Elegiacum THus sets th' Olimpian Regent of the day Laden with honour after a full survey Of the deep works of nature to return With greater lustre from his watery urne Thus leans the aged Cedar to the rage Of tempests which the grove for many an age Hath grac'd yet yields to be traÌ„spaÌ„lted thence T' adorn the nobler Palace of his Prince Thus droops the world after a smiling May And June of pride into a withering day And hoary winter season to appear More lovely in the buds of a fresh year Then boast not Time in the eclipsed light Of Selden's lower orbes whiles the high flight Of his enthroned Soul looks down on thee With scorn as an ungrateful enemie For in his death thou sport'st with thy own dust Whiles with his ashes thy poor glories rust Mention no more thy Acts of old nor those Grand ruines rich in thy proud overthrowes In him th' hast lost thy Titles and thy name Who dyed the Register of time and fame He was that brave Recorder of the world When age mischief had conspir'd hurl'd Vast kingdoÌ„s into shatter'd heaps who could Redeem them from their vaults of dust and mould Then raise a monument of honour to That restor'd life which death could nere undoe Such was the fal of this Tenth worthy then This Magazine of earth and heaven and men He whereas others to their ashes creep Those common elements of all that sleep Dissolv'd like some huge Vatican from