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Epigrams diuine and morall. By Edvv. May, Gent
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May, Edward, Gent.
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1633
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STC 17708; ESTC S109945
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EPIGRAMS DIVINE AND MORALL By EDVV. MAY Gent. Non illum praemia tant um quam labor ipse juvat Claudian De Laudib us Stiliconis Lib. 3. LONDON Printed by I. B. for Iohn Groue and are to be sold at his Shop in Chancery-Lane neere the Rowles ouer against the Suppery-Office 1633. EPIGRAMS DIVINE AND MORALL 1 On Christ and the Virgin Mary A Virgin pure a Mother to become That Mother still a virgin to remaine Wonder it selfe at this is strucken dumbe VVhich our beleefe makes manifest and plaine Nay more the Father came from daughters womb And the Creator say i' th' creatures tombe 2 On Adam * Eve * and Christ * COme hither Oedipus for I thee summon A man is brought forth with out man or womaÌ„ And three and thirty yeeres then reckon can * A woman without woman out of man * A childe without a Man borne of a Maid * Tell me how this may be truth I have said 3 On Iosephs begging of Christs body of Pilot. A Guift there was a good man did crave it More worth theÌ„ al the world a bad maÌ„ gaue it 4 On Christ IF e're the midst were good my soule beleeves T was then when Christ was hang'd betwixt two theeves 5 On Christ THere is a thing the strengest e're was knowne VVhich is it selfe the Temple Priest Stone Or Altar and the offering likewise And he to whom was done the sacrifice 6 De eadem VVHat might he be that never had a Brother And was a great deale elder then his Mother 7 De eadem THe wound that Adam did by eating give Christ cur'd by dying through whom we live 8 De eadem VVHo dies in Christ eternally shall live Who lives in him him death no death caÌ„ give Where Christ is present death away shal fly For then we live when here we seem to dye 9 On Lazarus KNow Reader underneath this stone there lyes He that was borne but once and dyed twice 10 Of Abraham SInce when we dye our bodies loose their breath What man was he that spake after his death 11 On Christs Crosse OF Cypresse Pine and Cedar was that Crosse By which the world most gain'd yet was it losse For there to give us life Christ lost his breath The Câ—presse being an embleme of his death The Cedar of his Immortality The navigable Pine did signifie That death had lesser power to weigh downe His God-head then the water that to drowne 12 To Hipocrisie CAn Gyant greatnesse cover guilt it may And painting hide and trim deformed clay But draw thoâ—e curtaines and there will be found A rotten poast a conscience most unsound 13 De eadem A Candle is most like an Hâ—pocrite That vnto others gives a glorious light But wasts himselfe unto the â—ockets snout There stinkes is smelt and so is trodden out 14 De eadem AS Venison in a poore mans kitching's rare So Hypocrites and Vsurers in heaven are 15 On an Hypocrite T Is said that every Hypocrit commands The voyce of Iacob Esaus â—eaâ— and hands And like the cursed fig-tree seeme to flourish But with leaues only and no fruit does nourish 16 To the Proud LEt him whose vast ambition strives to reare His altitude of thoughts above the spheare Measure his shadow and hel 'e finde no more Is added to the length it had before 17 On Mortality THose dayes we had are past and gon Of those to come we are not sure Our present time we thinke not on How can so fine a thred endure Happie art thou that relyst In that short minute on thy Christ 18 A caveat LEt these three things be in thy heart inrold That there 's an Eye above does all behold An Eare that no word can be kept from it And last a Booke where all our faults be writ For he which oftentimes remembers this Shall seldome speake or thinke or doe amisse 19 All 's vanitie FOr every day i' th' yeare we have a veine And each thing in our eye or eare is vaine For every harvest eare a thought we faine As mutable how e're as is a phaine 20 Saint Anselmes memento on the last day REmember this thou ashes dust and clay What will thy faultring tongue have then to say When at thy right hand sins accusing be And at thy left Devils expecting thee Beneath thee hell belching continuall fire Above thee a iust Iudge incensd to Iâ—e Within thee thy bad conscience weake and lame Without thee all the world of one bright flame Where as the iust shall only saved be Whence it will be impossible to flee Though to remaine most grevious then alas Prevent in time what time will bring to passe 21 So learne as if thou never shouldst decay So live as if thou wert to dye to day Looke up to Heaven count that thy friend Despise the world respect thy end 22 On a Toade ONe that was walking in a sunshine day Seeinâ— an uglie Toade lie in the way Fell passionately a weeping his friend by Enquir'd the cause he sadly made reply How that the sight of that same loathsome thing Did to his conscience the remembrance bring Of his ingratitude to God that he Had never given thankes for th'exellencie Of his creation being made and fram'd Like his owne image by his breath inflam'd When he being in the Potters hands as clay Within his power instructable it lay To fashion and bestow on him the feature Of that sâ—me Toade even the most deformedst creature Thus basest things heaven makes an instrument To humble those are willing to repent 23 To the Adulterer HE that does breake his holy wedlock band But tâ—â—s anothers ground and plowes the sand Leaving his owne field unmanured if then He findes sâ—ed sowne there may thanke other men 24 On Death A Thousand waies we dye though borne but one As mame strange diseases there are knowne Thus divers paths death on vs makes his stealth And to resist him we have but one health 25 On Sinne. HVge frames buildings of a poÌ„derous weight The earth can beare with a digested freight And all but sinne that all things doth excell It weighes downe to the deepe abisse of hell 26 On Iustice FOure things true Iustice never will come neere The which are fat gifts favour hatred feare 27 Of men tunes TO these two pronounes all things stil are tide For Mens tunes doe the world divide Yet be thou Craesus rich I Codrus poore Not worth a mite compared to thy store The time shall come I truly doe divine When naught shall differ betwixt mine and thine 28 To Superbus HVge frames and lofty buildings thou dost raise Vnto the clouds to win the worldly praise Thy corne and oyle increaseth and thy rent Thou dost receive in state to thee are sent Rich gifts and presents and Superbus crave Kindred of thee no want of friends canst have Rich syndon Syrian silkes and ungvents rare Deck up thy bodie and perfume thy haire The Swannes of silent