never sell 'em at 110 To Lycus That poetry is good and pleasing thou dost cry Yet know'st not when 't is right or when awry Thou know'st great Ovid's censure to abstaine From pleasing good is vertue 's chiefest aime 111 On Charismus Thou hast compos'd a book which neither age Nor future time shall hurt through all their rage For how can future times or age invade That work which perished assoone as made 112 Of one praising my book Harpax doth praise my book I lately writ Saith it is short and sweet and full of wit I knew his drift and sayd be silent 'pray For in good fayth I 've given 'em all away 113 Facilis discensus averni The way to hell is easie th' other day A blind man â—hither quickly found the way 114 Age and Youth Admire not youth despise not age although Some yong are grave most old men children grow 115 On Orus Orus sold wine and then Tobacco now He Aqua-vitae doth his friends allow What ere he had is sold to save his life And now turn'd Pander he doth sell his wife 116 On Women Women are books and men the readers be In whom oft times they great Errata's see Here sometimes wee a blot there wee espy A leafe misplac'd at least a line awry If they are books I wish that my wife were An Almanacke to change her every yeare 117 On Acerra Tobacco hurts the braine phisicians say Doth dull the wit and memory decay Yet feare not thou Acerra for 't will ne'r Hurt thee so much by use as by thy feare 118 On Briso Who private lives lives well no wonder then You do absent you from the sight of men For out of doores you neer by day appeare Since last you lost i' th pillâ—ry your eare 119 On the King of 〈◊〉 picture Who but the halfe of this neat picture drew That it could ne're be fully done well knew 120 To his Mistris Hyperbole of worth should wit suggest My will with Epithites and I invest That shrine but with deserved paraphrase Adulatory poetry would praise And so but staine your woâ—th your vertues or Else none at all shall be my orator 121 B. I. answer to a thiefe bidding him stand Fly villaine hence or be thy coate of steele I le make thy heart my â—razen bâ—llet feele And send that thrice as thievish soul of thine To hell to weare the Devils Vâ—lentine 122 The Theefe 's â—eplie Art thou great Ben or the revived ghost Of famous Shake-spear or som drunken host Who being tipfie with thy muddy beer Dost think thy rimes shall daunt my soul with fear Nay know base slave that I am one of those Can take a purse a swell in verse as prose And when th' art dead write this upon thy herse Here lies a Poet that was robb'd in verse 123 Vpon Clarinda begging a lock of her lovers haire Fairest Clarinda she whom truth cals faire Begg'd my heart of mee and a lock of haire Should I give both said I how should I live The lock I would the heart I would not give For that lestâ—heeving love should steal away Discretion had lock'd up and kept the key As for the locke of haire which lovers use My head laid on her knee I pray'd her chuse Taking her â—izars by a cunniâ—g art First pick'd the lock and then she stole my heart 124 To his Mistris Dearest thy twin'd haires are not threds of gold Nor thine eyes diamonds nor do I hold Thy lips for rubies nor thy cheeks to bee Fresh roses nor thy dugs of Ivory The skin that doth thy dainty body sheath Nor Alablaster is nor dost thou breath Arabian odours these the earth brings forth Compar'd with thine they would impair thy worth Such then are other mistrisses but mine Hath nothing earth but all divine 125 The Answer If earth doth never change nor move There 's nought of earth sure in thy love Sith heavenly bodies with each one Concur in generation And wanting gravitie are light Or in a borrowed lustre bright If meteors and each falling star Of heavenly matter framed are Earth hath my mistrisse but sure thine All heavenly is though not divine 126 On his Mrs. I saw faire Flora take the aire When Pâ—aehus shin'd and it was faire The heavens to allay the heat Sent drops of raine which gently beat The sun retires asham'd to see That he was barr'd from kissing thee Then Bore as took such high disdaine That soon he dri'd those drops again Ah cunning plot and most â—ivine Thus to mix his breath with thine 127 On an houre glasse Do thou consider this small dust Here running in this glasse By atomes mov'd Caâ—st thou beleeve that this the body was Of one that lov'd And in his Mistrisse playing like a fly Turn'd to cinders by her eye Yes and in death as life have it expreâ—t That lovers ashes take no rest 128 On the picture of Cupid in a jewell worn by his Mrs. on her brest Little Cupid enter in and heat Her heart her brest is not thy seat Her brests are fitted to entice Lovers but her heart's ofice Thaw Cupid that it hence forth grow Tender still by answering no. 129 On his Mistris When first I saw thee thou didst sweetly play The gentle theefe and stol'st my heart away Renâ—er me mine againe or leave thy own Two are too much for thee since I have none But if thou wilt not I will swear thou art A sweet-fac'd creature with a double heart 130 On Cupid Cupid hath by his sly and subtill art A certaine arrow shot and peirc't my heart What shall I doe to be reveng'd on love There is but one way and that one I 'le prove I 'le steale his arrowes and will head them new With womens hearts and then they will fly true 131 On a Tobacconist All dainty meats I do defie Which feed men fat as swine Hee is a frug all man indeed That on a leafe can dine He needs no napkin for his hands His fingers ends to wipe That keeps his kitchin in a box And roast 〈◊〉 in a pipe 132 On the same If mans flesh be like swines as it is said The metamorphosis is sooner made Then full-fac'd Gnatho no tobacco take Smoaking your corps lest bacon you do make 133 Another Tom I commend thee above all I know That sold'â—t thy cushion for a pipe of To For now t is like if ere thou study more Thou 'lt sit to 't harder then thou dist before 124 On Tobacco Nature's Idea phisicks rare perfection Cold rheumes expeller and the wits direction O had the gods known thy immortall smack The heavens ere this time had been colored black 135 On a beloved lye I hate a lie and yet a lye did run Of noble Goring's death and Kensington And for that they did not untimely dye I love a lye because that was a ly For had it been an accident of ruth 'T had made me grow in hatred of the truth
so sore He rank Recusant comes to Church no more 175 On two striving together Two falling out into a ditch they fell Their falling out was ill but in was well 176 On Musique I want a quill out of an Angels wing To write sweet musike's everlasting praise I likewise want an Angels voice to sing A wished anâ—hem to her happy dayes Then since I want an angels voice and pen Let angels write and sing I 'le say amen 177 On Tobacco Times great consumer cause of idlenes Old whorehouse hunter cause of drunkennes Bewitching smoake vainest wealths consumer Abuse of wit stinking breath's perfumer Cause of entrailes blacknes bodyes dyer Cause of nature's slacknesse quenching her fire Offence to many bringing good to none Ev'n be thou hack'd till thou art burnt and gone 178 Claudianus de Sphaerâ—a Archimedis When Iove within a little glasse survay'd The heavens he smil'd and to the Gods thus sayd Can strength of mortall wit proceed thus far Loe in a fraile orbe my works mated are Hither the Syracuâ—ians art translates Heavens form the course of things and humane fates Th' including spirit serving the star-deck'd signes The living work inconstant motion windes Th' adult ' rate zodiaque runs a naturall yeere And Cyntsias forg'd horns monethly new light bear Viewing her own world now bold industry Triumphs and rules with humane power the sky 179 On Caelia In Caelia's face a question did arise Which were more beautifull her lips or eyes We say the eyes send forth those pointed darts Which pierce the hardest adamantine hearts From us reply the lips proceed those blisses Which lovers reap by kind words and sweet kisses Then wept the eyes and from their eyes did pow'r Of liquid Orientall pearle a shower Whereat the lips mov'd with delight and pleasure Through a sweet smile â—â—lock'd their I vory treasure And bad love judge whether did ad more grace Weeping or smiling pearls to Câ—lia's face 180 On Chloris walking in the snow I saw faire Chloris walke alone When feather'd raine came softly down Then Iove descended from â—is Tower To court her in a silver shower The wanton snow flew to her brest Like little birds into their nest But overcome with whitenes there For greiâ—e it thaw'd into a teare Then falling down her garment hâ—m To deck her froze into a gem 181 To a Shoomaker What bootes it thee to follow such a trade That 's alwaies under foot and underlaid 112 Youth and Age. Age is deformed youth unkind Wee scorn their bodies they our mind 183 To Loquax Loquâ—x to hold thy tongue would do thee wrong For thou would ' st be no man but for thy tongue 184 Death The lives of men seem in two seas to swim Death comes to young folks and old goe to him 185 A disparity Children fondly blad truth fools their brothers Women have learn'd more wisdom of their mothers 186. To Mak dict Thou speake st ill not to give men their dues But speakestill because thou canst not chuse 187 Womens propertiâ—s To weep oft still to flatter sometimes spin Are properties women excell men in 188 Interpone tuis c. Not mirth nor care alone but inter-wreathed Care gets mirth stomacke mirâ—h makes care long breathed 189 Womens teares When women weep in their dissembling art Their teares are sauce to their malicious heart 190 Pot-Poets Poet and pot differ but in a letter Which makes the Poet love the pot the better 191 Content Content is all we ayme at with our store If that be had with little what needs more 192 Fast and loose Paphus was marry'd all in haste And now to rack doth run So knitting of himself too fast He hath himself undone 193 On Gervase A double gelding Gervase did provide That he and 's wife to see their friends might ride And he a double gelding prov'd indeed For he so suddenly fell to his speed That both alight with blows and threats among He leads him and his wife drives him along 194 Tortus Tortus accus'd to lye to fawn to flatter Said he but set a good face on the matter Then sure he borrow'd it for 't is well known Tortus ne're wore a good face of his own 195 ANNAGRAMS Thomâ—s Egerton 1 anagr. Honors met age Honors met age and seeking where to rest Agreed to lodge and harbour in thy brest 196 On Captâ—ine Iohn Came-age 2 anagr. Age-came When perils I by land and sea had past Age came to summon me to death at last 197 Christopher Lindall 3 anagr. I offer lend Christ all Thaâ— with this Epigram thy deeds agree They well know that did ever well know thee 198 Iohn Rysdon 4 anagr. In honors dy Thy actions friend declare thy noble mind And to the world thy reall worth proclaime That fame her self cannot thy equall find To paralell thy glory and thy name On onward still from no good action fly Who lives like thee cann't but in honors dy 199 On the same I ne're will credit any powerfull fare Can turn thy glory to a waning state Thou â—till wilt be thy self therefore say I In honors thou shalt live but never dy 200 Phineas Fletcher 5 anagr. Hath Spencer life Or Spencer hath life That Spencer liveth none can ignorant be That reads his works Fletcher or knoweth thee 201 Mrs. Elizabeth Noell 6 anagr. holinesse be still my star The safest conduct to the port of blisse Lyes not in brittle honor for by this We often loose our way to shun this bar To heaven holines be still my star 202. My lot is blisse â—ternall The world 's a lottry full of various chances Whereof each draws a share as fortune fancies Among the rest that ayme at things supernall I 've drawn and find my lot is blisse eternall 203 I shall smite no ill brest The common way to wound mens hearts I shun Nor with meere outside am I to be won Vertue may move me for it crowns the best But I shall smite no ill or lustfull brest 204 My blisse on earth's little Honors are faire but fading flowers which give Delight to those that gather them but live Not ever flowrishing this truth I find Too truely in my selfe by fate assign'd For having all I see that all 's but but brittle And even at best my blisse on earth 's but little 205 See my heart is still noble Thongh fortune frowns and fate suppres my will Yet see the lucke my heart is noble still 206 A riddle Thoughts Searching c Valued Love may B Truth never tyes Too A foole y y If have part WR 207 Another being a translation Est aliis servire tenetur Iure qui sum servire necesse est Iure tibi me Te nulli cunctos ant are videris Qui cunctos bos laude ant fero cunctis Thus Englished ling bound to serve his Mr's hands An is you bound to do your high commandâ— I 'me and None's you you all are then I 'le you praise other
47. On a Scholler Forbeare friend t' unclaspe this booke Onely in the fore-front looke For in it have errours bin Which made th' authour call it in Yet know this 't shall have more worth At the second comming forth 48. On a young woman The body which within this earth is laid Twice sixe weekes knew a wife a saint a maid Fair maid chast wif pure saint yet 't is not strange She was a woman therefore pleas'd to change And now shee 's dead some woman doth remaine For still she hopes onâ—e to be chang'd againe 49. On Brawne Here Brâ—wne the quondam begger lyes Who counted by his tale Full sixscore winters in his life Such vertue is in ale Ale was his meate ale was his drinke Ale did him long reprive And could he still have drunke his ale He had beene still alive 50. On a lyar Good passenger here lyes one here That living did lie every where 51. On a Dyer He lives with God none can deny That while he liv'd to th' world did dye 52. On a Candle Here lyes I wot a little star That did belong to Jupiter Which from him Prometheus stole And with it a fire-coale Or this is that I meane to handle Here doth lie a farthing-candle That was lovâ—d well having it's light But losing that now bids good-night 53. Another Here lyes the chandlers chiefest say Here lyes the schollers pale-fac'd boy Having nought else but skin and bone Dy'd of a deepe consumption 54. On M. R. Who soonest dyes lives long enough Our life is but a blast or puffe I did resist and strive with death But soone he put me out of breath He of my life thought to bereave me But I did yeeld onely to breathe me O're him I shall in triumph sing Thy conquest grave where is thy sting 55. On an Inne-keeper It is not I that dye I doe but leave an Inne Where harbour'd was with me all filthy kind of sin It is not I that dye I doe but now begin Into eternall joy by faith to enter in Why weepe you then my friends my parents my kin Lament ye wheÌ„ I lose but weep not when I win 56. On Hobson the Carrier Whom seeke ye sirs Old Hobson fye upâ—n Your tardinesse the carrier is gone Why stare you so nay you deserve to faile Alas here 's naught but his old rotten maile Her went a good-while since no question store Are glad who vext he would not goe before And some are grieu'd hee 's gone so soone away The Lord knowes why he did no longer stay How could he please you all I 'm sure of this He linger'd soundly howsoe're you misse But gone he is nor was he surely well At his departure as mischance befell For he is gone in such unwonted kinde As ne're before his goods all left behinde 57. On Bolus If gentlenesse could tame the fates or wit Delude them Bolus had not dyed yet But one that death o're rules in judgement sits And saies ouâ— sins are stronger than our witts 58. On Iuggler Death came to see thy trickes and cut in twaine Thy thread why did'st not make it whole againe 59. On a Child A child and dead alas how could it come Surely thy thread of life was but a thrumme 60. On a Clowne Softly tread this earth upon For here lyes our Corydon Who through care to save his sheepe Watcht too much oh let him sleepe 60. On Queene Anne Thee to invite the great God sent his star Whose friends kinsmen mightie Princes are For though they run the race of men and dye Death serves but to refine their majesty So did the Queen from hence her court remove And left the earth to be enthron'd above Thus is she chang'd not dead no good Prince dyes But like the day-star onely sets to rise 62. On Sir Horatio Palavozeene Here lyes Sir Horatio Palavozeene Who robb'd the Pope to pay the Queene And was a theife A theife thou ly'st For why he robo'd but Antichrist Him death with his beesome sweept from Babram Into the bosome of old Abraham But then came Hercules with his club And struck him downe to Belzebub 63. On an onely child Here lyes the fathers hope the mothers joy Though they seeme haplesse happy was the boy Who of this life the long and tedious race Hath travell'd out in lesse then 2 moneth 's space Oh happie soule to whom such grace was given To make so short a voyage backe to heaven As here a name christendome t' obtaine And to his maker then returne againâ— 64. Another As carefull nurses on their beds doe lay Their babes which would too long the wantons play So to prevent my youth's ensuing crimes Nature my nurse laid me to bed betimes 65. On a Muâ—â—tian Be not offended at our sad complaint You quire of Angels that have gain'd a Saint Where all perfection met in skill and voice We mourne our losse but yet commend your choyce 66. On Prince Henry Did he dye young oh no it could not be For I know few that liv'd so long as he Till God and all men lov'd him then be bold The man that lives so long must needs be old 67. On a Cobler Come hither reade my gentle friend And here behold a cobler's end Longer in length his life had gone But that he had no laste so long O mighty death whose dart can kill The man that made him soules at will 68. On Master Doe Do is my name and here I lye My Grammar tells me Do fit Di. 69. On a Gard'ner Could hee forget his death that ev'ry houre Was emblem'd to it by the fading flowre Should hee not mind his end yes sure he must That still was conversant 'mong beds of dust 70. On Edmund Spencer poet laureat He was and is see then where lyes the odâ—s Once god of Poets Poet now to th' gods And though his time of life be gone about The life of his lines never shall weare out 71. Ou Taylour a Sergeant kill'd by a Horse A Taylour is a thiefe a Sergeant is worse Who here lyes dead god-a-mercy horse 71. On Sir Francis Drake drowned Where Drake first found there last he lost his fame And for his tombe left nothing but his name His body 's buried under some great wave The sea that was his glory is his grave Of him no man true Epitaph can make For who can say here lies Sir Francis Drake 73. On a Drunkard Byâ—ax the drunkard while he liv'd would say The more I drinke the more me think 's I may But see how death haâ—h prov'd his saying just For he hath drunke himselfe as dry as dust 74. On a Child Tread softly passenger for here doth lye A dainty Jewell of sweet infancie A harmelesse babe that onely came cry'd In baptisme to bee washt from sin and dy'd 75. Another In this marble-casket lyes A matchlesse jewell of rich prize Whom nature in the worlds disdaine But shew'd and
dare Not trust or creditt common ayre But dye and lye entombed here By me I 'le whisper in thine eare Such things as onely dust to dust And without witnesse may entrust 14. On Sir Walter Rawleygh If spite be pleas'd when as her object 's dead Or Malice pleas'd when it hath bruiz'd the head Or envie pleas'd when it hath what it would Then all are pleas'd for Rawleyh's blood is cold Which were it warme active would o'recome And strike the two first blind the other dumbe 105. On Doctour Hacket's wife Drop mournful eyes your pearly trick'ling teares Flow streames of sadnesse drowne the spangled spheares Fall like the tumbling cataracts of Nile Make deafe the world with cries let not a smile Appeare let not an eye be seene to sleepe Nor slumber onely let them serve to weepe Her deare lamented death who in her life Was a religious loyaâ—l loving wife Of children tender to an husband kinde Th' undoubted symptoms of a vertuous minde Which mak's her glorious bove the highest pole Where Angels sing sweet Requicins to her soule Shee liv'd a none-such did a non-such dye Neere Non-such here her corpes interred lye 107. On Waddham Colledge-Butler Man's life is like a new turn'd caske they say The fore-most draught is most times cast awâ—y Such are our younger yeares the following still Are more and more inclining unto ill Such is our man-hood untill age at length Doth sowre it's sweetnes doth stop it's streÌ„gth Then death prescribing to each thing it's 〈◊〉 Takes what is left and tuâ—nes it all to grounds 107. On a Horse Here lyes a Horse who dyed but To make his master goe on foot A miracle should it be so The dead to make the lame to goe Yet fate would have it that the â—ame Should make him goe that made him lame 108. On Aratyne Here biting Aretyne lyes buried With gall more bitter never man was fed The living nor the dead to carpe he spar'de Nor yet for any King or Caesar car'd Onely on God to rayle he had forgot His answer was indeed I know him not 109. On William Coale an Ale-house-keeper at Coaton neere Cambridgâ— Doth William Coale lye here heÌ„ceforth be stale Be strong laugh on us thou Coaton ale Living indeed he with his violent hand Never left grasping thee while he could stand But death at last hath with his fiery flashes Burnt up the Coale and turn'd it into ashes 110. On one Andrew Leygh who was vext with a shrewd wife in his life-time Here lyes Leygh who vext with a shrewd wife To gaine his quiet parted with his life But see the spight she that had alwaies crost Him living dyes mean's to haunte his Ghost But she may faile for Andrew out of doubt Will cause his brother Peter shutt her out 111. On Richard Burbage a famous Actour Exit Burbage 112. On an Infant unborne the Mother dying in travell The Father digg'd a pit and in it left Part of himselfe interr'd that soone bereft The Mother of the gift she gave life so Both now are buried in one tombe of woe 'T is strange the mother should a being give And not have liberty to make it live 'T was strange that the child blindfold espi'd So quick and neere a way to parricide Yet both are justly question'd child and Motheâ— Are guilty of the killing of each other Not with an ill intent both did desire Preserves for life and not a funerall fire And yet they needs must dye 't was thought best To keepe the infant in the mother's chest It had both life and death from her the wombe In which it was begot became the tombe There was some marble sav'd because in her The wombe that bare it was a sepulcher Whose Epitaphs are these here lyes a child that shall Be free from all sins but originall Here lyes a pittied mother that did dye Onely to beare her poore child companie 113. In quendam Stay mortall stay remove not from this tombe Before thou hast consider'd well thy dombe My bow stands ready bent couldâ—st it see Mine arrow 's drawne to head and aymes at thee Prepare yet wandring ghost take home this line The grave that next is op'ned may be thine 114. On Sir Philip Syâ—ney Reader Within this ground sir Philip Sydney lyes Nor is it fit that more I should acquaint Least superstition rise And men adore A Lover Scholler Souldier a Saint 115. Vpon Iohn Crop who dyed by taking a vomit Man's life 's a game at tables and he may Mend his bad fortune by his wiser play Death plaâ—'s against us each disease and sore Are blotts if hit the danger is the more To lose the the game but an old stander by Bind's up the blotts and cures the malady And so prolongs the game John Crop was hee Death in a rage did challenge for to see His play the dice are throwne when first he drink 's Cast's makes a blott death hits him with a Synke He cast's againe but all in vaine for death By th' after-game did winne the prize his breath What though his skill was good his luck was bad For never mortall man worse casting had But did not death play false to wâ—nne from such As he no doubt he bare a man too much 116. On Q Elizabeth King's Queens Men's Virgin 's eyes See where the Mirrour lyes In whom her friend's have â—eene A Kings state in a Queene In whom her foes survay'd A man's heart in a Mayde Whom least men for her piety Should grow to thinke some diety Heaven hence by death did summon Her to shew she was a woman 117. On a vertuous youth Reader let a stone thee tell That in this body there did dwell A soule as heavenly rich and good As e're could live in flesh and blood And therefore heav'n that held it deare Did let it stay the lesse while here Whose corps here sacred ashes mak's Thus heav'n and earth have parted stakes 118. On a learned Noble man Hee that can reade a sigh and spell a teare Pronounce amaze-ment or accent wilde feare Or get all greiâ—e by heart hee onely hee Is fit to write or reade thy Elegye Unvalued Lord that wer 't so hard a Text Reade in one age and understood i' th' next 119. On a Lady Finis and Bonum are converted so That ev'ry good thing to an end must goe 120. On Mr. Mychael Drayton buried in Westminster Admarmor Tumulj Doe pious Marble let thy Readers know What they and what their children owe To Drayton's sacred name whose â—ust We recommend unto thy trust Protect his memory preserve his story And a lasting monument of his glory And when thy ruines shall disclaime To be the Treasury of his name His name which cannot fade shall bee An everlasting monument to thee 121. On a Faulconer Death with her talons having seas'd this prey After a tedious flight truss'd him away We mark'd him here he fell whence he shall rise
this monstrous birth abortive be Or else I will shake hands with poetrie 497 A Serving man One to a Serving man this councell sent To get a Master that 's intelligent Then if of him no wages he could get Yet he would understand he 's in his debt 498 Two Theeves Two Theeves by night began a lock to pick One in the house awake thus answer'd quick Why how now what a stir you there do keep Goe home again we are not yet asleep 499 A Physitian and a Farrier A neate Physitian for a Farrier sends To dresse his horse promising him amends Nay quoth the Farrier amends is made For nothing do we take of our own trade 500 A poore Peasant A poore man being sent for to the King Began to covet much a certaine thing Before he went being but an Iron naile His friend did aske him what it would availe Quoth he this is as good as one of steele For me to knock now into fortunes wheele 501 Three Pages Three Pages on a time together met And made a motion that each one would let The other know what hee 'd desire to be Having his wish thereto they did agree Quoth one to be a Melon I would chuse For then I 'm sure none would refuse To kisse my breech although the sent were hot And so they 'd know whether I were good or not 502 A Gentleman and his Phisitian A Gentleman not richest in discretion Was alwayes sending for his own phisition And on a time he needs would of him know What was the cause his pulse did go so slow Why quoth the Doctor thus it comes to passe Must needs go slow which goes upon an asse 503 A Peasant and his wife A Peasant with his wife was almost wilde To understand his Daughter was with childe And said if to the girle sh 'ad taken heed Sh 'ad not been guilty of so foule a deed Husband said she I sweare by cock Welfare a good old token The Devâ—ll him selfe can't keep that lock Which every key can open 504 G-L-Asse He that loves Glasse without a G Leave out L and that is hee Nihil hic nisi carmina desunt EPITAPHS 1. On a travelling begger HEre lies a Vagrant person whom our lawes Of late growne strict denied passage cause Hee wandred thus therefore returne he must From whence at first he hither came to dust 2. On a Mason So long the Mason wrought on other's walles That his owne house of clay to ruine falles No wonder spitefull death wrought his annoy He us'd to build and death seekes to destroy 3. On a Dyer Though death the Dyer colour-lesse hath made Yet he dies pale and will not leave his trade But being dead the meanes yet doth not lacke To die his friends cloth into mourning blacke Some sure foresaw his death for they of late Vs'd to exclaime upon his dying fate And weake and faint he seem'd oft-times t' have been For to change colours often he was seen Yet there no matter was so foule but he Would set a colour on it handsomlye Death him no unexpected stroke could give That learnt to dye since he began to live He shall yet prove what he before hath try'd And shall once more live after he hath dy'd 4. Of a Schoolemaster The graÌ„mer Schoole a long time taught I have Yet all my skill could not decline the grave But yet I hope it one day will be show'ne In no case save the Ablative alone 5. On William Shake-speare Renowned Spencer lye a thought more nigh To learned Chaucer and rare Beaumont lye A little neerer Spencer to make roome For Shake-speare in your threefold fourefold tombe To lodge all foure in one bed make a shift Vntill Doomes dâ—y for hardly will a fifth Betwixt this day and that by Fates be slaine For whom your curtaines may be drawn againe If your precedencie in death doe barre A fourth place in your sacred Sepulchre Vnder this sacred marble of thine owne Sleepe rare Tragaedian Shake-speare sleep alone Thy unmolested peace in an unshared cave Possesse as Lord not tenant of thy grave That unto us and others it may bee Honour hereafter to be laid by thee 6. On a youth Now thou hast Heaven for merit but 't is strange Mortality should â—nvie at thy change But God thought us unfit for such as thee And made thee consort of eternitye We grieve not then that thou to heaven art takeÌ„ But that thou hast thy friends so soone forsaken 7. On Prince Henry I have no veine in verse but if I could Distill on every word a pearle I would Our sorrowes pearles drop not from pens but eies Whilst other's Muse write mine onely cries 8. On a Foot-boy that dyed with overmuch running Base tyrant death thus to assaile one tyr'd Who scarse his latest breath beeing left expir'd And being too too cruell thus to stay So swift a course at length ran quite away But pretty boy be sure it was not death That left behind thy body out of breath Thy soule and body running in a race Thy soule held out thy body tyr'd apace Thy soule gained and left that lump of clay To rest it selfe untill the latter day 9. On Hobson the Carrier Hobson what 's out of sight is out of mind Is gone and left his letters here behind He that with so much paper us'd to meet Is now alas content to take one sheet 10. Another He that such carriage store was wont to have Is carried now himselfe unto his grave O strange he that in life ne're made but one Six Carriers makes now he is dead and gone 11. Another Here Hobson lyes prest with a heavy loade Who now is gone the old and common Roade The waggon he so lov'd so lov'd to ride That he was drawing on whilst that he dy'd 12. Another Hobsonâ—s not dead but Charles the Northerne swaine Hath sent for him to draw his lightsome-waine 13. On a treacheroâ—s Warrener Behold here lyes a scalded pate quite bare In catching conies who lost many a hare 14. On a faire Damosell Life is the Road to death death Heavens gate must be Heaven is the throne of Christ Christ is life to me 15. On a Foot-man This nimble foot-man ran away from death And here he rested being out of breath Here death him overtooke made him his slave And sent him on an errand to his grave 16. On Queene Anne 〈◊〉 dyed in March was kept all Aprill and buried in May. March with his winds hath strucke a Cedar tall And weeping April mournes the Cedar's fall And May inteÌ„ds her month no flow'rs shal bring Since she must lose the flow'r of all the spring Thy March his winds have caused April show'rs And yet sad May must lose his flow'r of flow'rs 17. Iustus Lipsius Some have high mountaines of Parian stone And some in brasse carve their inscription Some have their tombes of costly marble reaâ—'d But in our teares onely art thou interr'd 18. On
a child of two yeeres old being borne and dying in Iuly Here is laid a July-flow'r With surviving teares bedew'd Not despayring of that houre When her spring shall be renew'd E're she had her Summer seene Shee was gather'd fresh and greene 29. Another Like bird of prey Death snatcht away This harmelesse dove Whose soule so pure Is now secure In heaven above 20. Another That flesh is grasse It 's grace a flower Reade e're you passe Whom wormes dovourâ— 21. On a Cobler Death at a Coblers doore oft made a stand And alwaies found him on the mending hand At last came death in very foule weather And ript the soale from the upper leather Death put a trick upon him and what was 't The cobler call'd for 's awle death brought his Laste 22. On a Lock-smith A zealous Lock-smith dy'd of late Who by this time 's at heaven-gate The reason why he will not knocke Is 'cause he meanes to picke the locke 23. On a Collier Here lies the Collier Jenkin Dashes By whom death nothing gain'd he swore For living he was dust and ashes And being dead he is no more 24. On Dick Pinner Here lyes Dick Pinner O ungentle death Why did'st thou rob Dick Pinner of his breath For living he by scraping of a pin Made better dust then thou hast made of him 25. On M. Thomas Best With happie stars he sure is blest Where â— ere he goes that still is Best 26. On Robyn Round Robyn's gone this grave doth inclose The pudding of his doublet and his hose 27. On Proud Tygeras Proud and foolish so it came to passe He liu'd a Tyger and he dy'd and Asse 28. On Iohn Cofferer Here lyes Iohn Cofferer and takes his rest Now he hath chang'd a coffer for a chest 29. On blind and deafe Dicke Freeman Here lyes Dicke Freeman That could not heare nor see man 30. On a Miller Death without warning was as bold as briefe When he kill'd two in one Miller Thiefe 31. On a disagreeing couple Hîc jacet ille qui â—enties mille Did scold with his wife Cùm illo jacet illa quae communis in villâ did quittance his life His name was Nicke the which was sicke And that very malâ— Her name was Nan who lou'd well a man So gentlemen vale 32. On a Sack-sucker Good reader blesse thee be assur'd The spirit of Sack lyes here immur'd Who havock'd all he could come by For Sack and here quite sack'd doth lye 33. On a Lady Here lyes one dead under this marble stone Who when she liv'd lay under more than one 34. On a Westler Death to this Wrestler gave a fine fall That tript up his heeles and tooke no hold at all 35. On Iohn Death Here 's Death intterred that liu'd by bread Then all should live now death is dead 36. On a Scrivener Here to a period is the Scrievener come This is the last sheet his full point this tombe Of all aspersions I excuse him not 'T is knowne he liu'd not without many a blot Yet he no ill example shew'd to any But rather gave good coppies unto many He in good letters alwaies hath beene bred And hath writ more then many men have read He rulers had as his command by law And though he could not hang yet he could draw He far more bond men had made than any A dash alone of his pen ruin'd many That not without good reason we might call Hiâ— letters great or little Capitall Yet is the Scriveners fate as sure as just When he hath all done then he falls to dust 37. On a Chandler How might his dayes end that made weekes or hee That could make light here laid in darkenes bee Yet since his weekes were spent how could he chose But be depriu'd of light his trade lose Yet dead the Chandler is and sleep's in peace No wonder long since melted was his greace It seemes that he did evill for daylight He hated and did rather wish the night Yet came his workes to light were like gold Prou'd in the fire but could not tryall hold His candle had an end and death's black night Is an extinguisher of all his light 38. On a young gentle-woman Nature in this small volume was about To perfect what in women was left out Yet carefull least a peice so well begun Should want preservatives when she had done E're she could finish what she undertooke Threw dust upon it and shut up the booke 39. On an Infant The reeling world turn'd poet made a play I came to see 't dislik't it wâ—nt my way 40. On a Lady dying quickly after her husband He first deceased she a little try'd To live without him liked not and dy'd 41. On a Smith Farewell stout Iron-side not all thine art Could make a shield against death's envious dart Without a fault no man his life doth passe For to his vice the Smith addicted was He oft as choller is encreas't by fire Was in a â—ume and much enclin'd to ire He had so long bin us'd to forge that he Was with a blacke coale markt for forgery But he for witnesse needed not to care Who but a blacke-smith was though neâ—'e so fayre And opertunities he slacked not That knew to strike then when theâ—ir'n was hot As the doore-nailes he made hee 's now as dead He them death him hath knockt on the head 42. On Mr. Stone Jerusalems curse is not fulfill'd in mee For here a stone upon a stone you see 43. On a Child Into this world as stranger to an Inne This child came guest-wise where when it had beene A while and fâ—und nought worthy of his stay He onely broke his fast went away 44. On a man drown'd in the snow Within a fleece of silent waters drown'd Before my death was knowne a grave I found That which exil'd my life from her sweet home For griefe straight froz it selfe into a tombe One element my angry fate thought meet To be my death grave tombe winding-sheet Phaebus himselfe mine Epitaph had writ But blotting many e're he thought one fit He wrote untill my grave and tombe were gone And â—twas an Epitaph that I had none For every one that passed by that way Without a sculpture read that there â— lay Here now the second time untomb'd I lye And thus much have the best of Destinie Corruption from which onely one was free Devour'd my grave but did not feede on mee My first grave tooke me from the â—ace of men My last shall give me backe to life agen 45. On Prince Henry In natur's law 't is a plaine case to dye No cunning Lawyer can demurre on that For cruell death and destiny Serve all men with a Latitat So Princely Henry when his case was try'd Confess'd the action paid the debt and dy'd 46. On Mr. Strange Here lyes one Strange no Pagan Turke nor Jew It 's strange but not so strange as it is true
At call till then unretriuâ—d here he lyes 122. On a Cocke-master Fare-well stout hott-spur now the battail's done In which th' art foyi'd death hath over-come Having o're-matcht thy strength made thee stoop She quickly forct thee on the pit to droop From whence thou art not able rise or stir For death is now become thy vanquisher 123 On a pious benefactour The poore the world the heavens the grave His almes his praise his soule and body have 124. Vpon Hodge Pue's Father Oh cruell death that stopt the view Of Thom's parishioner good-man Pue Who lived alwaies in good order Vntill that death stopt his recorder Which was betwixt Easter and Penticost In the yeare of the great frost At New-market then was the King When as the bells did merrily ring The Minister preached the day before Vnto his highnesse and no more Returning home said prayers and Bnried the man as I understand 125. On M. Washington page to the Prince Knew'st thou whose these ashes were Reader thou would'st weeping sweare The rash fate erâ—'d here as appeares Counting his vertues for his yeares His goodnesse made them so o're seene Which shew'd him threescore at eighteene Enquire not his disease or paine He dy'd of nothing else but spayne Where the worst calenture he feeles Are Jesuites and Alguaziles Where he is not allow'd to have Vnlesse he steal 't a quiet grave Hee needes no other Epitaph or stone But this here lyes lov'd Washington Write this in teares in that loose dust And every greiv'd beholder must When he waighâ—s him and knowes his yeares Renew the letâ—ers with his teares 126. On Gustavus Adolphus King of Sweden The world expects Swede's monumentall stone Should equall the Philosophers each groane Should breath a golden veine and ev'ry verse Should draw Elixar from his fatall hearse No fitter subject where strong lines should meet Than such a noble center could the feet Of able verse but trace his rectories They neede not feare o're strayn'd Hyperbole's Where all 's transoendent who out-paralell'd Plutarch's selected Heroes and is held The tenth of Worthies who hath over-acted Great Caesar's German-comments contracted His expeditions by preventing awe He often over-came before hee saw And what of his great sonne Jove us'd to say Hee alwaies either found or made his way Such was his personall and single fight As if that death it selfe had ta'ne her flight Into brave Swedens scabbard when he drew Death with that steele inevitably flew His campe a church wherein the Gen'rall's life Was the best Sermon and the onely strife ' Amongst his was to repeate it bended knee Was his prime posture and his â—nemy Found this most praevalent his discipline Impartiall and exact it did out-shine Those antique Martiall-Graecian Roman lamps From W ch most of the worlds succeeding camps Have had their borrow'd light this this was hee All this and more yet even all this can dye Death surely ventur'd on the Swede ' to try If heav'n were subject to mortality And shot his soule to heav'n as if that shee Could if not kill unthrone a diety Bold death 's deceiv'd 't is in another sense That heav'n is said to suffer violence No yr'n chaine-shot but 't is the golden chaine Of vertue and the Graces are the maine That doe unhinge the everlasting gates All which like yoaked undivided mates Were linck't in Sweden where they were enchain'd Like Orthodoxall volumes nothing feign'd Though fairely bound his story is not dipt In oyle â—ut in his owne true Manuscript It is enough to name him surely wee Have got that Roman's doating Lethargy And may our names forget if so we can Forget the name of Sweden renownâ—d man Thon hadst no sooner made the Worthies ten But heaveÌ„ did claime the tenth zealous that men Would idolize thee but their instâ—ment Thus thy Meridian prov'd thy Occiden Had longer dayes beene graunted by the fates Rome had heard this Hanniball at her gates Farewell thou Austrian scourge thou moderne wonder Srange raine hath followed thy last clap of thunder A shower of teares and yet for ought we know The Horne that 's left may blow downe Jericho FINIS Imprimatur Octob. 8. 1639. Matth. Clay OVTLANDISH PROVERBS SELECTED LONDON Printed by T. P. for Humphrey Blunden at the Castle in Corn-bill 1640. Outlandish PROVERBS 1. MAN Proposeth God disposeth 2. Hee begins to die that quits his desires 3. A handfull of good life is better then a bushell of learning 4. He that studies his content wants it 5. Every day brings his bread with it 6. Humble Hearts have humble desires 7. Hee that stumbles and falles not mends his pace 8. The House shewes the owner 9. Hee that gets out of debt growes rich 10. All is well with him who is beloved 41. All came from and will goe to others 42. He that will take the bird must not skare it 43. He lives unsafely that lookes too neere on things 44. A gentle houswife marres the houshold 45. A crooked log makes a strait fire 46. He hath great neede of a foole that plaies the foole himselfe 47. A Marchant that gaines not looseth 48. Let not him that feares feathers come among wild-foule 49. Love and a Cough cannot be hid 50. A Dwarfe on a Gyants shoulder sees further of the two 51 Hee that sends a foole means to follow him 52. Brabling Curres never want sore eares 53. Better the feet slip then the tongue 54. For washing his hands none fels his lands 55. A Lyons skin is never cheape 56. The goate must browse where she is tyed 57. Who hath a Wolfe for his mate needes a Dog for his man 58. In a good house all is quickly ready 59. A bad dog never sees the Wolfe 60. God oft hath a great share in a little house 61. Ill ware is never cheape 62. A cherefull looke makes a dish a feast 63. If all fooles had bables wee should want fuell 64. Vertue never growes old 65. Evening words are not like to morning 66. Were there no fooles badd ware would not passe 67. Never had ill workeman good tooles 68. Hee stands not surely that never slips 69. Were there no hearers there would be no backbiters 70. Every thing is of use to a houskeeper 71. When prayers are done my Lady is ready 72. At Length the Fox turnes Monk 73. Flies are busiest about leane horses 74. Harken to reason or shee will bee heard 75. The bird loves her nest 76. Every thing new is fine 77. When a dog is a drowning every one offers him drink 78. Better a baâ—e foote then none 79. Who is so deafe as he that will not heare 80. He that is warme thinkes all so 81. At length the Fox is brought to the Fuâ—rier 82. Hee that goes barefoot must not plant thornes 83. They that are booted are not alwaâ—es ready 84. He that will learne to pray let him goe to Sea 85. In spending lies the advantage 86. Hee that lives well is learned enough