Huntings Caesar did allow A Jav'lin swift transfixt a pregnant Sow Straight from the wounded Dam the Litter sprung Lucina call'st thou this to bring forth Young The dying Sow wish'd that her wounds were more That Issues had been made for all her Store Who denies Bacchus from the Womb was torn A God might well when Beasts were this way born Ep. 13. On the same A Pregnant Sow pierc'd with a deadly Blow Her Life at once did lose and Life bestow How sure an Aim did the dire Steel command Lucina 't was believ'd to be thy Hand For dying both thy Deities she found The Huntress and the Midwife in her Wound Ep. 14. On the same A Sow her Litter ready to have laid Was by a fatal Stroke a Mother made The Young not staying Birth ran forth the Wound How quick a Wit in sudden Streights is found Ep. 15. On Carpophorus A Boar Meleager which gave thee a Name Adds little to Carpophorus his Fame Who a vast Bear rushing upon him flew The Northern Clime a fiercer never knew A Lion which became Alcides hand Of immense Bulk he laid upon the Sand Also a Pard And when the Prize was won He still was fresh and could yet more have done Ep. 16. To Caesar On Hercules carry'd to the Clouds upon a Bull. That from the Stage a Bull t'wards Heav'n did fly Was not th' Exploit of Art but Deity A Bull Europa through the Surges bore But with Alcides now 'bove Clouds doth soar The Fact of Caesar and of Iove compare Which of the two shall we pronounce most rare Suppose the Burdens even were that true The Lighter loaded swam the heavier flew Ep. 17. On an Elephant's kneeling to Caesar. That thee an Elephant suppliant did adore Who stroke with Terror a fierce Bull before To 's Keeper's Art cannot imputed be We must ascribe it to thy Deity Ep. 18. On a Tyger's killing a Lion The rare-seen Glory of th' Hircanian Land A Tyger wont to lick his Master's Hand In Pieces tore a Lion in his Rage A thing not known before in any Age. He durst not this attempt in Forests high Beasts among Men learn greater Cruelty Ep. 21. On the Fable of Orpheus acted in the Theatre What in the Thracian Mount's of Orpheus told Thy Theatre Great Caesar did unfold The Rocks were seen to move the Woods to run When to his Harp the wondrous Minstrel sung Together with the Trees the Beasts were led And hov'ring Birds circled his Sacred Head At last a Bear the Prophet piece-meal tore Acted in truth what fabled was before Ep. 25. On Leander Leander cease t' admire the Seas did spare Thy last-nights Passage Caesar's Seas they were While to enjoy Loves Sweets thou didst address And boist'rous Waves thee threaten'd to oppress Thus Wretch the raging Seas thou didst implore Drown me returning waft me safely o'er Ep. 26. On the Representation of the Sea and Sea-Gods The feigned Sea-Gods sport i' th' Waves with ease Figuring with various Forms the yielding Seas One shakes a Trident while another rides A Fish or in a Fish-drawn Chariot Glides Barks mov'd with Oares Sails swell'd with Wind we see Castor and Pollux there appear'd to be Not real Seas so gratifie the Sense Thetis taught here or fram'd her Realm from hence Ep. 27. On Carpophorus If former Ages had Carpoph'rus known Beside himself there would have needed none The Monsters through the World to have subdu'd Being in truth with all that Might endu'd Which to the Fab'lous Heroes gave a Name Rais'd Iasons Perseus Meleager's Fame Theseus for th' Minotaur had ne'er been crown'd For th' Nemean Lion Hercules renown'd The Hydra which so oft renew'd the Fight At first Assault he would have slain out-right Chimaera of such various Figures form'd His pow'rful Hand would all at Once have storm'd The Bulls which from their Nostrils breath'd a Flame Without a Charm his Courage knew to tame Hesiones devouring Orke to quaile Andromeda to rescue from the Whale Let Poets then their specious Lies relate How Iove a Matchless Hero to create Two Nights did turn to one to him allow A Term of Life twelve Labours to go through Carpoph'rus Glory yet does his excel By whom in one day twenty Monsters fell Ep. 29. On two Gladiators Priscus and Verus while with equal Might Prolong'd an obstinate and doubtful Fight The People oft their Mission did desire But Caesar from the Law would not retire Which did the Prize and Victory unite Yet gave them what Encouragement he might Largess of Meat and Money did bestow Which also 'mong the People he did throw I' th' end howe'er the Strife was equal found Both fought alike and both alike gave ground So that the Palm was upon each conferr'd Their undecided Valour this deserv'd Under no Prince before we e'er did see That two should fight and both should Victors be Ep. 30. To Caesar. My Haste tho' faulty ought thee to appease Pardon his Haste who hasted thee to please LIB I. Epigr. 1. To Cato WHen thou the Wanton Rites of Flora's Feast Didst know the Peoples License then exprest Why cam'st thou in four Cato 'mong the Rout Did'st enter only that thou might'st go out Ep. 2. Martial to the Reader He whom thou read'st is he by thee desir'd Martial throughout the World known and admir'â— For his keen Epigrams And unto whom Th'indulgent Reader did the Laurel doom While yet he liv'd and could enjoy his Fame When others after Death scarce get a Name Ep. 4. To his Book In publick Hands thy self thou 'dst rather see Advent'rous Book than longer stay with me Thou knowst not ah the Pride great Rome will show Trust me the Sons of Mars too much do know No where both Young and Old so practise Scorn Even Children shew Rhinoceros's Horn. While loud Applauses and Reception fair Thou hope'st they 'll Scoffing toss thee in the Air. But thou impatient Blots to undergo And my Pen's sharp Corrections still to know Thou seek'st thro' the wide World Wanton to rome Go then but safer 't were to stay at Home Ep. 5. To Caesar. If my Book Caesar comes into thy Hand Lay by those Looks which do the World command When thou in Triumph rid'st thou dost submit To be the Subject of the Soldier 's Wit My Verses read with so serene a Face As Thymele and Latine thou dost Grace The Censor does with harmless Pastime bear My Leaves are wanton but my Life 's severe Ep. 9. To Decian Consummate Cato's and great Thrasea's Strain As far as Prudence goes thou dost maintain And not thy Breast on naked Swords dost run What Men judge best that Decian thou hast done He 's not approv'd who cheaply dies for Fame But without Death who gets a glorious Name Ep. 10. On Cotta A pretty and a great Man thou 'dst be deem'd But Prettiness is Littleness esteem'd Ep. 11. On Gemellus and Maronilla Gemellus Maronilla fain would wed Aspires by Pray'rs by Gifts unto
Winter wars no less than Foes Accept the Vows thy Father's Friend bestows Thy Courage still be prudent Brav'ry wise Who on affected Danger runs despise Delight in Wounds only in Fools take place Be thou thy Countrey 's Bulwark and her Grace Ep. 28. An Epitaph on Glaucia Melior's Free-man far renown'd Who dying Rome in Sorrow drown'd The short Delight of 's Patron dear Glaucia beneath this Marble here Near the Flaminian way's interr'd Tho' from Chast Laws he never err'd A modest Blush his Face o'erspread Quick of Wit of wonderous Grace Scarce thirteen Years in him took place Who mourn'st such sad untimely Loss May'st never weep for thine own Cross. Ep. 29. On the same None of the abject prostrate Crew Which greedy Bauds in Cages mew But fix'd all Vices far above And worthy of an Honest Love When not yet sensible to know What Boon his Patron did bestow Glaucia was Melior's Freeman made To his Endowments this was paid For who more charming who more fair More with Apollo might compare The Graces which in him did dwell Did those o' th' youthfull God excel Immod'rate Virtue 't is thy Doom But seldom to Old Age to come To prevent Sorrow's sharp Disease Pray nought thou lov'st may too much please Ep. 30. On Petus If when ten Pound you promis'd you had paid And giv'n it home with me and not delay'd I had your Debtor for an Hundred been But Petus sending it so tardy in After seven Months I guess or nine Months time I know not which to call 't a Gift or Crime Shall I what 's truer even than Truth expound Instead of giving thou hast lost ten Pound Ep. 31. On Charidemus Oft with thy Wife does the Physician lye Thou knowing Charidem and standing by I see thou wilt not of a Feaver dye Ep. 32. On the Death of Otho When yet the chance of War did doubtful stand And Otho might have had the upper Hand War he renounc'd maintain'd by Seas of Blood And with his own restrain'd the Publick Flood Tho Cato's Life than Caesar's greater were Otho in 's Death exceeded Cato far Ep. 39. On Cinna Of thy Marulla's sevenfold Births not one Cinna is thine or yet a free-born Son For not thy self thy Neighbour or thy Friend To their begetting can at all pretend But their Dams Stealths are shewn by ev'ry Head To be the Work o' th' Straw and Trundle-Bed He who Moor-like with woolly Hair we see Of the Cook Santer does confess to be But he with strutting Lips and a flat Nose The Image of the Wrestler does disclose Pannicus The third who 's ignorant to be The Baker Dama's who does Dama see And know a bleer Eye The fourth fair to sight Shewing a wanton Brow thy Catamite Lygdus begot He with a Copped Crown And Ears like Asses bangling up and down Who can deny to Gyrrah the Buffoon Two Girls of Fox this that of Blackbird Hue Their Sires the Piper Crote and Carpus shew The Hinde Compleat were now thy Mungrel Race Could thy two Eunuchs gen'rate as embrace Ep. 41. On a Hoarse Poet. Verse to recite tho Hoarse thou do'st not cease Which shews that thou canst speak not hold thy Peace Ep. 50. On Thelesinus When Thelesinus did Observance pay To honest Men he went in poor Aray But when to Pimp he did himself apply Houses and Land he had wherewith to buy Wouldst thou be Rich Be Factor to some Sin Honest Employment brings but little in Ep. 55. On Coracinus Of richest Spices thou do'st ever scent Nor is the Phoenix Nest more redolent Despisest us who don't in Sweets excel Of nought 'tis better than of Odours smell Ep. 59. On Baccara Thy Chests such store of Winter-garments hold Thou griev'st and oft complain'st for want of Cold Wishest dark Days and short sharp Winds and Snow And hates the Season if it milder grow Didst thou the worse for my thin Gown e'er fare Borne from my Back by ev'ry puff of Air How much more Humane more Sincere 't were done Should'st thou in August Winter-Clothes put on Ep. 60. On Pompillus Peop. Pompillus Name is up his Work is done His Fame throughout the Universe doth run Mart. So may our German Foes successful be And all O Italy that love not thee Peop. Pompillus Lines for Wit yet have the Name Mart. But trust me that is not enough for Fame How many witty learned Books do come To serve the Kitchen and to feed the Worm 'T is something else Eternity does give 'T is not the Wit but Genius makes Books live Ep. 62. On an Envious Person Rome hugs my Verse and cries it up for Rare My Books each Hand and ev'ry Bosom bear There 's one yet lowres disdains is ill at Ease I 'm glad my Verses now my self do please Ep. 63. To Marianus You know y' are flatter'd know the greedy Knave You know what 't is such Flatterers would have And yet you write him Heir in your Last Deed And will that he in all you have succeed What tho he sends great Gifts 'T is with an Hook And do the Fish the Angler ever brook Will this Man mourn when thou no more shalt live Wouldst have him Mourn Then nothing to him give Ep. 64. On a Detractor When sprung of Fabius Race you no way are Nor Curius who himself to 's Plow-men bare Their Dinner whose rough Wife her Child-bed made Under the Covert of an Oak's thick shade But of a Father born trimm'd by a Glass A Mother for a Courtesan does pass And so effeminate you your self withall Your Wife tho nice she be you Wife may call For you to dare my much-fam'd Verse detract The Momus on my approv'd Toys to act My Toys I say all Rome attentive hear To which both Learn'd and Noble lend an Ear Which deathless Silius with Regard does treat And Regulus fluent Tongue deigns to repeat Which to revolve Caesar a time does spare Amidst the weight of all the Publick Care But you know more your wise discerning Heart Pallas has fram'd by the Athenian Art May I not live if th' Heart and Paunch we meet The Garbage Guts and the great dangling Feet Which loaded Butchers carry through the Street With no small Terror unto ev'ry Nose Do not a sharper Wit than thine disclose Yet with the waste of Paper against me Verses you write such as none read or see But if my chafed Choler thee shall brand The Work will live be read in ev'ry Land 'T is not thy Barber's Soap can cleanse the Stain Take heed the Outrage be not thine own Bane To urge a living Bear cease to presume Until his Rage forth at his Nostrils fume Tho calm he 'll lick the Hand and Strokings bear Rous'd and provok'd you 'll find him still a Bear Thy Teeth then fasten in some empty Hide Or Beast that 's dead and will the Wrong abide Ep. 66. On a Cryer and a Wench Gellian the Cryer sought a Wench to sell Of their Repute
thou hast whereon to lay thy Head A Coat a Boy a Child a bare-bon'd Jade A Dog a Dish towards the Beggars Trade Yet Nestor thou affect'st Poor to be said And 'mong the People tax'd and have a Head Th' aspir'st in vain unto such high Esteem Who Nothing has a Rogue not Poor we deem Ep. 35. On Aper I' th' House thou 'st bought none but an Owl will dwell So dark so streight so ruinous the Cell But Maro's splendid Villa is hard by Here trimly thou wilt eat tho' sordid lye Ep. 36. On Fabullus When thou invit'st a Crowd and Strangers all Wonder'st I come not also at thy Call A Crowd to me and Solitude are one And I Fabullus never Sup alone Ep. 38. On Zoilus Why Zoilus dost thou bury not enfold A Di'mond spark in a whole pound of Gold When late a Slave this Ring thy Leg might wear But such a weight thy Finger cannot bear Ep. 40. On Charidemus Thou rock'd'st my Cradle when I was a Child My Tutor were 't in my young Years and wild But now my Beard the Barbers Cloth does stain And all I Kiss of my rough Beard complain To thee alone I yet a Boy appear Whose soureness my whole Family do fear To Love or Game are not allow'd to me Ty'd up in all but all to thee are free Thou chid'st thou griev'st thou fiercely dost complain From using of a Rod can'st scarce refrain If I anoint my Head in Purple go But cry'st aloud His Father ne'er did so Frowning thou counts my Cups as if the Wine Came not from my own Sellar but from thine Thus to be Slave and Cato too forbare That I write Man thy Daughter can declare Ep. 45. On one Old and Childless Now thou art Childless Rich 'bove measure Old The Love profess'd to thee sincere dost hold True Love I have found Yes when Young and Poor Who love thee now do love thy Death much more Ep. 53. To Julius Trimly to Sup Iulius I thee invite If better be not offer'd come to Night We 'll bathe together at six a Clock be here Nero's Baths to my House you know are near Melons and Figs for Ante-past I 'll serve Other Regalio's which are deem'd to have The grateful Properties Health to preserve And quicken Appetite If you ask What more I 'll lye to make you come Oysters Wild Boar Choice fatted Fowl ta'en from the Coop or Pens Those nobler yet that range the Woods and Fens Such as ev'n Stella rarely does afford Tho' altogether Princely is his Board I 'll promise more no Verses I 'll recite To hear yours read I 'll dedicate the Night Your Giants War your Art of Tilling Fields Which not in Worth t' immortal Virgil's yields Ep. 54. On Claudia Rufina Claudia Rufina's Birth while Britain claims Her frame of Mind excels the Latian Dames So Graceful Fair her Roman Matrons deem Their Lucrece Greeks their Helen her esteem And such a fruitful Off-spring she has brought When marry'd will a Colony be thought His Faith may Pudens to no other plight And in his Children she alone delight Ep. 56. To Urbicus Lupus to be a Father counsels thee Believe him not there 's nought he less wou'd see One Art of Cheating's to perswade Men to What they detest of all things they shou'd do To say she 's big but with thy Wife prevail Lupus like one that breeds will look more pale Take my advice if me a Friend you deem Die so to him you may a Father seem Ep. 57. On Cheremon That Death thou so immod'rately dost praise Thou hop'st in all Astonishment to raise This Courage a crack'd Pitcher does inspire A Chimny cold without a spark of Fire A Couch with Straw and Vermin only dight A curtal thread-bare Coat for Day and Night How Great a Man art thou can'st bid farewel To Brown-bread Crusts Wine Lees a nasty Cell Go to Let now thy Bed be strutting full Of softest Down thy Blankets Scarlet Wool Let her lye by thee Graces so the Feasts And more than all the Wine inflames the Guests Oh how thou 'dst wish thou mightst live Nestor's years How ev'ry Minute lost thou'dst count with Tears In a Poor State their Lives Men eas'ly give He 's held the Bravest then that dares to live Ep. 58. To Severus That I invite and Verses to thee send Wonder'st Severus Rich and Learned Friend Iove sated with Ambrosia still doth live Yet Wine and Frankincense to Iove we give If with Abundance full thou dost reject Such as thou hast there 's nought thou can'st accept Ep. 60. On Charinus Charinus Fingers with Rings loaden are Which in the very Bath he still does wear Nor puts them off at night D' ye wonder why They 're borrow'd and he dares not lay them by Ep. 66. On Justinus Iustin upon thy Solemn Birth-day Feast No fewer than six hundred were thy Guest Among the which times past I had the Grace To hold unenvy'd no inferior place But now to th' Reliques of the second day If so I like to be thy Guest I may Unto six hundred born to day then be To morrow first thou shalt be born to me Ep. 67. On Vacerra Thou art a Slanderer and Delator False Dealer Pimp and Fornicator Where such rare Parts and Trades are Found I wonder much thy Purse does not abound Ep. 68. On Maro Thou nought on me while living wilt bestow But All when thou descend'st to Shades below Thou dot'st if what I wish thou dost not know Ep. 69. To Matho From greatest Men thou dost small things require Who yet comply not with thy Low Desire The less to blush to greater things aspire Ep. 70. On the Bitch Lydia I trained was by Masters of the Game I' th' Field no Hound more fierce i' th' House more tame Lydia my Name my Owner 's right Hand held Erigones Dog not me in Faith excell'd Nor Lelaps yet for whose great Truth 't is told By Iove among the Stars he was enroll'd Like Argus a long Life I did not spend In Sloth by useless Age brought to my End But the fierce Tusks of an enraged Boar Like that of Calydon my Entrails tore Nor of my early Death do I complain A nobler Fate I could no way sustain Ep. 72. On Leda To her old Husband Leda made her moan That her Hysterick Fits were helpless grown And that her Life no hope there was to save Unless her Honour for her Life she gave But Sighing then and drown'd in Tears she said Than that way cur'd 't were better to be dead The old Man begg'd that she her Life would spare And of her youthful Years have tender Care Said He 'd give leave that others might supply What Age in him did to her help deny Straight young and able Doctors Leda knew Were sent for and the Women all withdrew They laid her gently on her Bed for cure Ah Cruel Help says she that I endure Ep. 77. To Petus To pay ten