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A39728
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A treatise of the sports of wit
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Flecknoe, Richard, d. 1678?
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1675
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are For Kings and Princes are above Men 't is true But God's above both Kings and Princes too And who serve others are but slavish things But 't is to Reign to serve the King of Kings On the Death of an only Son and his Mothers grief HEr only Son was dead and such a Son As never yet was a more hopeful one When his sad Mother Mother now no more Did not the common way his death deplore Nor wou'd the common way be comforted Of other Mothers when their Sons were dead But does so piously his loss deplore She shows she lov'd him well but loves Heaven more And knowing 't was the Will of Heaven does bear It so she needs no other Comforter So th'Royal Prophet when his Son was dead Like her ceas'd mourning and was comforted And t'other in as great a loss could say 'T was Heaven that gave and Heaven that took away These of all Fathers may examples be But of all pious Mothers only she The Adue NOthing but Storms and Tempests then 't is time To seek for shelter in some Forein Clime Where I may hope to find the happiness If not to live at least to die in peace What Halcyon on such Seas wou'd build its Nest Where for continual storms it ne'er could rest Or Bird wou'd chuse in such a Land to sing Where it may ne'er enjoy a quiet Spring When Winter comes y'have certain Birds which flie To Forein parts one of those Birds am I. Who joy to sing in Sunshine but give o'er When I like them can see the Sun no more And banish'd as I am the sight o' th' Sun 'T is time to go my singing days are done Mean while before my life be wholly past And like the dying Swan I ave sung my last Whilst others ask His Majesty to give 'Em means sufficient handsomely to live All I desire is that His Majesty Would give me means but handsomely to die R. F. The Anagram WALLER Anag LAWREL LAwrel and Waller so agree And Individuals seem to be As look but on the Anagram You 'll find it in his very name The end of this Quaternium ON HIS MAJESTIES Military Sports at Windsor AS artificial Fireworks and Light Are best beheld i' th' darkness of the Night The Moon was set no Stars i th' Skies did shine But all was dark as favoring their design When straight behold in Military sport How some assail others defend the Fort. Brave York Monmouth lead their warlike Bands Whilst Royal Charles a glad Spectator stands To see 'm shoot and no Man harmed by 't Nor any hurt or wounded in the Fight So as if any has the Charm 't is He To render People Shot and Weapon free Who does not bless the while His happy Reign Who does us in this Peaceful State maintain Whilst others plunder'd harras'd ruin'd are Expos'd to all calamities of War As we were heretofore and but for him Shold be expos'd unto the like agen Happy thrice happy in Him then if we But only our own happiness cou'd see Of all the Kings that are or ever were A Prince the most benign and debonair Of Reformation THis Reformation has a specious name But yet the World will always be the same And those who try will see when all is done 'T is easier finding faults then mending ' em Mean time there 's no Men who are more unfit Then th'people are for the Reforming it Whose tamp'ring with 't has always had this curse Instead of mending things to make them worse They see perhaps somewhat might mended be But hundred things they 'd mar by 't do not see Best way to mend 'em were for every one To mend themselves and let the rest alone The World and Men are chiefly govern'd by That Golden Chain depending from on high Links Men to God and Subjects unto Kings With like dependance of all other things And when their Subjects chance to break this chain Kings are to look to make it whole again Unto whose charge Heaven chiefly does commit The Government of the World and care of it The World will ne'er be better a this fashion When th'people undertake this Reformation Who as by clear experience we see Are chiefly those who shou'd reformed be And cry the Worlds not well for nothing else But only 'cause they are not well themselves Necessity excused I Would not be so dull a thing as I Should be if 't were not for necessity Mother of Arts Invention and of Wit Th're then injurious should speak ill of it We often blame necessity when we Are more in fault then is necessity Which sometimes may perswade but near inforces Any to take dishonorable courses Against her will a Woman may be poor But none against her will can be a Whore Nor Man a Knave whether he will or no But 't is his own dishonesty makes him so Cease then to blame and lay the fault in fine Upon Necessity which is chiefly thine There 's no Necessity to do that which we Sho'd never do for no Necessity Of Marriage and Mistresses THe Marriage Knot which use to bind so fast Its bonds and ties as long as life did last Is now become like Iuglers Knots none knows They re tied so slack whether they 're fast or loose What Man say they who loves his liberty To any Woman so much slave wou'd be This to their Wives but to their Mistresses They care not how they loose their Liberties To whom by th' Scriveners help they 're bound so fast They 're Bonds at least as long as life do last And th' Marriage Bonds they break with ease but they Can't break the Scriveners Bonds so easily So Dalilah held Sampson in her Bands Until he fell into th' Philistians hands Where he in Prison all his life did lie This is the end of such Mens Liberty And they no better end deserve then this Who leave their Wives to follow Mistresses A Riddling description of a Lady who shall be nameless THis Lady has one of those dull handsome faces Which never sacrific'd unto the Graces And Person with as little gracefulness As has her motley face if not with less A thing made up in hast all in a bundle Just like a Bowl as round as she can trundle Her Bum the byass whence you 'll easily guess She 's naturally inclin'd to idleness And her becoming'st posture may be sed Or riding in a Coach or lying a Bed As for her other parts I 'll say no more But only she 's nor scould nor slut nor whore And this in any Woman is enough To make a Wife though not a Mistress of Who this is now for me shall ne'er be known Unless she name her self for I name none And of this size so many Ladies be None can unriddle or till which is she Love and Death's exchanging Darts or the Dying Lover LOve and Death o' th' way once meeting Having past a friendly greeting Sleep their weary eye-lids closing Lay
wild unruly Colt that instead of carrying us a gentle pace oft runs away and breaks the Riders Neck Who never consider the end for which they were created live not the lives of Rational Creatures but rather of Sensual Animals who only eat and drink and sleep We being to go to the other World when we have passed through this How can we hope to find the way thither and to be welcome when we come when we never inquire after it nor after those who are there It is a happy misfortune to be driven by storm the sooner to their Port. Sensual persons are as unfit to judge of Spiritual things as the Blind of colours or the Deaf of sounds Pleasures are like poysonous Baits which catch Fish sooner but render them nothing worth when they are caught It is to hedge in the Cuckow to seek to make a Maid honest against her will An indiscreet person gets more enemies by telling truth then others do by lying Under Officers care for no body in Court and out of Court no Body cares for them Who knows what it is to marry would be as long in chusing a as Scogan was a Tree to be hanged on Who seeks to be more feared then loved shall find themselves more hated then feared at last Who seeks his own interest and nothing else is no more a part of the Universe then a loose Stone in the Wall a part of the House or Building Detractors and Calumniators as Clippers and False Coyners are punishable alike To honor any Man for riches only is to worship the Golden Calf Money is like muck which spred abroad doth good but hoarded and heaped up is like a stinking Dunghill While every one wants something he is happy that can live on little because he can never want much Every one hath somewhat of a Fool and he is wisest who has least The Itch of Lascivious Love being the Scab of Poetry he is the best Poet who scratches it the least These and many more they had as far from Vulgar Spirited as were those who invented and those who acted them nor was it fit persons of their condition should go to the frippery for old Proverbs when they might have new when ever they pleased The EPITAPH OF Beatrix Dutchess of Lorrain who died An. 1662. SHe who alive all Vertue and Beauty was Th' one in Her Brest and th' other in Her Face Now that She 's dead just reason w'have to fear All Vertue and Beauty too are dead with Her FINIS ADDITIONAL EPIGRAMS of the Year 1674. Of our English Gallants lives or the French disease WOnder our Gallants ne'er consider how They wast their lives with living as they do While just like Tapers they at both ends light 'Twixt Wine Women they 're consumed quite Amongst the rest the French disease is that Which most consumes their Persons and Estate From which there 's scarcely any one that 's free Who but pretends to modern gallantry Nor may we wonder 't is so easily gotten When almost all their Wenches now are rotten By whatsoever Name or Title known From those wear Vizard-Masks to those wear none Mean time I can't but pitty their condition Who stand in need of Surgeon or Physitian Who with their Galen and Hippocrates But make the Cure as bad as the disease And this is that thanks to their Wenches for 't Our Gallants call a merry life and short While they 're not only infected with the Fashions But the diseases too of other Nations To a Lady who was offended with him for praising Visdamera I See you envy Visdamera's praise For excellent parts and qualities she has Whil'st other parts and qualities y'have none But bare and simple honesty alone That 's but a Cipher Nothing less ye add Some Vertue to 't by which 't is Somewhat made Or like a single Unite at the best That but foundation is of all the rest Mean time I can't but wonder how it came To Honors title and to Vertues name When Honor and Vertue in it there is none But only in Imagination Cease then in vain your Honesty to boast That 's but a Negative Vertue at the most And like the Quakers Spirit seen by none But we must take your word for it alone And know if 't make you proud 't is better be The Publican than the proud Pharisee Who whilst they think th 'ave priviledge to condemn And judge all others who 're not like to them Like such as you in fine do nothing else Whilst they judge others but condemn themselves Good wishes to a new married Pair IF joy does from enjoying take it's name And happiness be said to be the same How happy are this newly married Pair Who now arriv'd unto enjoyment are To whom whilst every friend some present brings Good wishes only are my offerings Which though they seem but offerings of the poor Angels from Heaven do often bring no more May he and she live long and happy then Envy of Women she and he of Men. The pattern of all happy Husbands he And of all happy Wives the mirror she Enjoying all the Blessings whilst they live That Fortune and Felicity can give And like Elias when they die so blest To be translated only unto rest This and all other happiness beside I wish the Noble Bridegroom and the Bride To the Countess of Shrewsbury a pious reflection on Gods goodness HOw good is God! whose love of us transcends All that of Parents or of dearest Friends Nor that of Spouse to Spouse could ere express So great a love so dear a tenderness He knows our weakness and infirmities And when we fall helps us again to rise And when h 'as lost us seeks us all about Nor ever rests until he finds us out When he 's so far from chiding us he 's more Indulgent to us than he was before So as without presumption we may boast We had been lost unless we had been lost And all this Madam y' are experienc'd now In Gods dear love and tender care of you who 'd then be so ungrateful to offend So dear a Spouse a Parent and a Friend Rather who 'd not endeavor all they cou'd To please so great a Lord so good a God Woolsey's complaint Paraphrased BAnisht and so well known where ere he went He scarce cou'd find a place for banishment As on his way he sorrowfully past Coming to Leister Abby at the last Opprest with weight of grief as well as years Woolsey to the Abbot said with many tears Behold a poor old Man Lord Abbot I Am hither come in Banishment to die Who this may truly say That had I been As careful to serve God as serve my King For all my care and all my service past I 'd ne'er been thus rewarded at the last Let all ambitious Men learn then by this How to serve God highest Ambition is And none in serving Kings comply so far As to forget how they Gods servants