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Epigrams theological, philosophical, and romantick also the Socratick session, or, The arraignment and conviction of Julius Scaliger : with other select poems / by S. Sheppard.
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Sheppard, S. (Samuel)
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* HECTOR Priamides and stronger farre Then big-bon'd Ajax that thy skill did shine Suparlatively in Warrs art to thine That Caesars vici was but slow that all Which makes an able Statesman thou migh'st call Thine and thine onely that thy mighty Soule Dispans'd extended unto either Pole Truth must acknowledge that thy Royall Lord Durst to have morgag'd unto thee his Sword So great his confidence during whose Reigne Thou shon'st a Constellation next his Waine And t is not yet decided whether thou Or he were more resplendent on thy brow Sate Terror mixt with Wisedome and at once Saturne and Hermes in thy Countenance Second Sejanus in thy fall we see Nosce teipsum was not known to thee EPIG 40. On the Death of the truely learned and exquisitely Vertuous I. D. Esquire VVHen Fates impartial hand shall summon me It will increase my Joy to visite thee Yet we must sympathize and on thy Herse Powre out a Sable teare to write a Verse With your swart weeds my Azure lines agree Amourners beauty is deformity Blame not the * The Parcae Three for this sad Fate they do Consume themselves in teares as well as you 'T was not their will so faire a flower should stay So short a time and fade so soone away They had resolv'd upon this common State He should have acted out old Nestors Age While they their over-busied hands conjoyne With curious Art to draw the fatall twine To a full length they forc'd the same so small That unawares alack it brake withall And all but right should they do heaven wrong To keep his precious Soule on Earth so long That long'd to part should they his Joyes repreive And kill him thus by keeping him alive Heaven then took pitty and could not dispence With this their kindnesse therefore Rap't him hence EPIG 41. A Cobler to Plato on his Commonwealth ARistos Son behold wee all agree To have the Government prescrib'd by thee And sit enthron'd even in our drudgerie EPIG 42. To Mr. G. K. SIr I do runne but you attaine the prize 'T is better to be Fortunate then Wise Besides by Randalle's Exit it appeares Witt 's a Disease that kills men in few yeares Which bids me this Prediction freely give Longer then Nestor you are like to live EPIG 43. To Will Lee the Bookseller at Pauls Chaine SYrrah thou art so base a Foole that I Think thee not worth my Anger else I 'de try In ARCHILOCHVS tone so loude to sing With a Quill borrowed from a Ravens wing Penning such fatall Scripture thou thou Elfe But hearing it should'st streightway hang thy selfe But I am mercifull repent thy ill And know no sword cutts deeper then my Quill EPIG 44. To Lydia scorning him I Care not now still harden know that I By viewing thee begin to Petrefie Though thou art Rockie yet the Gods assent I am the stone must be thy Monument EPIG 45. To I. Buzby TH' art not in debt thou swear'st and I dare say it For those alone do owe that meane to pay it EPIG 46. Epitaph on Mr. Fountaine and his young Son dying and being buried together in one Grave FOuntaine of teares shed here here lies a man In whom a Fount of Learning gliding ran Yet cruell death this living Fountaine stop'd The pleasant Palme that grew beside it crop't You may search farr and yet not find a Well Fit with this matchlesse Fount to paralell EPIG 47. The deliverance from a garrulous vain-glorious Scholar in Sion Coledge TO I. P's Chamber I one day resorted Where the young man to me rare things imparted As first his Study full of Learned Books On which I dare be sworn he seldome looks Then next a Chamber at the Eastern end Thereof a bed to entertaine a Friend Then led he me towards a gloomie hole Quoth he this is repleat with Wood and Coale Not so well stuff'd was Epeus Brazen steed Then he discover'd boxes full of seed Which fed his Finches and Canary-Birds And then he led me to his house of Gravely Discoursing all the tedious way That Athanasius in a Cistern lay Fearefull of Arius seven yeares and more Not halfe so sweet then next he op'd a dore Discovers a large Shelfe of Boots and Shoes Refulgent Sol said I that al things views Rescue oh rescue me great Dietie This Foole will kill me with 's discovery Apollo heard one towards us did advance And so great Phoebus saved me by chance The end of the Fourth Book EPIGRAMS THE FIFTH BOOK EPIG 1. To Lydia TO thee faire Nymph my life my love my gaze Thought-chaste Dictinna Natures onely maze More Lovely then was bright Astioche Or Junos hand-mayd sacred Diope I didicate these labours Read I pray For thine eyes stellifie all they survey EPIG 2. Vnmanly Feare THunder affrighteth Infants in the Schooles And Threatnings are the Conquerours of Fooles EPIG 3. To Cap. Purvey True Vallour ever accompanied with deliberate Advice RAsh Isidas the Lacedemon Lord That naked fought against the Theban power Although they crownd his Vallour by accord Yet was he fin'd for rashnesse that same hour For in attempting Prowesse is not meant But wisely doing what we do attempt EPIG 4. A Callidonians Character A * Scotland anciently called Callidonia Callidonian ever at his birth Doth enter Hell and when he goes from Earth He leaves tormenting Tophet wonderous well Assur'd there cannot be a worser Hell EPIG 5. To Mr. E. H. Complaining of his Wife SIr be content let this your hopes uphold Venus was but a Queane Juno a Scold EPIG 6. Sir John Harringtons translation of Ariosto ARiost beyond Protagoras did lim ' Better then Zeuxes could th' hast rendred him EPIG 7. Uni omnia sola Cur ego felici numeros ab Apolline poscam Cur Pindi aerij culmina nota velim Cur mea Daphneae cingant ut tempora laurus Ex Aganipaeo pocula fonte petam Cur ego lascivam Venerem Venerisque puellum Suppliciter multa solicitabo prece Telaque plus metuam pueri quam mille Phalanges Et plusquam Aegiochi fulmina rauca faces Quid pharetram ex humeris pueri sine fine sonantem Vdave ne lachrymis lumina sepe fluant Quid toties ducam suspiria pectore ab inâ—o Quid cadet aversos ante querela Deos Perdere si certo potis es me sola dolore Solaque me certa Nympha levare manu Adspice quam ô variis distringar Lydia curis Adspice quam ô nulla parte quiescat Amor Tu mihi sola quies quae fix'ti vulnera amoris Quaeque noces medicam sola adhibebis opem Nam mihi tu Phaebus to Pindus Laurus unda Tu mihi blanda Venus tu mihi dulcis Amor Tela Faces Pharetrae Lachrymae Suspiria Questus Omnia at hei quum sis cur ita nulla meaes EPIG 8. To Mr. John Sands on his excellent Water-Worke called the Chaos FRiend thou the Chaos hast in every part So well expressed by the power
and faire Ariadne By power Divine Bright Constellations shine Yeild and I le out-play * HORACE Him of Venusia Striking mute The Alcian Lute My musick shall constraine The sad * HERACLITUS Ephesian In mirth for to delight Beyond the * DEMOCRITUS Abderite It is in me To give Eternitie Unto thy Name Or else to blast the same All that I crave Is Love for Love to have EPIG 6. To the most excellent Poet Sir William Davenant VVHat though some shallow Sciolists dare prate And scoffing thee Apollo nauseate What Venus hath snatch'd from thee cruelly Minerva with advantage doth supply Johnson is dead let Sherly stoope to Fate And thou alone art Poet Lawreate EPIG 7. Sperandum esse QVid jam est quod ante non se Invenit esse quid jam est Quod non erit futuri Revolutione ab aevi Quod jam vides vbique Subito recedet non Existet idem at illud Quod non erat subinde Exurget hinc peribit Ita nil vetus novumve est Speremus ergo non si Male nunc olim erit sic EPIG 8. Of Sillius SIllius himselfe doth to the Starres apply And saies they are the Book of Destiny List he to ride in 's Coach but to Mile-End By the Almanack he doth the houre attend If his eye-corner itch the remedy From calculation of 's Nativity He fetches but at this I wonder much How he should break his neck whose skill was such EPIG 9. The fall of the Druinian Oake THe clap of this dire thunder sounds From Ganges to Aleides bounds Earths Monarks stand amazed all To heare an Act so Tragicall They Rest forsake Repast forbeare And do the selfe same fortune feare EPIG 10. To my Friend Lucius Varrus HOw can I chuse but like mount Aetna glow Though I Carussa made my drink each day Or fed on frigid lettice and lay low Upon the humble earth Love to allay Her skin for whitenesse passeth Atlas snow Her cheeks the Roses that in Jury grow Her crisped locks do out shine Lybian Gold Her teeth the pearles in stately Ormâ—â—s sold Her lipps as Cherries breath as inceâ—se slow Her eyes as to pure Chrystall Heavens show Her tongue like Lydian Musick doth delight Then how can I Friend Varrus want her sight Her presence can alone preserve my breath Her losse to me is Famine War and Death EPIG 11. De Cupidine arante VAcum puer pharetram Positoque liber arcu Caepit repents curvi Prensare dentem aratri Verum movere terrae Glebas Deo volenti Torvus per arva taurus Quae situs inque toto Armenta nulla campo Iratus ergo patris Domum intuâ—tur igneam Et opus quid inquit orac Terrarum obire nobis Quum servet ipse Olympus Taurum mihi toâ—ante EPIG 12. Carbo the Courtier CArbo a great Astrologer is grown The Plannets motions unto him are known And all the Signes he most judiciously Observ's black patches under either eye He places and so variable proves He them misplaces as the Signe removes Nor Warlike Mars nor potent Jupiter Were Rulers at his birth but onely her Whom * Paris Alexander gave the Apple to For which Saturniae wrought the Trojans woe That fatall Apple which faire Illion fir'd Is mightily by this Musk cat desir'd Variety of Females make his skin Look parch'd and all his marrow frie within EPIG 13. On a Lady singing VVHat Heavenly sounds inchant my eares Passing the Musick of the Spheares Me thinks I heare a Mellodie Better then Arions harmonie The quavering of a well tun'd voyce Making a most Celestiall noise Angel-like Quires that sing in Heaven The Muses Nine the Plannets Seven Stand still and listning do admire These songs equall t' Apollos Lyre EPIG 14. To my noble Friend Van Velsen the merited praise of the famous Citty of Amsterdam BElgias bright glory we may call This Towne who from the Rivers fall Call'd DAM hath name the People ne're For ought save clothes and meat did care Hence Amsterdam and with the name Its Fortune hath increas'd and Fame Known to farr Coasts and Continents And may well for the good it vents T is Rich in corne in Flesh and Fish And all that Heart can think or wish And to speake truth it seemes to hold Tage Hermus and Pactolus gold EPIG 15. Epitaph on Prince Henry HEre lies Prince Henry I dare say no more Lest after times this Sepulcher Adore EPIG 16. The Lady E. D. had her Picture drawn thus IN her faire hand just overthwart her wombe A green bay-branch one sprig whereof did come Up to her Heart another downward ranne Shading the place of procreation And crosse the branch these words all might espie Fetch'd from the Fields Here let me never die Upon the upper sprig was written HITHER Upon the lower who would not come THITHER EPIG 17. Joves Cup-Bearer SWeet Ganimed snatch'd fvom the Idean Hill By Joves appointment Nectar for to fill Unto him and the rest o' th' Dieties The Allegory fitly this implies Ganimed or the understanding Soule The beauteous mind not clog'd with error foule So drawing neare the nature of great Jove Is rap't to Heaven by his Eternall love EPIG 18. Wicked Myrha VVHat will none serve for to allay thy fire Is there no young man abler then thâ— Syâ— For to content thee See she hath her will Her Father sports with her all night untill Aurora blushes thou had'st ne're more need Lady to leave old Tythons bed with speed See the old man when he beholds her face Knows t is his Daughter and bewailes his case Her crime he 'd expiate with her hot blood Behold she flies into a neighbouring wood Not worthy for to breath the Gods Decree She is transformed to a weeping Tree EPIG 19. To Cupid GOd of hearts Prithee be gon Forsake my homely Mansion Thy Diety is all to great On Parsly for too make thy meat Such as to my Lares I Offer up nocturnally Lucullus doth not harbor here But Cato with his beard austere EPIG 20. Homers Prophesie of our Saviours Incarnation and Passion c. Odiss 12. THE FABLE THe Inferior Gods saith Homer once did vie With Saturns Son for the Supremacie His Balls and flashie fumes they overcome And doome him to the Mare Mortuum Ore which no bird what e're unstruck with death Can stretch her wings so poysonous a breath The Lake evaporates it ever fries Ejecting Bitumen unto the skies Therefore the Grecian Bards thought fit to name This Pond Avernus to expresse the same In its true nature here the once great Jove Sit's a sad exile no one dares to prove A danger for his rescue he must lie Secluded here untill he starve and die But the Olympick Thunderer must not so Perish i' th' dark twelve Doves together goe Conglomerating in a winged dance Over the lake of Sodome they advance To the distressed God they Nectar bring Which tasted He againe is Lord and King Of Heaven