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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A29623	Songs and other poems by Alex. Brome ...	Brome, Alexander, 1620-1666.	1664 (1664)	Wing B4853; ESTC R4313	148,082	391

tender years Without a tongue or wit but sighs and tears And Yet I come to offer what is mine An immolation to his honour'd shrine And retribute what he confer'd on me Either to 's person or his memory Rest pious soul and let that happy grave That is intrusted with thy Relicks have This just inscription That it holds the dust Of one that was Wise Learned Pious Just LX. An Epitaph IF beauty birth or friends or virtue cou'd Preserve from putrefaction flesh and bloud This Lady had still liv'd and had all those And all that Nature Art or Grace bestowes But death regards not bad or good All that 's mortal is his food Only here our comfort lyes Though death does all sorts confound Her better part surmounts the skies While her Body sleeps i' th ground Her soul returns to God from whom it came And her great virtues do embalm her name LXI An Epitaph upon Mrs. G. WHo ever knows or hears whose sacred bones Rest here within these monumental stones How ●ear a mother and how sweet a wife If he has bowels cannot for his life But on her ashes must some tears distill For if men will not weep this marble will EPIGRAMS Translated I. On Rome TRav'ller thou look'st for old Rome in the new And yet in Rome thou nought of Rome canst view Behold the frame of walls dis-joynted stone And the vast Theatre that 's overthrown Lo here 's Romes carkass still thou may'st behold How the new Rome is threatned by the old Learn hence the power of fate fix'd things decay But that that 's alwaies toss'd mov'd does stay II. On a Quarreller A Humorous fellow in a Tavern late Being drunk and valiant gets a broken pate The Surgeon with his instruments and skill Searche● his skull deeper and deeper still To feel his brains and tries if those were sound And as he keeps ●d● about the wound The fellow cryes Good Surgeon spare the pains When I began this brawl I had no brains III. On a Lover WHat various griefs within my breast do grow I burn yet from my flames my tears do flow I 'm Nile and Aetna both together grown For the same grief does both enflame and drown O let my tears make my strong flames expire Or let my tears be drunk up by my fire IV. On Gold IN vain was Danae clos'd in brazen Tower No brazen fort keeps out a golden showre V. To a Friend THou sent'st me Wine I 'd too much Wine before Send thirst if thou would'st send to plea●● me more VI. On Alexander GRreat Alexander thought the World too smal Which he with 's warlike hand subdu'd and beat But did not he himself most little call He in a little World could not be great VII On a Bankrupt A Bankrupt heard a Thief enter by stealth His house by night and search about for 's wealth In vain quoth he thou look'st for goods by night For I my self can see none when 't is light VIII On a Priest and a Thief A Priest did with a thief together come To th' place where he was to receive his doom Said be not sad do but believe and thou Shalt be a guest to feast with Angels now He sigh'd and said if you 'll true comfort shew Go then and take my place I 'll stay below No quoth the Priest this day I keep a fast And cannot eat until this day be past IX On Love and Death LOve once and Death chang'd weapons Death took Loves fiery dart while Cupid got Death's hook Love at the body Death at th' mind lets fly This makes old men to love and young men dye X. On Women WOmen are pleasant evils and they have Two proper seasons when in bed or grave XI On the Wolf Sentenc'd THe Countrey people once a Wolf did take That of their Sheep Lambs did havock make Some voted that he should be crucifi'd Others would have him in the fire be fry'd Some to be hew'd in pieces with a sword And to be thrown to dogs to be devour'd Among the rest one whom unlucky fate Had doom'd to th' troubles of a married State The common lot of men oh Friends sayes he Lay by your forks and ropes that knotty be The sword the fire the guns the cross the whip● Are but slight tortures I have one out-strips All those if you would punish him to th' life Fit for his crimes then let him wed a wife XII On one more learned then others THou mak'st thy self more learned then thy better● And brag'st thou know'st Greek Hebrew Latine letters Thou hast them in thy fore-head and thy hand As if th' hadst all the tongues at thy command For the executioner has made thee more Letter'd by far then thou wert e'r before XIII On Galla. BLame not fair Galla that she 'ld married be Though she be fair to one that could not see For in that thing in which she took delight And which he lov'd there is no need of sight XIV On one Lowsie and Poor A Lowsie fellow once was ask'd how he Having so many cattel poor could be He answered hence proceeds my poverty Though I 'ld sell all for nought yet none would buy XV. A happy Death LEarn to live well if thou 'ldst dye happily And that thou may'st live happy learn to dye XVI On Nero. WHen bloudy Nero his own mother slew He did not hurt her face or eyes 't is true But ripp'd her bowels up 't was justly done They'd guilt enough in breeding such a Son XVII On Love LOve is a Merchandize and Venus drove The first Monopoly Rich only Love What cannot fortune hire alas for gold When Gods themselves for this are bought and sold XVIII Rules of Drinking IF the Philosopher sayes true the first Draught ' is refeshment unto them that thirst The second mirth and wit doth still afford But perfect drunkenness issues from the third If to these rigid rules you 'l me confine Hence glasses I 'll in flagons drink my Wine XIX A vain Beastor THou need'st not boast cause thou afore does go If that be honour my dog does so too XX. To Momus THou call'st me begger Momus and dost tell I must not triumph so nor so much swell Because I have but little and yet that Is not my own but other Mens Estate Why shouldst thou thus upbraid me with my want Must I be blam'd because my fortunes scant I 'm honest still thou liv'st by theft alone Between us two the difference is none For both of us on others bread do dine Only thou steal'st thy meat I beg for mine XXI On Phillis Tears WHen Phillis comes t' her husbands grave she brings No garlands nor with Odorif'rous things Sprinkles the ground only her tears doth shed Upon the grave wherein her joy was laid The flowers do straight spring up as if she had power To ripen with her eyes and moysten with her showre XXII On a proud Fool● THou call'st me ignorant 't