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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A07319	Epigrams diuine and morall. By Edvv. May, Gent	May, Edward, Gent.	1633 (1633)	STC 17708; ESTC S109945	25,192	80

ha's rules prescribd but lust has none 91 To Flora. VVHē dusky clouds do snake their dewy plumes And the sad earth exhales her mistie fumes When pearly showres fall the Sun is fled And each thing droopes the violet hangs her head Then muse not Flora why I sad remaine My flowing eyes distill soft showres of raine And all my powers melt for lacke of thee For thou my Sunne art gone away from me 92 To Callus GAllus finds fault with such as doe indite In a new phrase when they doe letters write The reason why he thinkes this an abuse is He keepes an old one serues him for all vses 93 To Lupus THe garments of S. Francis Papists say Will keepe ' vm safe and fright the fiend away And therefore Lupus when that he is gone To commit theft or mischife gets them on But although he a Fryars habit haue The diuell sure will know him for a knaue 94 Who are most merry THe Popish Priests most mirth doe keepe For they doe sing whilst others weepe 95 Who most free PHysicians are most free for they haue leaue To kill and yet no punishment receiue 96 Who most mad NIice schollers are most mad that fight swear Onely 'bout vowels and for sound and ayre 97 Who most blest THe poore are blest that are content With whatsoeuer God has sent 98 Of Marriage THe quietest Mariage that I e're could finde Is when the Husband 's deafe the wuc blind 99 To Vacera IF Vacera you strictly doe behold You by her face would iudge her to be old But if you by her haires her yeares doe scan I doe confesse she 's but an Infant than 100 To Zoylus HEre 's seuerall baits then Zoylus come and bite Alas poore foole they do not terme thee right That terme thee vitious thinking so to gall thee For thou art vice it selfe and so I 'le call thee The end of the first Century 1 A Comparison betwixt a Shippe and a Wife A Ship and a good wife should thus agree That being the greatest moueable we see Man can enioy and yet our art doth learne To rule and guide it by a little sterne So should a woman with obedient will Be rul'd and gouern'd by her husbands skill And as it sayles by sounding compasse care To judgement and discretion must prepare Her wayes and actions that though enuy blow She may resist and triumph o're her foe Here must she differ and be thus vnlike For as one Vessell may her top-sayle strike To many Merchants so there must be none Haue any share or right in her but one Then as a ship of all goods man can haue May not be hous'd a wife should neuer craue To gad or lye abroad and to conclude Ships may be painted women neuer should 2 On the Eyes THe eye-lid's the least member yet it car And has the power to darken the whole man 4 Mors vltima linea rerum THe Clergy prayers for all to heauen sends The bold and valiant souldier all defends The rusticke Clowne does nourish all and feed And last comes death deuouring all with speed 5 On Manuscripts THough the word spoken liue the written dye Yet that shall end this liue eternally 6 On a Cut-purse A Cut-purse is the best trade in the land For his worke done his mony 's in his hand 7 On a shee Papish A Young she Papist asked best was which To wed a young man or an old man rich Quoth one the old so thou 't be sure to keep Enow of fasting dayes and little sleepe 8 ●n Mr. Robert Cromwell who for poysoning his Master was executed at Tiburne on Saturday Iune 2. 1632. IT is a common weaknesse in our blood To loath that Potion which may doe vs good But in diseases dangerous 't is fit To vse like cure that may remedy it And Cromwell though the Law was vnto thee A bitter pill yet did it purge thee free Neither could vpright Iustice more expresse In way of pittie or in right doe lesse Astrea weigh'd thy crime with euen hand And though thy peece was faire wherein did stand A perfect Image yet to light it was By many graines and could not rightly passe Not with allowance but againe thou must Being cast and fil'd anew resolue to dust Yet though thou wer 't condemn'd by th' reuerend Big with thy guilt thy happy soule did draw The breath of Innocents which perfum'd thy path To heauen with sweets more then Elizium hath And sacred Priests to thousand weeping eyes Acknowledg'd thee a destin'd sacrifice What reuelation or what holy flame Mounted thy drooping thoughts so yong so lame As thy fault made thee swan-like at thy end To chant such diuine Anthems Did attend Legions of Angels on thee at that time Thou wer 't to suffer didst thou heare the chime Of the Coelestiall spheares that thy glad spright Seem'd to be rauish'd with such free delight Thou hopd'st more Angels were attending on thee Then at thy death were eyes to graze vpon thee The good sould Iudges most vprightly gaue Thee guilty for th' offence due to the graue And thou a fellon wert at thy last breath Like the good Theef thou stoll'st heauē at thy death Iustly the Law condemn'd thee and thy spot Was plaine and euident yet that grosse blot Diuinitie has wip'd out thou now art euen The Law of man's fulfill'd and will of heauen We must nor say 't is pittie thou didd'st dye Because we all are mortall nor will I Say thou art guilty of that vild offence Thou suffer'dst for nor crowne thy innocence Onely to this an answer Me receiue Shall we the Gospell or the Law beleeue On two Louers George and Besse MY better fate my sight blest with a paire Of young and gentle louers both so faire That in my rauisht thoughts the tale did moue Of young Adonis and the Queene of loue But here this Adon woo'd one of such price That had fraile man another Paradice One Necter'd Cherry from her tempting lip Would make him lose it did he but sip Some of her precious and preseruing breath He could not dye despite of fate or death The rugged Ayre grew gentle at her sight Ten thousand starres as she did walke by night Hasted to see her e're the Moone could rise And did receiue bright lustre from her eyes To guild the gloomy Eue Nature must seeke Some quainter name the pure flood in her cheeke Does cause the Roses blush her virgine hue Makes Lilies droop their heads and shed their dew Instead of teares grow pale with shame and dye When they are cald by some o're hasty eye To match those milky paths which seem'd to trace Along her snowie bosome from her face Her lips a pretty bird vpon a day Mistooke for Cherries and had pin'd away For want of food but that her balmine breath Preseru'd the innocent from cruell death And euer since scorning all other fare It 's a Camelion cal'd and liues by Ayre

dayes after it If thou sayst true Elisia then I sweare In all thy life thou ne're didst eate a hate 23 To Thraso VItious and euill minded men there be But honest Thraso this is naught to thee Castor keepes whores who 'le feel●●he smart but he And honest Thraso c. Gnat●o a dice consumes his state we see But honest Thraso c. He sits vp la●e and vainely watch doth keepe T●ou in thy bed all nigh dest●oundly sleepe C●luns from Lu●u● d● but neuer free But honest Thraso c. Thou nothing ow'st nor none can doe thee wrong Yet there are some things doe to thee belong Thy c●oaths are pawn'd set them at liberty This Thraso only does belong to thee Not one will trust thee for a doyt againe This Thraso vnto thee does appertaine Thy wife does giue thee horns this great wrong Does most my Thraso vnto thee belong Much more there is but what belongs to thee Does not good Thraso appertaine to me 24 On Arria and Paetus Paetus commanded by the Tyrants will With his own sword his own dear blood to spil His chast wife Arria being present by First tooke the sword and with a scornfull eye Beheld the Tyrant saying Monster know Though it is in thy power at one blow To kill two bodies yet our soules shall fleet Hence spight of thee and in Elizium meet Thy cruell doome pronounc'd shall make vs blest And saying so she pierc'd her noble brest Then drew it forth and gaue the bloody blade Vnto her dearest husband and thus said My faithfull Patus what I now haue done Does grieue me not but when the sword shall run Through thy heart that heart I lou'd so well The thought of that to me alone is hell Yet sweet make hast to ouertake her breath Flew with that word her selfe o'retane by death 26 To Luper LVper when late I did thee sitting see Me thoght I saw three men which cousen'd me Thy bald patc 't was where stood one patch of hair Another here likewise another there Afraid of one another and so seene As if in facions they had parted beene Thy Crowne was bare where many an ally was In which there grew not halfe a blade of grasse Yet thy head yeelds vnto thee profit when The Emperors dole is giuen other men Onely one basket haue but thou hast three But haue a care if thee Alcides see Before grim Pluto's gate thou art but dead So like to three-chapt Cerberus is thy head 27 On Leander LEander sinking cry'd vnto the waues Spare me you seas spare me you liquid g●aue● Vntill my Hero I haue seene be still And spare me now then drowne me if you will 28 To Flora. MY dearest Flora it is wondrous strange That one so faire should subiect be to change For in an April day there cannot be More change of wethers then there 's change in thee Sometimes thou full of pleasure dost appeare And then thou swear'st thou only hold'st me deare Straight in a franticke vaine thou fl●'st away Nor haue I power to entreat thee stay Againe that humor off thou art more kind Then louing Turtle or the Southerne wind Now thou ma●'st much of me and now againe Thou break'st thy vowes and put'st me vnto paine Would Tantalus my case were like to thine Thy punishment's to be in waues and pine Bu● 't is a greater plague to be a dry And yet not drinke when Nectar standeth by 29 To a naughty Lawyer THou dost the Court with noyse businesse fill And pra●'st talk'st as if thou hadst great skill I' th Law yes faith thou hast as much as need Need has no Law nor thou hast none indeed 30 To Labine THou married hast a wife deform'd and blacke And yet no wealthy substance did she lacke Her didst thou choose wisely to set thee free For hands to feele not for thine eyes to see 31 To marke a Vsurer MArke miserable wretch as I heare say Would needs go hang himsefle the other day But thus he was deceiued of his hope F●● vnder three pence he could buy no rope Oh sie quoth he the price amaz'd the Elfe Two pence halfe penny he gaue hang'd himselfe 32 To Marcus MArcus being drunke o're night his bed does keepe Till noone next day dots Marcus soundly sleepe And being bid by some that doe him know To yeeld a reason why he sleepeth so He makes reply why does not Dauid say 'T is vanity in man to rise e're day 33 The Louers Enigma Sum sine Deo sum sine te sum sine me WHat power shall I inuoke and to whom turne me To thaw my Ice or quench the fire does burne me I see my folly count it worthy blame And yet haue no fig-leafe to hide my shame Is there an Art vnto our memory set And can we not as well learne to forget Oh no for trifles we estreme as rare When they are purchas'd with much cost and care Like Tantalus I onely feast mine eye And court my shadow that does from me flye As the poore Moath my funerall flame I fan In louing thee I leaue to be a man And what a man should be and am become Bankrout in paying vnto thee a summe Of faithfull teares and constant vowes nay more I am without God for I doe adore And seeke thee more then him for thee I pine Yet am without thee ' cause thou art not mine And what most weighes me downe into my graue I am without my selfe being thy slaue Iudge then my case how strange it is and odde Without thee I 'me without my selfe and God 34 To his Mistris who found fault with him AS your bright eyes discouer my amisse So your faire lips may cure me with a kisse Then if I am not good the fault 's in you That spaire your kisses and to mend me too 35 To his cruell mistris FAire cruel Mistris since nor prayers nor teares Can moue your pitie nor my tender yeares Yet since your heart is stone oh giue giue consent To let it be my true hearts monument 36 To Lacon I Asked Lacon that was lately wed Why such a little wise he had chose to bed Oh friend quoth he I hold it for the best Still of all euils for to choose the least 37 To a Braggart SInce Sturdy thou canst better fart then fight Take S away and thou art such a wight 38 On a woman and a ship A Goodly ship a faire and wanton woman For mans vse both created and both common Such is their natures their condition such That they can ne're be trick'd or trimd too much 39 On the Sun and mans thought WHat in the world is swifter then the Sun That in a day the orbed round doth run The thought of man whose quicke and fleeter force Does in a moment circle the same course 40 On the Pope A Glorious seat and most imperiall state The Pope has purchas'd after this lifes date For heauen he doth continually sell