eye shall see nor vet the sun Descrie what thee and I have done The God of love himself hose dart Did first peirce mine and next thy heart He shall not know that we can tell What sweets in stoln cmoracemâ—nts dwell Onely this meanes may find it out If when I dy Phisians doubt What caus'd my death and they to view Of all the judgements that are true Rip up my heart oh then I feare The world will find thy picture there 269 To Mr. Ben. Iohnson demanding the reason why he call'd his playes â—arks Pray tell me Ben where doth the mistery lurke What others call a play you call a worke 270 Thus answer'd by a friendin Mr. Iohâ—sons defence The authors friend thus for the author sayes Bens plays are works when others works are plaies 271 Tempus edax rerum The sweetest flower in the summers prime By all agreement is the damaske rose Which if it grow anâ— be not pluck'd in time She sheds her leaves her buds their sent do loose Oh let not things of worth for want of use Fall into all consuming times abuse The sweetest work that ever nature fram'd By all agreement is a virgins face Which not enjoy'd her white and red will fade And unto all worm eating time give place Oh let not things of worth for want of use Fall into all consuming times abuse 272 Ad Aristarchum Be not agriev'd my humerous lines afford Of looser language here and there a word Who undertakes to sweep a common sinke I cannot blame him though his broome do stinke 273 To his Mrs. Thou send'st to me a heart was Crown'd I tooke it to be thine But when I saw it had a wound I knew that heart was mine A bounty of a strange conceit To send mine own to me And send it in a worse estate Then when it came to thee The heart I gave thee had no staine It was intire and sound But thou hast sent it back againe Sick of a deadly wound Oh heavens how wouldst thou use a heart That should rebellious be When thou hast kill'd me with a dart That so much honor'd thee 274 On a charming beauty I 'le gaze no more on that bewitched face Since ruin harbors there in every place For my inchanted soul alike she drowns With calms and tempests of her smiles and frowns I 'le love no more those cruell eyes of hers Which pleas'd or anger'd still are murtherers For if she dart like lightning through the ayre Her beames of wrath she kils me with despaire If she behold me with a pleasing eye I surfet with excesse of joy and dy 275 Covetous persons Patrons are latrons then by this Th' are worst of greedy people Whose cognizance a wolfes head is And is his mouth a steeple 276 On a dyer Who hath time hath life that he denies This man hath both yet still he dyes 277 Non verber a sed verba Two Schollers late appointed for the field Must which was weakest to the other yeeld The quarrell first began about a word Which now should be decided by the sword But er'e they drew there fell that alteration As they grew friends againe by disputation 278 In Octavium Octavius lying at the point of death His gelding kindly did to me bequeath I wanted one and was in haste to ride In better time he never could have di'd 279 Ofletting In bed a yong man with his old wife lay O wife quoth he I've let a thing to day By which I feare I am a looser much His wife replyes youths bargaines still are such So turning from him angry at her heart She unawares let out a thundring Oh wife quoth he no looser I am now A marv'lous saver I am made by you Yong men that old wives have may never fell Because old wives quoth he let things so well 280 In Dossum Dosse riding forth the wind was very big And strained court'sie with his perriwig Leaving his sconce behind so voyd of haire As Esops crow might breake her oyster there Foole he to thinke his haire could tarry fast When Bore as teares up forests with a blast 281 Post dulcia finis amarus Ienkin a welshman that had suires in law Journying to London chanc'd to steale a cow For which pox on her luck as ne're man saw Was burnt within the fist and know not how Being ask'd if well the lawes with him did stand Was have her now quoth Ienkin in her hand 282 In Miâ—cam Fine Minca lisping yea and no forsooth Though little ears yet keeps a dainty tooth Minca that longs for apples on the tree In May before the blossomes fallen be Or will not eate a Kentish cherry down But for a couple when she payes a crown And cares not for a straw-berry or peare In truth because th' are common every where Yet what is that which may be had for reason And never comes to Minca out of season 283 Feminae ludifieantur viâ—os Kind Katherine to her husb and kist these words Mine own sweet Will how dearly do I love thee â— If true quoth Will the world no such affords And that it 's true I durst his warrant bee For ne're heard I of woman good or ill But alwayes loved best her own sweet will 284 Ad Tâ—sserum Tusser they tell me when thou wert alive Thou teaching thrift thy self couldst never thrive So like the whetstone many men are wont To sharpen others when themselves are blunt 285 Praestar videri quâ—messe Clitâ—s with clients is well customed That hath the laws but little studied No matter Clitus so they bring their fees How ill â—he case and thy advice agrees 286 Tunâ—â—ua res agitur A jealous merchant that a saylor met Ask'd him the reason why he meant to marry Knowing what ill their absence might beget That still at sea constrained are to tarry Sir quoth the Saylor think you that so strange 'T is done the time whiles you but walke th' exchange 287 A conference A Dane a Spaniard a Polonian My selfe a Swisse with a Hungarian At supper met discoursed each with other Drank laught yet none that understood another 288 In Marcum Marcus is not a hypocrite and why He flyes all good to fly hypocrifie 289 Quid â—on verba suadeant Sextus halfe salv'd his credit with a jest That at a reckoning this devise had got When he should come to draw amongst the rest And saw each man had coine himselfe had not His empty pocket feels and 'gins to say In sadnes firs here 's not a crosse to pay 290 Stupid Binus Sith time flyes fast away his fastest flight Binus prevents with dreaming day and night 291 In divites Rich men their wealth as children rattles keep When playd a while with 't then they fall asleep 292 In Fannium What furi 's this his foe whilst Fannius flyes He kils himselfe for feare of death he dies 293 To Vellius Thou swearest I bowle as well as most men doe The most are
so sore He rank Recusant comes to Church no more 175 On two striving together Two falling out into a ditch they fell Their falling out was ill but in was well 176 On Musique I want a quill out of an Angels wing To write sweet musike's everlasting praise I likewise want an Angels voice to sing A wished anâ—hem to her happy dayes Then since I want an angels voice and pen Let angels write and sing I 'le say amen 177 On Tobacco Times great consumer cause of idlenes Old whorehouse hunter cause of drunkennes Bewitching smoake vainest wealths consumer Abuse of wit stinking breath's perfumer Cause of entrailes blacknes bodyes dyer Cause of nature's slacknesse quenching her fire Offence to many bringing good to none Ev'n be thou hack'd till thou art burnt and gone 178 Claudianus de Sphaerâ—a Archimedis When Iove within a little glasse survay'd The heavens he smil'd and to the Gods thus sayd Can strength of mortall wit proceed thus far Loe in a fraile orbe my works mated are Hither the Syracuâ—ians art translates Heavens form the course of things and humane fates Th' including spirit serving the star-deck'd signes The living work inconstant motion windes Th' adult ' rate zodiaque runs a naturall yeere And Cyntsias forg'd horns monethly new light bear Viewing her own world now bold industry Triumphs and rules with humane power the sky 179 On Caelia In Caelia's face a question did arise Which were more beautifull her lips or eyes We say the eyes send forth those pointed darts Which pierce the hardest adamantine hearts From us reply the lips proceed those blisses Which lovers reap by kind words and sweet kisses Then wept the eyes and from their eyes did pow'r Of liquid Orientall pearle a shower Whereat the lips mov'd with delight and pleasure Through a sweet smile â—â—lock'd their I vory treasure And bad love judge whether did ad more grace Weeping or smiling pearls to Câ—lia's face 180 On Chloris walking in the snow I saw faire Chloris walke alone When feather'd raine came softly down Then Iove descended from â—is Tower To court her in a silver shower The wanton snow flew to her brest Like little birds into their nest But overcome with whitenes there For greiâ—e it thaw'd into a teare Then falling down her garment hâ—m To deck her froze into a gem 181 To a Shoomaker What bootes it thee to follow such a trade That 's alwaies under foot and underlaid 112 Youth and Age. Age is deformed youth unkind Wee scorn their bodies they our mind 183 To Loquax Loquâ—x to hold thy tongue would do thee wrong For thou would ' st be no man but for thy tongue 184 Death The lives of men seem in two seas to swim Death comes to young folks and old goe to him 185 A disparity Children fondly blad truth fools their brothers Women have learn'd more wisdom of their mothers 186. To Mak dict Thou speake st ill not to give men their dues But speakestill because thou canst not chuse 187 Womens propertiâ—s To weep oft still to flatter sometimes spin Are properties women excell men in 188 Interpone tuis c. Not mirth nor care alone but inter-wreathed Care gets mirth stomacke mirâ—h makes care long breathed 189 Womens teares When women weep in their dissembling art Their teares are sauce to their malicious heart 190 Pot-Poets Poet and pot differ but in a letter Which makes the Poet love the pot the better 191 Content Content is all we ayme at with our store If that be had with little what needs more 192 Fast and loose Paphus was marry'd all in haste And now to rack doth run So knitting of himself too fast He hath himself undone 193 On Gervase A double gelding Gervase did provide That he and 's wife to see their friends might ride And he a double gelding prov'd indeed For he so suddenly fell to his speed That both alight with blows and threats among He leads him and his wife drives him along 194 Tortus Tortus accus'd to lye to fawn to flatter Said he but set a good face on the matter Then sure he borrow'd it for 't is well known Tortus ne're wore a good face of his own 195 ANNAGRAMS Thomâ—s Egerton 1 anagr. Honors met age Honors met age and seeking where to rest Agreed to lodge and harbour in thy brest 196 On Captâ—ine Iohn Came-age 2 anagr. Age-came When perils I by land and sea had past Age came to summon me to death at last 197 Christopher Lindall 3 anagr. I offer lend Christ all Thaâ— with this Epigram thy deeds agree They well know that did ever well know thee 198 Iohn Rysdon 4 anagr. In honors dy Thy actions friend declare thy noble mind And to the world thy reall worth proclaime That fame her self cannot thy equall find To paralell thy glory and thy name On onward still from no good action fly Who lives like thee cann't but in honors dy 199 On the same I ne're will credit any powerfull fare Can turn thy glory to a waning state Thou â—till wilt be thy self therefore say I In honors thou shalt live but never dy 200 Phineas Fletcher 5 anagr. Hath Spencer life Or Spencer hath life That Spencer liveth none can ignorant be That reads his works Fletcher or knoweth thee 201 Mrs. Elizabeth Noell 6 anagr. holinesse be still my star The safest conduct to the port of blisse Lyes not in brittle honor for by this We often loose our way to shun this bar To heaven holines be still my star 202. My lot is blisse â—ternall The world 's a lottry full of various chances Whereof each draws a share as fortune fancies Among the rest that ayme at things supernall I 've drawn and find my lot is blisse eternall 203 I shall smite no ill brest The common way to wound mens hearts I shun Nor with meere outside am I to be won Vertue may move me for it crowns the best But I shall smite no ill or lustfull brest 204 My blisse on earth's little Honors are faire but fading flowers which give Delight to those that gather them but live Not ever flowrishing this truth I find Too truely in my selfe by fate assign'd For having all I see that all 's but but brittle And even at best my blisse on earth 's but little 205 See my heart is still noble Thongh fortune frowns and fate suppres my will Yet see the lucke my heart is noble still 206 A riddle Thoughts Searching c Valued Love may B Truth never tyes Too A foole y y If have part WR 207 Another being a translation Est aliis servire tenetur Iure qui sum servire necesse est Iure tibi me Te nulli cunctos ant are videris Qui cunctos bos laude ant fero cunctis Thus Englished ling bound to serve his Mr's hands An is you bound to do your high commandâ— I 'me and None's you you all are then I 'le you praise other
this monstrous birth abortive be Or else I will shake hands with poetrie 497 A Serving man One to a Serving man this councell sent To get a Master that 's intelligent Then if of him no wages he could get Yet he would understand he 's in his debt 498 Two Theeves Two Theeves by night began a lock to pick One in the house awake thus answer'd quick Why how now what a stir you there do keep Goe home again we are not yet asleep 499 A Physitian and a Farrier A neate Physitian for a Farrier sends To dresse his horse promising him amends Nay quoth the Farrier amends is made For nothing do we take of our own trade 500 A poore Peasant A poore man being sent for to the King Began to covet much a certaine thing Before he went being but an Iron naile His friend did aske him what it would availe Quoth he this is as good as one of steele For me to knock now into fortunes wheele 501 Three Pages Three Pages on a time together met And made a motion that each one would let The other know what hee 'd desire to be Having his wish thereto they did agree Quoth one to be a Melon I would chuse For then I 'm sure none would refuse To kisse my breech although the sent were hot And so they 'd know whether I were good or not 502 A Gentleman and his Phisitian A Gentleman not richest in discretion Was alwayes sending for his own phisition And on a time he needs would of him know What was the cause his pulse did go so slow Why quoth the Doctor thus it comes to passe Must needs go slow which goes upon an asse 503 A Peasant and his wife A Peasant with his wife was almost wilde To understand his Daughter was with childe And said if to the girle sh 'ad taken heed Sh 'ad not been guilty of so foule a deed Husband said she I sweare by cock Welfare a good old token The Devâ—ll him selfe can't keep that lock Which every key can open 504 G-L-Asse He that loves Glasse without a G Leave out L and that is hee Nihil hic nisi carmina desunt EPITAPHS 1. On a travelling begger HEre lies a Vagrant person whom our lawes Of late growne strict denied passage cause Hee wandred thus therefore returne he must From whence at first he hither came to dust 2. On a Mason So long the Mason wrought on other's walles That his owne house of clay to ruine falles No wonder spitefull death wrought his annoy He us'd to build and death seekes to destroy 3. On a Dyer Though death the Dyer colour-lesse hath made Yet he dies pale and will not leave his trade But being dead the meanes yet doth not lacke To die his friends cloth into mourning blacke Some sure foresaw his death for they of late Vs'd to exclaime upon his dying fate And weake and faint he seem'd oft-times t' have been For to change colours often he was seen Yet there no matter was so foule but he Would set a colour on it handsomlye Death him no unexpected stroke could give That learnt to dye since he began to live He shall yet prove what he before hath try'd And shall once more live after he hath dy'd 4. Of a Schoolemaster The graÌ„mer Schoole a long time taught I have Yet all my skill could not decline the grave But yet I hope it one day will be show'ne In no case save the Ablative alone 5. On William Shake-speare Renowned Spencer lye a thought more nigh To learned Chaucer and rare Beaumont lye A little neerer Spencer to make roome For Shake-speare in your threefold fourefold tombe To lodge all foure in one bed make a shift Vntill Doomes dâ—y for hardly will a fifth Betwixt this day and that by Fates be slaine For whom your curtaines may be drawn againe If your precedencie in death doe barre A fourth place in your sacred Sepulchre Vnder this sacred marble of thine owne Sleepe rare Tragaedian Shake-speare sleep alone Thy unmolested peace in an unshared cave Possesse as Lord not tenant of thy grave That unto us and others it may bee Honour hereafter to be laid by thee 6. On a youth Now thou hast Heaven for merit but 't is strange Mortality should â—nvie at thy change But God thought us unfit for such as thee And made thee consort of eternitye We grieve not then that thou to heaven art takeÌ„ But that thou hast thy friends so soone forsaken 7. On Prince Henry I have no veine in verse but if I could Distill on every word a pearle I would Our sorrowes pearles drop not from pens but eies Whilst other's Muse write mine onely cries 8. On a Foot-boy that dyed with overmuch running Base tyrant death thus to assaile one tyr'd Who scarse his latest breath beeing left expir'd And being too too cruell thus to stay So swift a course at length ran quite away But pretty boy be sure it was not death That left behind thy body out of breath Thy soule and body running in a race Thy soule held out thy body tyr'd apace Thy soule gained and left that lump of clay To rest it selfe untill the latter day 9. On Hobson the Carrier Hobson what 's out of sight is out of mind Is gone and left his letters here behind He that with so much paper us'd to meet Is now alas content to take one sheet 10. Another He that such carriage store was wont to have Is carried now himselfe unto his grave O strange he that in life ne're made but one Six Carriers makes now he is dead and gone 11. Another Here Hobson lyes prest with a heavy loade Who now is gone the old and common Roade The waggon he so lov'd so lov'd to ride That he was drawing on whilst that he dy'd 12. Another Hobsonâ—s not dead but Charles the Northerne swaine Hath sent for him to draw his lightsome-waine 13. On a treacheroâ—s Warrener Behold here lyes a scalded pate quite bare In catching conies who lost many a hare 14. On a faire Damosell Life is the Road to death death Heavens gate must be Heaven is the throne of Christ Christ is life to me 15. On a Foot-man This nimble foot-man ran away from death And here he rested being out of breath Here death him overtooke made him his slave And sent him on an errand to his grave 16. On Queene Anne 〈◊〉 dyed in March was kept all Aprill and buried in May. March with his winds hath strucke a Cedar tall And weeping April mournes the Cedar's fall And May inteÌ„ds her month no flow'rs shal bring Since she must lose the flow'r of all the spring Thy March his winds have caused April show'rs And yet sad May must lose his flow'r of flow'rs 17. Iustus Lipsius Some have high mountaines of Parian stone And some in brasse carve their inscription Some have their tombes of costly marble reaâ—'d But in our teares onely art thou interr'd 18. On
a child of two yeeres old being borne and dying in Iuly Here is laid a July-flow'r With surviving teares bedew'd Not despayring of that houre When her spring shall be renew'd E're she had her Summer seene Shee was gather'd fresh and greene 29. Another Like bird of prey Death snatcht away This harmelesse dove Whose soule so pure Is now secure In heaven above 20. Another That flesh is grasse It 's grace a flower Reade e're you passe Whom wormes dovourâ— 21. On a Cobler Death at a Coblers doore oft made a stand And alwaies found him on the mending hand At last came death in very foule weather And ript the soale from the upper leather Death put a trick upon him and what was 't The cobler call'd for 's awle death brought his Laste 22. On a Lock-smith A zealous Lock-smith dy'd of late Who by this time 's at heaven-gate The reason why he will not knocke Is 'cause he meanes to picke the locke 23. On a Collier Here lies the Collier Jenkin Dashes By whom death nothing gain'd he swore For living he was dust and ashes And being dead he is no more 24. On Dick Pinner Here lyes Dick Pinner O ungentle death Why did'st thou rob Dick Pinner of his breath For living he by scraping of a pin Made better dust then thou hast made of him 25. On M. Thomas Best With happie stars he sure is blest Where â— ere he goes that still is Best 26. On Robyn Round Robyn's gone this grave doth inclose The pudding of his doublet and his hose 27. On Proud Tygeras Proud and foolish so it came to passe He liu'd a Tyger and he dy'd and Asse 28. On Iohn Cofferer Here lyes Iohn Cofferer and takes his rest Now he hath chang'd a coffer for a chest 29. On blind and deafe Dicke Freeman Here lyes Dicke Freeman That could not heare nor see man 30. On a Miller Death without warning was as bold as briefe When he kill'd two in one Miller Thiefe 31. On a disagreeing couple Hîc jacet ille qui â—enties mille Did scold with his wife Cùm illo jacet illa quae communis in villâ did quittance his life His name was Nicke the which was sicke And that very malâ— Her name was Nan who lou'd well a man So gentlemen vale 32. On a Sack-sucker Good reader blesse thee be assur'd The spirit of Sack lyes here immur'd Who havock'd all he could come by For Sack and here quite sack'd doth lye 33. On a Lady Here lyes one dead under this marble stone Who when she liv'd lay under more than one 34. On a Westler Death to this Wrestler gave a fine fall That tript up his heeles and tooke no hold at all 35. On Iohn Death Here 's Death intterred that liu'd by bread Then all should live now death is dead 36. On a Scrivener Here to a period is the Scrievener come This is the last sheet his full point this tombe Of all aspersions I excuse him not 'T is knowne he liu'd not without many a blot Yet he no ill example shew'd to any But rather gave good coppies unto many He in good letters alwaies hath beene bred And hath writ more then many men have read He rulers had as his command by law And though he could not hang yet he could draw He far more bond men had made than any A dash alone of his pen ruin'd many That not without good reason we might call Hiâ— letters great or little Capitall Yet is the Scriveners fate as sure as just When he hath all done then he falls to dust 37. On a Chandler How might his dayes end that made weekes or hee That could make light here laid in darkenes bee Yet since his weekes were spent how could he chose But be depriu'd of light his trade lose Yet dead the Chandler is and sleep's in peace No wonder long since melted was his greace It seemes that he did evill for daylight He hated and did rather wish the night Yet came his workes to light were like gold Prou'd in the fire but could not tryall hold His candle had an end and death's black night Is an extinguisher of all his light 38. On a young gentle-woman Nature in this small volume was about To perfect what in women was left out Yet carefull least a peice so well begun Should want preservatives when she had done E're she could finish what she undertooke Threw dust upon it and shut up the booke 39. On an Infant The reeling world turn'd poet made a play I came to see 't dislik't it wâ—nt my way 40. On a Lady dying quickly after her husband He first deceased she a little try'd To live without him liked not and dy'd 41. On a Smith Farewell stout Iron-side not all thine art Could make a shield against death's envious dart Without a fault no man his life doth passe For to his vice the Smith addicted was He oft as choller is encreas't by fire Was in a â—ume and much enclin'd to ire He had so long bin us'd to forge that he Was with a blacke coale markt for forgery But he for witnesse needed not to care Who but a blacke-smith was though neâ—'e so fayre And opertunities he slacked not That knew to strike then when theâ—ir'n was hot As the doore-nailes he made hee 's now as dead He them death him hath knockt on the head 42. On Mr. Stone Jerusalems curse is not fulfill'd in mee For here a stone upon a stone you see 43. On a Child Into this world as stranger to an Inne This child came guest-wise where when it had beene A while and fâ—und nought worthy of his stay He onely broke his fast went away 44. On a man drown'd in the snow Within a fleece of silent waters drown'd Before my death was knowne a grave I found That which exil'd my life from her sweet home For griefe straight froz it selfe into a tombe One element my angry fate thought meet To be my death grave tombe winding-sheet Phaebus himselfe mine Epitaph had writ But blotting many e're he thought one fit He wrote untill my grave and tombe were gone And â—twas an Epitaph that I had none For every one that passed by that way Without a sculpture read that there â— lay Here now the second time untomb'd I lye And thus much have the best of Destinie Corruption from which onely one was free Devour'd my grave but did not feede on mee My first grave tooke me from the â—ace of men My last shall give me backe to life agen 45. On Prince Henry In natur's law 't is a plaine case to dye No cunning Lawyer can demurre on that For cruell death and destiny Serve all men with a Latitat So Princely Henry when his case was try'd Confess'd the action paid the debt and dy'd 46. On Mr. Strange Here lyes one Strange no Pagan Turke nor Jew It 's strange but not so strange as it is true
put it up againe 76. On Master Stone Here worthy of a better chest A pretious stone inclos'd doth rest Whom nature had so rarely wrought That Pallas it admir'd and thought No greater jewell than to weare Still such a diamond in her eare But sicknesse did it from her wring And placed it in Libitina's ring Who changed natures worke a new And death's pale image in it drew Pitty that paine had not been sav'd So good a stone to be engrav'd 77. On Master Aire Vnder this stone of marble fayre Lyes th'body ' ntomb'd of Gervase Aire He dy'd not of an ague fitt Nor surfetted of too much witt Me thinks this was a wond'rous death That Aire should dye for want of breath 78. On a young man Surpriz'd by griefe and sicknesse here I lye Stopt in my middle age and soone made dead Yet doe not grudge at God if soone thou dye But know hee trebles favours on thy head Who for thy morning worke equalls thy pay With those that have endur'd the heate of day 79. On Master Sand's Who would live in others breath Fame deceives the dead mans trust When our names doe change by death Sands I was and now am dust 80. On a Scholler Some doe for anguish weepe for anger I That ignorance should live and arte should dye 81. On Master Goad Go adde this verse to Goad's herse For Goad is gone but whither Goad himselfe is gone to God 'T was death's goad drove him thither 82. On Master Munday Hallowed be the Sabboath And farewell all worldly pelfe The weeke begins on Tuesday For Munday hath hang'd himselfe 83. On the two Littletons who were drowned at Oxford 1636. Herelye wee reader canst thou not admire Who both at once by water dy'd and fire For whilst our bodies perisht in the deepe Our soules in love burnt so we fell asleepe Let this be then our Epitaph here lyes Two yet but one one for the other dyes 84. On a Matron Here lyes a wife was chaste a mother blest A modest Matron all these in one chest Sarah unto her mate Mary to God Martha to men whilst here she had abode 85. In Latine thus Vxor casta parens foelix matrona pudica Sara viro mundo Martâ—a Maria Deâ— 86. On a Butler That death should thus from hence our Butler Into my minde it cannot quickly sinke Sure death came thirsty to the butt'ry-hatch catch When he that buisy'd was deny'd him drinke Tut 't was not so 't is like he gave him liquour And death made drunke him made away the quicker Yet let not others grieve to much in mind The Butlers gone the key 's are left behind 87. On a Souldier When I was young in warres I shed my blood Both for my King and for my countries good In elder yeares my care was chieâ—e to be Souldier to him that shed his blood for me 88. On a Tobacconiâ—t Loe here I lye roll'd up like th' Indian weede My pipes I have pack't up for breath I neede Man's breath 's a vopour he himselfe is grasse My breath but of a weede the vapour was When I shal turne to earth good friends beware Least it evap'rate and infect the ayre 94. On Master Thomas Allen. No Epitaphs neede make the just man fam'd The good are prays'd when they are only nam'd 89. On Master Cooke To God his country and the poore he had A zealous Soule free heart and lib'rall minde His wife his children and his kindred sad Lacke of his love his care and kindnesse finde Yet are their sorrowes asswag'd w th the thought He hath attayn'd the happinesse he sought 90. On a Printer whose wife was lame Sleep William sleep she that thine eyes did close Makes lame Iambiques for thee as shee goes 91. On a Taylour who dy'd of the stitch Here lyes a Taylour in this ditch Who liv'd and dyed by the stitch 92. On a dumbe fellow dying of the collicke Here lyes Iohn Dumbello Who dy'd because he was so For if his breech could have spoke His heart surâ—ly had not broke 92. On Isabella a Curtezan He who would write an Epitaph Whereby to make faire Is'bell laugh Must get upon her and write well Here underneath lyes Isabell. 94. On a vertuous wife viz. Susanna wife to Mr. William Horsenell In briefe to speake thy praise let this suffice Thou wert a wife most loving modest wise Of children carefull to thy neighbour's kind A worthy mistris and of liberall mind 95. On M. Christopher Lawson Death did not kill unjustly this good-man But death in death by death did shew his power His pious deedes thoughts to heaven fore-ran There to prepare his soule a blessed bower 96. On Hobson the Carrier Here Hobson lyes amongst his many betters A man unlearned yet a man oâ— letters His carriage was well knowne oft hath he gone In Embassye 'twixt father and the sonne There 's few in Cambridge to his praise be it spoken But may remember him by some good token From whence he rid to London day by day Till death benighting him he loâ—t his way His teame was of the best nor would he have Benee min'd in any way but in the grave Nor is 't a wonder that he thus is gone Since all men knew he long was drawing on Thus rest in peace thou everlasting swaine And supreame waggoner next Charles his wayne 97. On a Welshman Here lyes puried under these stones Shon ap Williams ap Ienkyn ap Iones Her was porne in Wales her was kill'd in Fraâ—â—e Her went to Cottpy a feâ—y mischance La yee now 98. On M. Pricke Vpon the fith day of November Christ's Colledge lost a privie member Cupid and death did both their arrowes micke Cupid shot short but death did hit the pricke Women lament and maidens make great mones Because the Priâ—ke 〈…〉 the stones 99. 〈…〉 Porter At length by worke of wond'rous face Here lyes the porter of Wynchester-gate If gone to heav'n as much I feare He can be but a porter there He fear'd not hell so much for 's sinne As for th' great rapping and oft comming in 100. On M. Carter burnt by the great powder mischance in Finsbury Here lyes an honest Carter yet no clowne Vnladen of his cares his end the crowne Vanisht from hence even in a cloud of smoake A blowne-up Citizen and yet not broke 101. On a Lady dying in Child-bed Borne at the first to bring another forth Shee leaves the world to leave the world her worth Thus Phaenix-like as she was borne to bleede Dying herselfe renew's it in her seede 102. On Prince Henry Loe where he shineth yonder A fixed starre in heaven Whose motions thence coms under None of the Planets seven If that the Moone shou'd tender The Sunne her love and marry They both could not â—ngender So bright a starre as Harry 10. Vpon one who dy'd in prison Reader I liv'd enquire no more Least a spye enter in at doore Such are the times a dead-man