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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A39713	Euterpe revived, or, Epigrams made at several times in the years 1672, 1673, & 1674 on persons of the greatest honour and quality most of them now living : in III books.	Flecknoe, Richard, d. 1678?	1675 (1675)	Wing F1222; ESTC R27364	29,820	106

number nor their way They do but talk and can't in judgement sit Nor lies it in their Verge to judge of Wit I put my self upon the onely few That is the best and Noblest such as You. To the truly Honourable Mr. THOMAS HOWARD Brother to the Earl of Carlisle Noble Sir THough ne'r so many confidently aver That Honour 's onely in the Honourer Yet we may well affirm of such as You 'T is both i' th' Honourer ann Honour'd too Nay You 'd be Honourable Sir thou there were none Extant in all the world but You alone As th' Sun wou'd still be luminous and bright Though men like moles were all depriv'd of sight Let others glory in the Honours then And Titles they receive from other men You have no Titles by the which y' are known Nor Honours but what 's properly Your own The End of the Second BOOK The Third Book of Miscellany Epigrams On our Town-LIBELLERS WE have a sort of Libellers in Town For base villanous Rhyme put Withers down Men semi-Atheists and who want not much In lives and manners to be wholly such So perfect bad they laugh at Machiavil For saying None can be extremely ill And in their Writings as in all the rest Satyrs half Men half Goats and wholly Beast These when they write of Dildoes and such stuff May be allow'd though scurrilous enough But when they write 'gainst others nay don't spare Ev'n Kings themselves had best in time beware Lest as wilde horses which unless they check In their Carreer oft break their Riders neck So may their Wits in time break their necks too Unless they rule them better than they do Such are your Libellers who 're but the same Savage and wilde as Ballad-makers tame Hated by th' nobler sort and to conclude Lov'd and applauded by the multitude For writing as they do 'gainst every one And counted Wits when rather they have none Employ their Pens and Wits in such a way As none in Bedlam's half so mad as they And now if any take exceptions for Writing 'gainst these let them take Hellebor The Pourtrait SUch a stature as they call Nor too low nor yet too tall And each part from head to foot With a just proportion to 't Hair so black and skin so white Never was a fairer sight And her fairer yet to make Eye and Eyebrows too as black Forehead smoother than the Glass Where she sees her lovely face Cheeks where naturally grows The Lilly and the blushing Rose Lips all other Lips excelling Th' ar are so ruddy and so swelling Voice that charms you 't is so sweet Made more charming by her Wit In fine for symmetry and fear●ure Nature ne'r made a fairer creature If any'd know who this may be Name but Bellasis and 't is she The Young Couple I. D. and B. S. THey well faign'd Cupid yong for then 's the time As Roses in the bud when he 's in 's prime And such an early love is this of theirs Who now are married in their tender years Now like soft Wax they aptest are to take The sweet impressions which their Loves shall make And like young Plants they 'll easily bend and bow Which older grown they 'd not so easily do Let none the whilst object their Pupillage For Love and Marriage none are under age For what does Hymens rites to Lovers more Than joyn their hands whose hearts were joyn'd before And here on earth by sacred Pledges given Confirm that Marriage which was made in Heaven To th' Temple then and as they pass along Let Youths and Virgins sing their Nuptial song And thus conclude For noble good and fair Hymen ne'r coupled a more equal pair To M. M. Davies On her excellent Dancing and Singing HOw I admire thee Davies the delight Both of the ravisht hearing and the sight Whose dancing and whose singing added to 't Shews thee all Harmony from head to foot Who would not say to see thee dance so light Thou wert all air or else all flame and spright Or who 'd not think to see thee onely tread Thy feet were Feathers others feet but Lead Athlanta well cou'd run and Hermes flee But none e'r mou'd more gracefully than thee And Circes charm'd with Wand and Magicklore But none like thee ere charm'd with feet before Thou Miracle whom all men must admire To see thee move like air and mount like fire Whoe'r would follow thee and come but nigh To thy perfections must not dance but flie But now she sings let 's peace and say no more For just as when she onely danc'd before We wisht our selves all Eyes to see her so We wish our selves all Ears to hear her now Onely we 'll say Never did mortal ear On earth before such heavenly musick hear And we her singing well may heavenly call Whose skill's divine and voice Angelical On her pretty Daughter PRetty childe in whom appears All the seeds above thy years Of every Beautie every Grace As ere was sown in minde or face Never by Nature yet was made A Childe who more perfections had Nor ever though she 'd ne'r so fain Can she make the like again Thou art th' Epitome of all We pretty fair and sweet do call And for the more Conformity This is th' Epitome of Thee On a Ladies Blushing When the KING beheld her SO Roses blush when lookt on by the Sun As she when by the King she 's lookt upon And so of all fair things we nothing see More fair in nature than the Rose and She. If things take names from their Original We well her Blushes Royal ones may call And if we 've lost the Royal Purples Stain It in her Cheeks may well be found again In brief as 't is a signe the Sun draws neer When fair Aurora blushing does appear To see her blushing when the King does come You 'd say He were Aurora she the Sun On a famous Running Horse LEt Fabulous Antiquity no more Boast of the Running horses 't had before Here is a Horse to whom they 'd all seem lame Who ran i' th' Isthmos or Nemean Game Surpassing far the Horses of the Sun So many thousand miles a day do run Or Gynets of the Andalusian kinde For swiftness far outstrip their Sire the Winde Whom we had prais'd before but that there 's none Had time to do it till the Race was done Swifter than thought or lightning from the skie Begins and ends in twinkling of an Eye Such is his speed when he begins to run Whose ending and beginning is all one And now w 'ave time to praise him then w'ad none Let none then talk of Pegasus not yet O' th' t'other Flying horse of Pacolet While we have here we well may say We have our Flying horse as well as they On a Pretty Little Person SHe is pretty and she knows it She is witty and she shows it And besides that she 's so witty And so little and so pretty Sh' has