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A89611	Ex otio negotium. Or, Martiall his epigrams translated. With sundry poems and fancies, / by R. Fletcher.; Epigrammata. English	Martial.; Fletcher, R.; Vaughan, Robert, engraver.	1656 (1656)	Wing M831; Thomason E1597_1; ESTC R202878	91,912	266

Ex otio Negotium OR MARTIALL HIS EPIGRAMS Translated With Sundry Poems and Fancies By R. Fletcher vivere Chartae Incipiant Cineri gloria sera venit Mar. lib. 1. Epig. 26. LONDON Printed by T. Mabb for William Shears and are to be sold at the Bible in Bedford street in Covent-garden 1656. M. VALERIUS MARSHAL Anno Aetatis suae 51. Ro Vaughan sculpsit To the Reader Courteous Reader I Here present thee with the scatterd Papers of my Youth which if they want that seriousness and solemn thoughts which become the ticklish stage of so catching a world let me beseech thy pardon had I sacrificed to thy view a volume beyond exception it had Anticipated thy Clemency and left thee no occasion to have exercised thy goodnesse But I am not of that number that dares Challenge the sharpe-sighted Censure of the times and conceive their Papers as their persons beyond fault or defection If I have not rendred the accute fancy of my most ingenious Author in its pure genuine dress as his own Pen hath deliverd him in ascribe the faile to my weakness not my will And for those abortive births slippd from my brain which can carry neither worth nor weight in the scale of this pregnant age so fraught and furnish'd with variety of gallant Pieces and performances of the choicest of writers give me leave to flurn at them as the poor excrescencies of Nature which rather blemish than adorn the structure of a well-composed body But least I tire thy patience with a tedious Apolligie like the Pulpit-cuffers of the age which breath their Audience at every accent either a sleep or out of doors I will no longer detain thee in the Porch and Preface of the Work If my looser minutes shall either please or profit thee I have my end If not I have my desire may I be thought worthy to be acknowledged Thy Friend and Servant R. Fletcher A Table of the Poems and Fancies in this Book THe Publipue Faith Page 129. A Lent on Lettany composed for a confiding Brother for the benefit and edification of the Faithfull Ones p. 131 The Second Part p. 135 A Hue and Cry after the Reformation p. 137 A Committee p. 138 On the happy Memmory of Alderman Hoyl that hang'd himself p. 141 On Clarinda Praying p. 142 On Clarinda Singing p. 145 Platonick Love p. 147 A Sigh p. 149 Love's Farewell p. 151 Christmass Day or the shuttle of an inspyred Weaver bolted against the Order of the Church for its Solemnitie p. 154 Good Fryday p. 156 Easter Day p. 157 Holy Thursday p. 159 Whitesunday p. 161 A short Ejaculation upon that truly worthy Patron of the Law Sr John Bridgman p. 164 Obsequies on that right Reverend Father in God John Prideaux late Bishop of Worcester p. 166 On the death of his Royall Majesty Charls late King of England p. 171 An Epitaph on the same p. 173 A Survey of the World p. 174 An Old Man Courting a Young Girle p. 177 An Epitaph on his deceased Friend p. 182 Mount Ida or beautie's Contest p. 183 Vpon a Fly that flew into a Ladies eye and there lay buried in a Tear p. 185. Obsequies to the Memory of the truly Noble right Valiant and right Honourable Spencer Earl of Northampton Slain at Hopton Field in Staffordshire in the beginning of this Civill War p. 186 The London Lady p. 190 The Times p. 194 The Modell of the New Religion p. 202 Content p. 204 May-day p. 208 An Epigram to Doulas p. 211 An Epigram on the people of England p. 212 An Elegie upon my dear little Friend Mr. I. F. who dyed the same morning he was born Decm the 10. 1654. p. 213 A short Reflection on the Creation of the World p. 217. My Kingdom is not of this world p. 221 Come unto me all yee that labour and are heavy laden p. 222 A Sing-song on Clarinda's Wedding p. 226 On the much to be Lamented Death of that gallant Antiquarie and great Master both of Law and Learning John Selden Esquire p. 231 Vpon the Death of John Selden Esquire p. 235 Vpon the incomparable Learned John Selden p. 239 Vpon the Death of John Selden p. 240 Degenerate Love and Choice p. 242 A Dialogue between two water Nymphs Thamesis and Sabrina p. 247 To my honoured Friend Mr. T. C. that asked m● how I liked his Mistris being an old Widdow p. 254 The Engagement Stated p. 257 MARTIALL Lib. I. Epig. Ad Catonem WHen thou didst know the merry Feast Of jocund Flora was at best Our solemn sports how loosely free And debonair e the vulgar be Strict Cato why didst thou intrude Into the seated multitude Was it thy frolick here alone Only to enter and be gone Ad Lectorem Epig. 2. This whom thou readst is he by thee required Martiall through all the world fam'd and desired For sharpest Books of Epigrams on whom Ingenious Reader living without Tombe Thou hast bestow'd that high and glorious wreath Which seldome Poets after death receive Ad Librum suum Epig. 4. Among the Stationers th'hadst rather be My litle Book though my shelf's void for thee Alas thou knowst not Rome's disdain Great Mars his sons are of a pregnant brain Gybes no where are more free young men and old And Boyes their Nose up in derision hold Whiles thou shalt hear thy praise and kisses have Thou shalt be toss'd from th' bosome to the Grave But thou for fear thou feel'st thy Masters hand And thy loose sports should by his reed be scann'd Lascivious Book thou seek'st to mount abroad Go fly but home were yet thy safer road Ad Caesarem Epig. 5. If by chance Caesar thou take up my Books Lord of the world put by thy morning looks Thy greatest tryumphs have admitted mirth Nor need'st thou blush to give my fancy birth With what aspect thou smilest on Thymele Or mimicall Latinus read thou mee Innocent sports strict censure may peruse My life is modest though my lines be loose Ad Decianum Epig. 9. Because thou follow'st so in thy intents Great ●hrasea's and brave Cato's presidents That thou maist be secure nor runn'st thybrest Naked on drawn Swords in a frantick jest Decian thou dost what I would have thee do I like not him who to redeem or wo An empty fame by 's easie blood is rais'd Give me the man that lives and yet is prais'd De Gemello Maronilla Epig. 11. Gemellus seeks old Maronill to wed Desires it much is instant prayes and fees Is she so fair Nought's more ill favoured What then provokes O she doth cough and wheeze De Arria Paeto Epig. 14. When Arria to her Paeto gave the sword Which she in her own bowels first had gor'd Trust me quoth she that wound I made do'nt grieve But that doth Paetus which thou meanest to give Ad Julium 16. Epig. O thou to mee ' mongst my chiefe friends in mind Julius if antient faith and tyes ought bind The sixtith

thee On the death of his Royall Majesty Charles late King of England c. WHat went you out to see a dying King Nay more I fear an Angel suffering But what went you to see A Prophet slain Nay that and more a martyrd Soveraign Peace to that sacred dust Great Sir our fears Have left us nothing but obedient tears To court your hearse in those pious flouds We live the poor remainder of our goods Accept us in these later obsequies The unplundred riches of our hearts and eyes For in these faithful streams and emanations W' are subjects still beyond all Sequestrations Here we cry more than Conquerours malice Murder estates but hearts will still obey These as your glory 's yet above the reach may Of such whose purple lines confusion preach And now Dear Sir vouchsafe us to admire With envey your arrival and that Quire Of Cherubims and Angels that supply'd Our duties at your tryumphs where you ride With full caelestial Iôes and Ovations Rich as the conquest of three ruin'd Nations But 't was the heavenly plot that snath d you hence To crown your soul with that magnificence And bounden rights of honor that poor earth Could only wish and strangle in the birth Such pitied emulation stop'd the blush Of our ambitious shame non-suited us For where souls act beyond mortallity Heaven only can performe that Jubilee We wrastle then no more but bless your day And mourn the anguish of our sad delay That since we cannot add we yet stay here Fettred in clay Yet longing to appear Spectators of your bliss that being shown Once more you may embrace us as your own Where never envy shall devide us more Nor Citty tumults nor the worlds uproar But an eternal hush a quiet peace As without end so still in the increase Shall lull humanity a sleep and bring Us equal subjects to the heavenly King Till when I 'le turn Recusant and forswear All Calvin for there 's Purgatory here An Epitaph STay Passenger Behold and see The widdowed grave of Majestie Why tremblest thou Here 's that will make Al● but our stupid souls to shake Here lies entomb'd the sacred dust Of Peace and Piety Right and Just The bloud O startest not thou to hear Of a King 'twixt hope and fear Shedd and hurried hence to bee The miracle of miserie Add the ills that Rome can boast Shrift the world in every coast Mix the fire of earth and seas With humane spleen and practises To puny the records of time By one grand Gygantick crime Then swell it bigger till it squeeze The globe to crooked hams and knees Here 's that shall make it seem to bee But modest Christianitie The Lawgiver amongst his own Sentenc'd by a Law unknown Voted Monarchy to death By the course Plebeian breath The Soveraign of all command Suff'ring by a Common hand A Prince to make the o●ium more Offer'd at his very door The head cut off ô death to see 't In obedience to the feet And that by Justice you must know If you have faith to think it so Wee 'le stir no further then this sacred Clay But let it slumber till the Judgment day Of all the Kings on earth 't is not denyed Here lies the first that for Religion died A Survey of the World THe World 's a guilded trifle and the state Of sublunary bliss adulterate Fame but an empty sound a painted noise A wonder that nere looks beyond nine dayes Honour the tennis-ball of fortune Though Men wade to it in bloud and overthrow Which like a box of dice uneven dance Sometimes 't is one 's somtimes another's chance Wealth but the hugg'd consumption of that heart That travailes Sea Land for his own smart Pleasure a courtly madness a conceipt That smiles and tickles without worth or weight Whose scatter'd reck'ning when 't is to be paid Is but repentance lavishly in-layd The world fame honour wealth pleasure then Are the fair wrack and Gemonies of men Ask but thy Carnall heart if thou shouldst bee Sole Monarch of the worlds great familie If with the Macedonian Youth there would Not be a corner still reserv'd that could Another earth contain If so What is That poor insatiate thing she may call bliss Question the loaden Gallantry asleep What profit now their Lawrels in the deep Of death's oblivion What their Triumph was More than the moment it did prance pass If then applause move by the vulgar crye Fame 's but a glorious uncertainty Awake Sejanus Strafford Buckingham Charge the fond favourites of greatest name What faith is in a Prince's smile what joy In th' high Grand Concilio le Roy Nay Caesar's self that march'd his Honour s through The bowels of all Kingdoms made them bow Low to the stirrop of his will and vote What safety to their Master's life they brought When in the Senate in his highest pride By two and thirty wounds he fell and dyed If Height be then most subjected to fate Honour 's the day-spring of a greater hate Now ask the Grov'ling soul that makes his gold His Idol his Diana what a cold Account of happiness can here arise From that ingluvious surfet of his eys How the whole man 's inslaved to a lean dearth Of all enjoyment for a little earth How like Prometheus he doth still repair His growing heart to feed the Vultur care Or like a Spider's envious designes Drawing the threds of death from her own loines Tort'ring his entrails with thoughts of to morrow To keep that masse with grief he gain'd with sorrow If to the clincking pastime in his ears He add the Orphanes cries and widdows tears The musick 's far from sweet and if you sound him Truly they leave him sadder than they found him Now touch the Dallying Gallant he that lyes Angling for babies in his Mistris eyes Thinks there 's no heaven like a bale of dyce Six Horses and a Coach with a device A cast of Lacquyes and a Lady-bird An Oath in fashion and a guilded Sword Can smoak Tobacco with a face in frame And speak perhaps a line of sense to th' same Can sleep a Sabboath over in his bed Or if his play book 's there will stoop to read Can kiss its hand and congey a la mode And when the night's approaching bolt abroad Unless his Honour's worship's rent's not come So he fals sick and swears the Carrier home Else if his rare devotion swell so high To waste an hour-glasse on divinity T is but to make the church his stage thereby To blaze the Taylor in his ribaldry Ask but the Jay when his distress shall fall Like an arm'd man upon him where are all The rose-buds of his youth those atick toyes Wherein hee sported out his pretious dayes What comfort he collects from Hawk or Hound Or if amongst his looser hours he found One of a thousand to redeem that time Perish'd and lost for ever in his prime Or if he dream'd of an