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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A39728	A treatise of the sports of wit	Flecknoe, Richard, d. 1678?	1675 (1675)	Wing F1237; ESTC R20266	20,309	62

wild unruly Colt that instead of carrying us a gentle pace oft runs away and breaks the Riders Neck Who never consider the end for which they were created live not the lives of Rational Creatures but rather of Sensual Animals who only eat and drink and sleep We being to go to the other World when we have passed through this How can we hope to find the way thither and to be welcome when we come when we never inquire after it nor after those who are there It is a happy misfortune to be driven by storm the sooner to their Port. Sensual persons are as unfit to judge of Spiritual things as the Blind of colours or the Deaf of sounds Pleasures are like poysonous Baits which catch Fish sooner but render them nothing worth when they are caught It is to hedge in the Cuckow to seek to make a Maid honest against her will An indiscreet person gets more enemies by telling truth then others do by lying Under Officers care for no body in Court and out of Court no Body cares for them Who knows what it is to marry would be as long in chusing a as Scogan was a Tree to be hanged on Who seeks to be more feared then loved shall find themselves more hated then feared at last Who seeks his own interest and nothing else is no more a part of the Universe then a loose Stone in the Wall a part of the House or Building Detractors and Calumniators as Clippers and False Coyners are punishable alike To honor any Man for riches only is to worship the Golden Calf Money is like muck which spred abroad doth good but hoarded and heaped up is like a stinking Dunghill While every one wants something he is happy that can live on little because he can never want much Every one hath somewhat of a Fool and he is wisest who has least The Itch of Lascivious Love being the Scab of Poetry he is the best Poet who scratches it the least These and many more they had as far from Vulgar Spirited as were those who invented and those who acted them nor was it fit persons of their condition should go to the frippery for old Proverbs when they might have new when ever they pleased The EPITAPH OF Beatrix Dutchess of Lorrain who died An. 1662. SHe who alive all Vertue and Beauty was Th' one in Her Brest and th' other in Her Face Now that She 's dead just reason w'have to fear All Vertue and Beauty too are dead with Her FINIS ADDITIONAL EPIGRAMS of the Year 1674. Of our English Gallants lives or the French disease WOnder our Gallants ne'er consider how They wast their lives with living as they do While just like Tapers they at both ends light 'Twixt Wine Women they 're consumed quite Amongst the rest the French disease is that Which most consumes their Persons and Estate From which there 's scarcely any one that 's free Who but pretends to modern gallantry Nor may we wonder 't is so easily gotten When almost all their Wenches now are rotten By whatsoever Name or Title known From those wear Vizard-Masks to those wear none Mean time I can't but pitty their condition Who stand in need of Surgeon or Physitian Who with their Galen and Hippocrates But make the Cure as bad as the disease And this is that thanks to their Wenches for 't Our Gallants call a merry life and short While they 're not only infected with the Fashions But the diseases too of other Nations To a Lady who was offended with him for praising Visdamera I See you envy Visdamera's praise For excellent parts and qualities she has Whil'st other parts and qualities y'have none But bare and simple honesty alone That 's but a Cipher Nothing less ye add Some Vertue to 't by which 't is Somewhat made Or like a single Unite at the best That but foundation is of all the rest Mean time I can't but wonder how it came To Honors title and to Vertues name When Honor and Vertue in it there is none But only in Imagination Cease then in vain your Honesty to boast That 's but a Negative Vertue at the most And like the Quakers Spirit seen by none But we must take your word for it alone And know if 't make you proud 't is better be The Publican than the proud Pharisee Who whilst they think th 'ave priviledge to condemn And judge all others who 're not like to them Like such as you in fine do nothing else Whilst they judge others but condemn themselves Good wishes to a new married Pair IF joy does from enjoying take it's name And happiness be said to be the same How happy are this newly married Pair Who now arriv'd unto enjoyment are To whom whilst every friend some present brings Good wishes only are my offerings Which though they seem but offerings of the poor Angels from Heaven do often bring no more May he and she live long and happy then Envy of Women she and he of Men. The pattern of all happy Husbands he And of all happy Wives the mirror she Enjoying all the Blessings whilst they live That Fortune and Felicity can give And like Elias when they die so blest To be translated only unto rest This and all other happiness beside I wish the Noble Bridegroom and the Bride To the Countess of Shrewsbury a pious reflection on Gods goodness HOw good is God! whose love of us transcends All that of Parents or of dearest Friends Nor that of Spouse to Spouse could ere express So great a love so dear a tenderness He knows our weakness and infirmities And when we fall helps us again to rise And when h 'as lost us seeks us all about Nor ever rests until he finds us out When he 's so far from chiding us he 's more Indulgent to us than he was before So as without presumption we may boast We had been lost unless we had been lost And all this Madam y' are experienc'd now In Gods dear love and tender care of you who 'd then be so ungrateful to offend So dear a Spouse a Parent and a Friend Rather who 'd not endeavor all they cou'd To please so great a Lord so good a God Woolsey's complaint Paraphrased BAnisht and so well known where ere he went He scarce cou'd find a place for banishment As on his way he sorrowfully past Coming to Leister Abby at the last Opprest with weight of grief as well as years Woolsey to the Abbot said with many tears Behold a poor old Man Lord Abbot I Am hither come in Banishment to die Who this may truly say That had I been As careful to serve God as serve my King For all my care and all my service past I 'd ne'er been thus rewarded at the last Let all ambitious Men learn then by this How to serve God highest Ambition is And none in serving Kings comply so far As to forget how they Gods servants