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A39709
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Epigrams of all sorts written by Richard Flecknoe.
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Flecknoe, Richard, d. 1678?
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1669
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Wing F1217; ESTC R23744
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makes the Harmony Next to divinest Cinthia Queen of Light Never was seen a Nimph more fair and bright Nor ever shall mongst all her Starry Train Though those in Heaven shou'd all come down again On Mistress Stuarts Marriage with the Duke of Richmond THe brightest Nimph of all Diana's Train For whom so many sigh'd and sigh'd in vain She who so oft had others Captive made And who so oft or'e others triumph'd had Is Venus Captive now her self and led In Triumph to the Noble Richmond's bed Nor is it strange to see about her fly As many Cupids as are Starrs i' th' Sky As many Graces as are Sands i' th' Sea Nor yet as many Venus's as they But to behold so many Vertues throng About a Nimph so Beautiful and young Is strange indeed to admiration And Joy and Gladness too of every one But now whilst so much Joy and Gladness is To see how mighty Iove does frown at this Is stranger yet and does too clearly prove Th' are neer to-Thunder who are neer to Iove Oh may he think amongst his milder thoughts How God-like t is to pardon Mortals faults And how of all the rest the faults of Love Least move the Anger of the Gods above Of Friends and Foes JUst as a Friend and Foe shou'd go about To paint Antigonus whose one Eye was out Which at half Face either to shew or hide T'one turns his blind t'other his better side So betwixt Friends and Foes men are exprest By halfs set forth whilst they conceal the rest No man's so bad as Foes depaint him wou'd No man as Friends wou'd make him half so good To Lilly drawing the Countess of Castlemains Picture STay daring man and ne'r presume to draw Her Picture till thou maist such colours get As Xerxes and Apelles never saw Nor er'e were known by any Painter yet Till from all Beauties thou extract'st the Grace And from the Sun the Beams that gil'd the Skies Never presume to draw her beauteous face Nor paint the Radiant brightness of her Eyes In vain the whilst thou dost the labour take Since none can set her forth to her desert She who 's above all nature er'e did make much more 's above all can be made by Art Yet been't discourag'd since who er'e does see 't At least with Admiration must confess It has an air for charming and for sweet Much more than others though than her 's much less So those bold Gyants who wou'd scale the Sky Although they in their high attempt did fall This comfort had they mounted yet more high Than those who never strove to climb at all Comfort thee then and think it no disgrace From that great height a little to decline Since all must grant the Reason of it was Her too great Excellence and no want of Thine On a fair and vertuous Lady's embracing a Religious Life A Gentle Shepherdess as er'e did tread Upon the Plains whereon her flocks were fed Inspir'd by him who all good thoughts inspires Felt in her breast till then unfelt desires To tast Heavens pleasures since the Earth had none A Soul in longing long cou'd feed upon But changing one aweary of the first She found the latter pleasure still the worst And so went still deluded in her mind Seeking for that which she cou'd never find This Infant thought with pious care she fed And with Religious Education bred Giving it now an aspiration Or wish for that blest Life to feed upon And now a sigh and now a Tear agen Never to have known that blessedness till then Avoiding carefully those Rocks and Shelves On which so many Souls had wrackt themselves Those two extremes on which so many fall To undertake too much or nought at all For 't is with new-born Children of desire As 't is with sparks you kindle unto fire Starv'd with too little fuel 't will not light Opprest with too much 't is extinguisht quite And now she 's all a fire happiness be Fair Virgin to thy blest desires and thee So full so high so great a happiness As nothing can be more that is not less Nothing beyond but down the Hill again And all Addition rather loss than gain By glad Experience maist thou find all store Of hearts contentment thou expect'st and more And learn that Magick of Religion there Makes every thing quite contrary appear To you than unto us Rich poverty Triumphant sufferance brave Humility Soft hardness hardness difficulties slight Sweet bitterness and heaviest burthens light Ease in your labour pleasure in your pain A Heaven on Earth and all things else but vain Pious EPIGRAMS To her MAIESTY Of the Force and Efficacy of Prayer HEaven is God's Throne and Earth his Footstool is To that on wings of Prayer Souls fly from this Where they almost Omnipotent become By being joyn'd to the Almighty's Throne To this height Madam from your Infancy Your Majesty by Prayer was taught to fly In Company of those to whom 't is given To have their Conversation in Heaven Where those stupendious Miracles are wrought Surpass all human force and human thought And if Heaven suffer violence from whence But only Prayer proceeds this violence Ther 's nothing then that England may despair To obtain of Heaven by Katherina's Prayer Let us have faith in her but to confide And she ha's faith enough for all beside Of Easter and Christmas OF Easter a great word was said This is the Day the Lord has made Of Christmas now a greater word This is the Day that made the Lord. On the Magii's following the Starr YOur other Magii knew that every Starr In Heaven was greater than this world by far But now so well professed what th 'ad known As these who left the VVorld to follow one On these words of our B. S. be ye perfect YOu bid us to be perfect Lord and we Continue still imperfect as you see What shou'd we say O Lord but only this Give what you bid and bid us what you please On these other words O Woman great is thy Faith O Lord when shall our Faiths be praised thus And we deserve to have thus much said of us Others count all things possible to thee We nothing possible but what we see They more to Faith than Senses credit give We more our Senses than our Faith believe They believe all we but believe by halfs Their Faiths are Gyants our Faith 's only dwarfs FINIS On these Words of our B. S. I am the Way the Truth and the Life O LORD THou art the Way the Truth and Life thou say'st As well thou may'st What Fool is he then wou'd forsake the Way To go astray What Fool is he who wou'd the Truth refuse And Falshood chuse But oh 'bove all what Fool and mad-man's he Wou'd forsake thee The only Eternal Life and chuse to die Eternally The saying of a certain Holy-man MY God and I can all things do said one And if it seem too great