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A90351	Parnassi puerperium: or, some well-wishes to ingenuity, in the translation of six hundred, of Owen's epigrams; Martial de spectaculis, or of rarities to be seen in Rome; and the most select, in Sir. Tho. More. To which is annext a century of heroick epigrams, (sixty whereof concern the twelve Cæsars; and the forty remaining, several deserving persons). / By the author of that celebrated elegie upon Cleeveland: Tho. Pecke of the Inner Temple, Gent.	Pecke, Thomas, b. 1637.; Martial.; More, Thomas, Sir, Saint, 1478-1535.; Cottrel, James, fl. 1649-1670.	1660 (1660)	Wing P1040; Thomason E1861_1	59,144	197

advance T'other reply'd My Rise must be A Favourites mischance 172. To the Reader LEt not my Book Tobacco light but rather Let it the Refuse of your Close-stool gather 173. To his Book MY Life perhaps may my Books years out-vie The Son before the Father oft doth die But whether it dies first or sees Me Rot I understand A Mortal I begot OWEN'S EPIGRAMS THE SECOND BOOK 1. To the Reader LEt my Verse not please Fools the world is full I would not be the Darling of a Gull Few Readers will suffice grant me but one If no body me like I 'm pleas'd with None 2. To the Lady Mary Nevill OThers Renown is but the Poets praise Your splendid glory your own Merits raise 3. To the same IF you have Enemies they need not fear To oblige friends you make your chiefest Care This you observe Friends never to Forget Ne'r to Remember with Foes to cry Quit. 4. To the same THat a fair Face might beauty keep alive The curious Pencil helps it to survive I though a stranger to the Limners Trade To keep your Fame alive in Verse essay'd Although Apelles Pencil one Divine Should Draw Apollo's Verses her enshrine 5. To Mr. J. H. NO whit portentous but a Poet I You are no Poet but a Prodigie 6. What Newes ALL that know Me my Patience thus abuse Good Mr. Owen hear you any News I Answer I know None and tell them True Of all I know for I know nothing New 7. The Court HE who to all Mens Humours can't stoop down Hath got a foolish Humour for his own 8. Vpon Aulus WHy were you made a Knight because that more Your wife might love you then she did before But you mistook your self Sir Aulus she Will love her self the better but not thee Former expence must double every yeer You shall have cause to call your Lady Deer 9. Upon the Chymist IT is the silly Chymists doting Fate To seek for Gold and Lose his whole Estate None must Elixar have but He alone Till all away is squandred Stick and Stone 10. A Trojan AFter Troy's burning the Trojans grew wise In this True Trojan who Himself denies 11. The Cure of Love BY frequent Fastings take wood from the Fire Let not a Ladies Glance kindle desire If still your Fervour will not let you rest A Wife will quench the Flame Probatum est 12. Troynovant To the Londoners NO Phoenix beautifies the gilded East Before Sol lights her Mothers fragrant Nest So decimated Troy the Grecians burn Majestick London sprouts from Troy's pale Urn 13. The Lawyers God A Deity cal'd Term Rome did adore But now at Westminster He 's Worshipt more 14. The Earth TO charm our Tongues the middle hath a Spell For there we think the golden Mean doth dwel Therefore in play for Praise earth throws an Ace Above the Heavens here 's the Middle place 15. To King James De. of the Faith YOu are Faiths chiefest Guardian to intrust Her with your sacred self Envy thinks Just 16. To the Lord Treasurer A Treasurer whom Vertue makes to hold Vulturian Talons from the Regal Gold Is Himself greater Treasure then can shine In the Rich womb of an Exchequers Mine 17. To the Kings chief Secretary THe Secrets of three Florid Nations lie Committed to your Tested Secrecie The Kings thoughts are not safe till in the Chest They be lockt up of your most Tacid Breast 18. To the Venetians A Fair laid your Foundations at the first Neptune turn'd Foster-father and them nurst Nor shall mute Fish the Sea Monopolize Your Palaces make proud waves pay excize The Sea now fetter'd gives a City Birth Art baffling Nature water turn'd to Earth Your Empire survives time waves ebb and flow Yet never dare unconstant prove to you It is not strange Venice her self loves Lawes Since she the out-law'd Ocean over-awes 19. To the Lord Chancellor LEst that the Quirks or Rigour of the Laws Should accidentally Injustice cause Deservedly it in your power doth lie To bridle Common-Law with Equitie 20. To the Lord Richard Sacvil Earl of Dorchester YOur Ancestors were Noble you we see The glory of renew'd Nobilitie For you which was a Wonder in old time Seems now Prodigious to our vicious Clime Rewards attending Merits disrespect Love prudent Lawes devasting Arms neglect To prefer Vertue before Power think good And Learning's Jewel before Noble Bloud 21. Cecil Lord Treasurer 1597. ARms abroad are invalid unless that Prudence at Home and Cecil steer the State Cecil is Atlas Brother born Above Cecil Props up Elisa Atlas Jove 22. Vpon the Lord William Cecil's Motto Virtute Duce Comite Fortuna Vertue my Leader Fortune my Companion DIvine Elizabeth Fortune did grace Your wisht Companion with an Earls high place Since there was None her Pleasure durst Rebuke Why made She not Vertue your Leader Duke 23. To Richard Vaughan Bishop of London YOu British Honour are the first from Wales Arriv'd at Londons Sea through happy Gales 24. To the same THose Doctors alwaies pleas'd me who account Their good Lives their good Sermons to surmount Most learned Bishop you not only teach Others their duty but by Life do Preach 25. To Tho. Bilson Bishop of Winchester YOu were my School-master let who will know All these I write I to your Precepts owe 26. The Life of William of Wicham formerly Bishop of Winchester publisht in Latine by Tho. Martin Doctor of the Civil Law THat a dead Man a Person should have freed From deaths black Dungeon few wil make their creed Had you not don this work in Lethe's Brook You had bin drown'd now both live by this Book 27. Winchester Colledge EUrope's chief School our Winchester appears Where I was honour'd to spend younger years To give her the first place Zoilus is bound Suppose he knows great Wicham did her Found 28. Sir Philip Sidney BEcause old Homer did his Praises sing Achilles was thought happy by the King Of large Aemathia Poor wretch am I Whose Muse can't divine Philip Deifie 29. To the same VVHo acts things worthy to be writ or writes Things worth the Reading on no small bliss lights No Plummet sounds your Repute who alone By a rare Genius make these Two but One Readers your Writings covet ev'ry Act Might all Historians Table-books exact Your writings prove you Learned Deeds attest That Prowess Anchors in your noble Brest 30. Upon the Marriage of William Earl of Pembrook and Mary Daughter to the Earl of Salisbury 1605. FOr Nature Wisdom Beauty Age Estates Nobility ye are most equal Mates Yet Sir I this confess you have not wed So Nobly as deserv'd your Bridal-bed And I acknowledge Madam that you are Worthy a Husband yours excelling far 31. To Elizabet Countess of Rutland Daughter to Sir Philip Sidney RAre Philip's Praise did not on Error trip Since he was Father to your Ladiship That was his Honour Yours is for to be Daughter to such Heroick Chivalrie 32. To Lucia Countess of Bedford LIght gave

Clergy is Vertue describ'd without Periphrasis You are the Obadiah who do feed The Prophets of the Lord Relieve their Need. Whilst you continue in this devout way My Muse shall sing and let the Clergy Pray 23. To those Eminent Members of Parliament Sir Horatio Townshead and Sir William Doyle OUr Mother Norfolk trusting in your Care As to Heroick Spirits and sincere Elected ye as Guardians to us all As Good Fathers let not your Children fall Ye who a splendid County represent Must strive to Give the wiser sort content A joynt consent made ye our Supreme Parts Your vertues attract to our Heads our Hearts 24. To the Noble Sir William Paston YOur Recreation is to feed your Eyes With the most select Things the Globe comprize I know the Medium to let you see A wonder Englands choicest Rarity Advance to the reflecting Looking-glass There you may view the Fam'd Mecoena's Face 25. To his highly valued Cousin Will Bloys Esq Author of that celebrated Book call'd Modern Policy I Am a Servant to Morality And thanks your Worth Cousin to Policy I must be Vertues Page lest I fall on The Tortures of your Colasterion 26. To the grave and wise Gentleman Mr. Tuthill TO select you from others of your Name The Epithite of Lord the Vulgar frame Let them call Lord I shall style you a King Who to subjection all your passions bring 27 To the Fair Lady his Daughter ACquaintance with your Father Me commands Humbly to Kiss your Ladiships snow-Hands I dare not approach nigh accept my Muse As she 's a Virgin you cannot Refuse I shall not muster up Hyperboles To make you Rival to the Deities Pallas your Soul Juno your Fortune Grace Venus sits smiling on your lovely Face You need no Poetry these great Truths are That Madam you are Vertuous Wise Rich Fair 28. To that profound Grecian Mr. Duport President of Trinity Coll. in Cambridge THe witty Limner ancient Poets fed With that which admir'd Homer vomited Your curious Palat hated that crude Meat Homer himself you disjoynted and Eat And lest his Children should the Fact reveal You devour'd them too the succeeding Meal 29. To his worthy Friends Work John Sherman B. D. Author of that Pious Work styl'd White Salt RAther then be ungrateful I express My high respect in this so rude a Dress What though my Muse is Lame my Love shan't Halt Nor shall she vend a cornel of Bay-Salt 30. To the Egregious Poet Sir Will. Davenant THat Ben whose Head deserv'd the Roscian Bayes Was the first gave the Name of Works to Playes You his Corrival in this Waspish Age Are more then Atlas to the fainting Stage Your Bonus Genius you this way display And to delight us is your Opera 31. To his Adopted Vncle James Howel Esquire VVHen first propitious Stars conceded Me The sweet enjoyment of your Company I was Adopted your Pity thought fit I at these years should be alli'd to wit Lest I should shame your choice I will Improve And fall to study in Dodona's Grove 32. To the lover of Ingenuity Tho. Stanly Esq NAture in the unfathom'd Stagyrite Compos'd a Body abject to the sight Fortune is more Close-fisted for we finde Few Poets Rich but only in the Minde Nature Fortune in you Cooperate Your Parts are Great Plentiful your Estate A Poet Rich a Mecoenas you be Can our Age Parallel in One these Three 33. To his Loving Friend Mr. Payn Fisher HOw few are English Poets but a Brain That can reach Ela in the Latine strain Is no small wonder Rare in both you be An Ambodexter in true Poetrie 34. To Mr. John Ogilbie YOur sparkling Genius I then did prise When you poor Aesop pleas'd to Manumise I sacrifice these Lines lest I alone Should prove the Cock slight a precious Stone Were Maro now alive He must you prise And by you Homer shall regain his Eyes 35. To his Loving Friend Edmund Wharton M. A. and Fellow of Gon. and Cai. Coll. in Cambridge OVer three Lustrums Time hath almost flown Since your Acquaintance I desir'd to own When Age adopted you were at Expence Of Time and Brains to purchase Eloquence Nor would you let profound Philosophy Be exempt from a serious Scrutiny Run on the Race be ever Fortunate I wish you egresse at Honoris Gate 36. Vpon Home-Spun One of the Ordinary sort of Preachers BUy a Gold Chain you must entreat true weight And 't is a Favour not to meet Deceit If sheets of Vulgar Lead you please to Buy Ask a Pound over Plummers can't Deny Chrysologus will stand but just his Hour Battus cries out My Lungs will hold for four 37. An Epigram that should have been inserted into a Book of the Authors called Advice to Balaams Asse under the Emblem of a Dog barking at the Moon WHen Phoebe's Glory the Curre did espy He flash'd out Lightning from a Threatning Eye And what 's the Reason what you may guesse soon People kick him while they admire the Moon Just so our Momus snarls at Osborns Prayse 'Cause his own Merits cannot reach the Bayes 38. There was also intended for that Book the Picture of an Asse in reference to the Title with this Epigram WE burthen not the dumb Asse which you see Our Pen must scourge lavish Garrulitie No shame to teach a Prating Brute Alasse It was an Angels Task to stop an Asse 39. Vpon the Parliament that voted down the Universities VVHen infant Vipers to the Light do come They kill their Dams by knawing of their Womb A Generation Bald-pate Time ne're Ey'd That durst concurre in voting Matricide Such Vipers as could not their Stings refrain Had not a Pia Mater to their Brain 40. Upon Owen FErtilis Autumno pinguescat Vallis opimo Aurea saxosis Mons habet Exta locis Anglia Doctrinae laetis ditescat Aristis Jactat Odoenum Wallia siccà Tagum Let crouded Wheat the humble Valleys line The steril Mountains Bowels with Gold shine Let England boast Sagacity Since Wales Can with her Golden Owen turn the Scales Verses made Ex tempore and writ in a Ladies book occasioned by a Friends recital of that well-known Fancy of Doctor Corbets Little Lute when I am gone c. And referring to the Covers of a singing Book Painted with Slips of Flowers to several statues which were there view'd and bitter Cherries tasted of by the Author The Lady being absent c. 1. WHen my voracious Eyes first lent a Look Unto the Florid Covers of thy Book I fondly thought this happy Hour Might blesse Me with my wished Flower 2. BUt since my Hopes deluded Me I went And some sad Musings in the Garden spent Where I 'cause thou wert Absent Dearest Love Became the statue of a mourning Dove 3. MY sights swift wheels rapidly roul'd about That it some friendly moisture might find out To quench my flaming Brest Alasse Thou hid'st thy Rayes and I dim-sighted was 4. AT last a smiling Cherry did invite Th' Embraces