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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

●t least with admiration must confess ●t has an air for charming and for sweet Much more than others though than hers much less ●o those bold Gyants who would scale the Skie ●lthough they in their high attempt did fall ●his comfort had They mounted yet more high ●han those who never strove to climb at all ●omfort thee then and think it no disgrace ●om so great height a little to decline ●nce all must grant the reason of it was ●●r too great Excellence and no want of thine To the Dutchess of Cleveland On her new Accession of TITLES An. 1670. ALthough your Graces Modestie is so great You won't admit of your own praises yet We well may praise you under Beauties name And You and Beauty Madam are the same To ask then what in Beauty we can finde To honour so ' is question of the blinde Since all have any sense or eyes may see It self alone is its own dignity And Monarch-like does in it self comprise All other Titles Stiles and Dignities Th' are envious then at its advancement grutch Or think it can be honour'd here too much That might in aneient times if it had been Have chose what Constellation 't wou'd be in Either t' have sat in Cassiopoei's Throne Or to be crown'd with Ariadne's Crown There is no Honour underneath the skie That is for Beauty too sublime and high To the Earl of S. Albans Lord Chamberlain to His Majestie My Lord THough we allow Fortune no Deity Yet sure there 's some such fickle thing as She That has great pow'r over th' unwiser sort And next to Vertue can do much in Court. For since i' th' Court y 'ave stood and honoured been How many Revolutions have we seen How many strange Examples have we known Of Favourites sh' has rais'd and overthrown Whilst none but such as You can firmly stand Not rais'd by Fortune's but by Vertue 's hand Live ever honour'd then ever the same Still more and more ennobling Iermin's Name And live a Great Example unto all Who tottering stand in Court and fear to fall How none but those are rais'd by Vertues hand Can either safely rise or firmly stand On Mris STVART STVART a Royal Name that springs From Race of Caledonian Kings Whose vertuous minde and beautious frame Addes Honour to that Royal Name What praises can we worthy finde To celebrate your form and minde The greatest pow'r that is on Earth Is giv'n to Princes by their Birth But there 's no pow'r in Earth nor Heav'n Greater than what 's to Beauty given That makes not onely Men relent When unto rage and fury bent But Lions tame and Tygers mild All fierceness from their brests exil'd Such Wonders yet could ne'r be done By Beauties pow'r and force alone Without the force and power to boot Of excellent goodness added to 't For just as Iewels we behold More brightly shine when set in Gold So Beauty shines far brighter yet In goodness and in vertue set Continue then but as you are So excellently good and fair Let Princes by their Birthrights sway You 'll have a Power as great as they On her Dancing at White-hall All shining with JEWELS SO Citharea in th'Olympick Hall And th' rest o' th' Stars dance their Celestial Ball As Stuart with the rest o' th' Nymphs does here The brightest Beauties of the British Sphere Who wou'd not think her Heav'n to see her thus All shine with Starry Iewels as she does Or some what heavenlier yet to see her Eyes Out shine the Starry Iewels of the Skies Onely their splendour's so exceeding bright Th' excess confounds and blindes us with the sight Just like the Sun who 's bright to that degree Nothing is more nothing less seen than he Mean time the rapid motion of the Spheres Is not more sweet nor ravishing than hers And 't is not th' harmony makes her dance but She With dancing 't is that makes the harmony Next to divinest Cynthia Queen of Light Never was seen a Nymph more fair and bright Nor ever shall 'mongst all her Starry train Though those in heav'n shou'd all come down again On her Marriage WITH The Duke of Richmond THe fairest Nymph in 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 o'r others triumpht had Is Hymens captive now her self and led In triumph to the Noble Richmond's Bed Nor is it strange to see about her flie As many Cupids as are Stars i' th' skie 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 Nymph so beautiful and young Is strange indeed and does enough declare That she is full as vertuous as fair And all those lovely graces has beside As ere made Bridegroom happie in a Bride TO IAMES Earl of Northampton WHilst you your Father 's Noble steps did trace And still were found where greatest danger was As none i' th' Wars more active was than you So none has since more suffer'd for it too By Plundring Harassing Imprisonment And all successful Rebels could invent To punish Loyalty with in such a time When being Loyal was the greatest Crime All which you not with patience alone But ev'n with chearfulness have undergone Wishing your danger loss and suffering Far greater yet in serving of your King And that far from the merc'nary regard Of those did less for Honour than Reward And you 've the Honour of 't let other men Take the Reward you do not envie them To Sir WILLIAM DVCEI On his Three Entertainments Of the KING Prince of Tuscany and Prince of Denmark All the same Year An. 1669. DVcei who bravely knows to spend When 't is for any noble end And never sticks at the expence When 't is to shew magnificence For th' Royal Entertainment that Thou gav'st unto thy Prince of late The Honour onely is thine own But what 's to other Princes done The honour which to that is due Is both thine own and others too In that th' art but a private man In this a publike person and Thy Country shou'd ungrateful be Shou'd it not always honour Thee Who know'st so bravely how to spend When 't is for any noble end And never sticks at the expence When 't is to shew magnificence To Mr. BERNARD HOWARD Brother to the Duke of Norfolk Segnite il Pocchi non li vulgare genti I Grant you Sir I have a minde unfit For my low fortune and too high for it But sure you 'll grant 't is better have it so Than for high fortune t' have a minde too low By that a man is elevated to An Angels pitch attain'd by onely few By this the Noble soul is ev'n deprest Unto the Vulgar almost to the Beast This Sentence I have ta'n for Motto then Follow the few not vulgar sort of men Nor care I what the common people say For being not of their

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 Printed at LONDON And are to be sold by the Booksellers of London and Westminster 1675. THE Preface I Publish these Epigrams as I make them the last the first which may excuse me if I rank them accordingly They are every year a new Work by adding the new unto the old and behold those of this present year Their Subject is chiefly Heroick as are the persons whose praises they contain And I writ them chiefly to let the World know That as we want not many praise-worthy persons so ther want not some to praise them for 't And that you may not think me ambitious of names I mention none but those I have the honour to know and be known unto For the Style you are no more to expect the force and grandeur of Epick and Heroick Poems in an Epigram than the force of a Ship of War or grandeur of a huge Carrack in a Yaught or Pleasure-boat Suffice it if it be such as I describe in this Epigram What Ayres in point of Musick are the same In point of writing is your Epigram Short quick and sprightly and both these and those When th' Ear expects it comes unto a close 'T is but few lines but those like Gold well-try'd Out of the dross of many lines beside And Poetry's language of the gods but these In brief the language of the Oracles 'T is short but in its shortness does comprize The Point of Wit wherein the sharpness lies And 's nothing worth if any thing be sed Or tedious dull or vulgar-spirited Poets can't write nor Orators declame But all their Wit is chiefly Epigram In fine in Verse and Prose and every thing Your Epigram is writing for a King Some may mislike them perhaps because they treat not of Love nor Love-matters but others may like them the better and for my part since the itch of lascivious love is but the scab of Poetry I should be sorry any one should find in my Writings that I with my scratching had exulcerated it TO His Majesty VOuchsafe Great Sire on these to cast Your sight Made chiefly for Your MAJESTIES delight By him has cast off all Ambition But pleasing and delighting You alone Counting it highest Honour can befall To delight Him who 's the Delight of all The first Book of EPIGRAMS Written An. 1673. On the Duke of ORMOND's going along with the KING in Banishment WHen I but onely mention Ormond's Name Methinks it is enough of Epigram Ormond who never left the KING but went Alwayes along with Him in Banishment Whil'st many in that dark and cloudy Time Made too great difference 'twixt the KING and him So nearer Garments never quit their Master When stormy winds do blow but stick the faster While light and looser ones like Scarfs they find Are blown away with every storm of wind And so the KING rewards him now we see With nearest Trust for his Fidelity Who well discerns the difference betwixt them Who follow His Fortune and who follow Him And knows that who in adverse Times ne'r leave Him Are those in prosp'rous Times will ne'r deceive Him To the Earl of OSSORY on his Return from SEA An. 73. MY LORD YOur Friends are glad y' ar safely come ashore And all desire you 'd go to Sea no more Nor put your Life in danger to be lost On Forreign Seas nor on a Forreign Coast. What need you go Y 'ave hazarded enough And put your Valour to th' extremest proof And as for Honour y 'ave by Land such store You need not go to Sea to purchase more If 't be to serve your Countrey that you go There 's none so ignorant who does not know You with your head may serve it more by Land Than ever any at Sea did with their hand In fine The Brave and Noble Ossory Is known and honoured enough by Sea And now the Land desires to have its share Of knowing and of honouring him there To the Lady MARY CANDISH MADAM IN this our Age when thar so Critick grown They seek to find out spots even in the Moon And Sun it self I scarce should be believ'd If I should tell how virtuously y 'ave liv'd Pure as a Chrystal mirrour chaste as Ice And full as free from stain or spot of Vice Nor Stars in Heaven nor Ermins on the Snow In all their wayes could more unblemisht go One who the Secret and Receipt has got To silence Rumour and stop Slanders Throat When everywhere th' ar so outragious grown To bark and bite at Fames of every one The onely Sanctuary where Vertu 's free And Feminin Honour safe and finally The best example of a Virgins life And perfect pattern of a married Wife These are your praises and you may contest With any of your Sex for all the rest To JAMES Duke of MONMOUTH begun at his going into France An. 1669 and ended at his coming from the Siege of Maestricht An. 1673. VVE to the French as much in Court did yield As they to us did formerly i' th' Field Till Manmouth went and overcame them more I' th' Court than e'r we did i' th' Field before How fatal to the French is Monmouth's Name They shu'd be twice thus Conquer'd by the same By Valour first in War and now no less A second time by Gallantry in Peace Now Noble Monmouth Was it not enough That thou in Court shu'dst give so great a proof How gallant and how brave thou wert but thou I' th' Field shu'dst give no less a proof of 't too Since thou so early dost begin to tread The paths of Virtue which to Honour lead From this great Valour and great Soul of thine What may the World expect of thee in time But for our glory thou shu'dst Conquer more Than ever Harry Monmouth did before To the Duke of ALBEMARLE going to SEA IN these our Warlike Times when every one Is going to Sea and shames to stay at home Your King and Countrey have more care than so Amongst the rest my Lord to let you go For th' honour which your Father left you is Not only yours but your Posterities And they as his Trustees concerned ar Till y 'ave an Heir you shu'd not go to War Like falling Palaces which none repairs Their Honours are whose Houses have no Heirs And they but build without foundation Who have no Heirs to found their Houses on They know upon what ground you found your Right Of being a Souldier and of going to fight But if born of a General as you ar You think y 'ave so great Right to go to War Your Son will have a greater Right than you Not only born o' th' Race of one but two These are their chiefest Arguments and how You 'll answer them my Lord I do not know To FRANCES Dutchess of RICHMOND on