frâ—m the dâ—eary rock Though heâ— hard hap t' was afâ—erwaâ—d to be In faster bands then when thou sâ—â—st her free To my true friend and euery way accomplished Maister Wentwoth â—radburie Epigram 57. BEloued Sir if that your Norfolk should Conceale some one man from the câ—mmon view Who leâ—â—ned Learning iustâ—y vaâ—ew 〈◊〉 And giue both Artes and all good 〈◊〉 their due Not from a vulgâ—r iudgement and a minde That 's meerely Norfolk barten hard and drie But from eâ—pâ—â—â—â—nce and your skill reâ—ind By â—â—auaâ—le â—oâ—h in â—rance and Italie And bad mâ— name â—â—m from amâ—ng the rest Your selfe the Man I presently had ghess'd To my Kind friend Captaine Henry Lucy the Paragon of Chiualry Epigram 58. SIr if true â—alour with sound honesty A hart hand that neuer failâ—s his friend The Badâ—es of the brâ—â—est spiâ—its be And best that man can euen in man coÌ„mend I wish I might the wholâ— worâ—d one day see Your men to weare them with your liuery Vpon Podarges Epâ—gâ—am 59. POdarâ—â—â— hâ—th one onely sonne and heire An 〈◊〉 which put'â— him in a â—eare If he were dâ—â—dâ— he would bee bâ—gd by some Wherefâ—re he â—oth for learned counsell come To Gruâ— his neâ—ghbour dwelling on the green Who of thâ—â— hundred best in law iâ— seeneâ— Grub doth aduise him to strike vp a match With Dol the daughter of his neighbour Patch Or for a foole before that he be cited And lose his land with speed to get him knighted Vpon Rosimus Epigram 60. MIshapâ— aswell by water as by land Our humane fâ—ailty euery houre attend With all his wit which man cannot withstand As may appeare by Rosimus my friend Who going to Duke Humphries to â—up Was on the Thames by Baylies snapped vp Vpon Sir R. Epigram 61. HIs wife or seruant to be halfe a foole A knight I know by London wiâ—heâ—h ofâ— But what 's his reasonâ— maâ—ty Sir O Toole Himselfe would make the other halfe t is thought To Maister Bartholomew Hâ—les Iustice of the peaâ—â—â—n the towne of Warwicke Epigram 62. WHethersoeuer Sir it be my chance To see your â—ace yet once again or noâ— You euer liue in my rememberance And since I cannâ—â— pay the debt I ow To your desertâ— yet will I hâ—uâ— it told To one vnthankfull you gaue not your gold To Maister Thomas Townsend of Testerton Epigram 63. RIght worthy sir for that respect and cheere I found at your comparelesse Testerton With my best friends I do inuite you heere Vnto our Muses meaâ—e collation Which far your bounteous entertaine put downe The only best housekeeper in your towne Vpon Gemma Epigram 64. HIs orders Gemma quite hath throwne away And turnd in colours roaring Boy they sayâ— His friends though thinke hee 'le preach and pray agen His clarke the Hangman but must say Amen To Anthony my Stationer Epigram 65. A Souldier Scholler and an honest man I euer loued Anthonâ— as life Thou art no Souldier but aâ—t honest whan We know for certaine that thou hadst a wife And I dare sweare by sacred Hipâ—ocâ—ene Thou wantst no learning in thy shop I meane Vpon Gloriosos house Epigram 66. SEe yee yon braue house which Glorioso built Another Babell to diuulge hiâ— name Or rather Bable with the tuâ—â—etâ— guilt An hundred smokeles chymneies in the same Whose frontispice is window all and glasse That doth both high-way the town affront As if it bade obeisance to the Asse Sir Counâ—er-Puffe who is the owner on 't You 'ld little thinke that Barley and the Beant Affordes their purest manchet when they dine And that their only curre is growne so leane He is not able for to hold a Swine While he andâ—s Mule lie in the Citty stabled All winter long t' auoid the parish poore His coltes and groomes though yonder still are tabledâ— The dog a girle the shepheard and no more Vpon the God-dammee's band Epigram 67. WHat is the reason of God-dammee's band Inch deepe and that his fashion doth not alter God-dammee saues a labour vnderstand In pulling't off when he puts on the halter Vpon two Ladiâ—s Epigram 68. TWo Citty Ladies pendants of the Court Where late I liu'd did commonly resort And in the garden one day as they walked Thus gathering flowers each to either talkedâ— What liues good Lord these Country creatures leade O're one of vs within the Citty bred What dainty flowers what arbors walkes and trees Poore soules they haue and looke where stand the beesâ— Goodnesse a mee see Madam where Thrist growes My Sweet-hart loues not it shold â—ouch his noseâ— And by my patience quoth the other I Aâ— ill abide this scuruy Honesty It beares no flower nor carrieâ— any smell Yet Country Ladies wear 't and like it well To my Reader Epigram 69. MY Person is another as I list I now but act the Epigrammaâ—ist To my towardly and hopefull Scholer Maister Edward Chamberlaine of Barnham Broome Epigram 70. NED neuer looke againe those daies to see Thou liud'st when thou appliedst thy booke with me What true affection bare we each to either How often walking in the fields together Haue I in Latin giu'n the names to thee Of this wild Flower that Bent this blossom'd tree This speckled Flie that Hearb this water rush This worme or weed the Bird on yonder bush How often when yee haue beene ask'd a play With voices viols haue we pass'd the day Now entertaining those weake aires of mine Anon the deepe delicious Transalpine Another while with pencill or with peâ— Haue limnd or drawn our friends pourtaiesâ— then Commixing many colours into one Haue imitaâ—ed some carnation â—trange field-found flower or a rare seene flie â— curious land-schap or a clouded sky Then haply wearie of all these would goe Vnto that Poeme I haue labourd so Thus past our leasuâ—eable howers away And yee did learne â—uen in the midst of play Vpon Corax Epigram 71. OLd Corax putting on glassen eine Bids Trudge his man to reach this booke of mine And by the fire in his wâ—eker chaire One foote vpon the â—onges me think I heare Him cough say this Author hath some wit Pitty hee made no better vse of it Vpon Sir Acolastus Epigram 72. HOdge art awake what shall we do to day To cardes go drinke or else go see a play Not I Goddammee I was last night drunke Rogue hold yee this key from my truncke Go fetch me out my saâ—â—en suâ—e de Roy My Mistres bracelet and de' yee heare me boy A light a pipe and some Tobacco vp With ale a toâ—t a nut-meg and a cup Let Patricke saddle chest-nut and bid Meg Prouide's a dish of butter and an egge Thus like a mil-horse Acolastus treades The selfe same circle and this life he leadeâ— Saue when he heares perhaps the sermon bel Heâ— keepes his bed and that day is not well Vpon my selfe Epâ—gram 73. LOoke how a Citie Tailor when he makeâ— A iouiall summer iourney to his mind In
life he liued in Yet long hereof for thiâ—st Dick could not thinke But drawer cries now for thy smallest drinke Vpon Gellia Epigram 18. VVHen Gâ—llia went to schoole and was a girle Her teeth for whitenes might coÌ„pare with pearl But after she the taste of sweeâ—e meates knew They turn'd all Opals to a peâ—fect blew Now Gellia tâ—kes Tobacco what should let But last they should conueâ—â—ed be to let Vpon Nasuâ—o Epigram 19. VVHen at the Table once I did auerre Well taken Discords best did please the eare And would be iudg'd by any Quâ—rister Were in the Chappell Paules or Westmiâ—ster Nasuto sitting at the neather end First hauing drunâ—e and cough'd quoth he my frend If that were true my wife and I I feare Should soone be sent for to the Arch-dukes Quire Vpon the Aâ—se Epigram 20. THe Aâ—se a Courtier on a time would be And trauaild forraine fashions for to see But home returned foshiâ—n he could none Hiâ— mane and taile were onely larger growne Vpon Vertue Mistrisse Milla's maid Epigram 21. SAith Arisâ—otle Vertue ought to be Communicâ—â—iue of her selfe and free And hath not Vâ—rtue Milla's maid beene so Who 's growne hereby as big as she can go To the nobly-disposed modest and faire Sisters Mâ—â—stresse Aleezia and my euer-honored Mistresse Mistâ—esse Anne Dudley Epigram 22. IF to admire and tell the world yee are Of all I know sweete Maids aboue compare For bounty beauty wit and goodly grace Th'extracted quint'sence of your noble race Would pay that euerlasting summe I ow To your respectfull fauours well I knowâ— I should as much adde to your worth as he That guilds his di'mond inkeâ— the Iuorie And by these Titles rather you dishonor Which euery wayting maid hath pinn'd vpon her Now by her Masters Clarke since praises commoâ— As perrukeâ— are growne stale with euery woman So let me thriue as euer I abuse Chaste Poesie and prostitute my Muse T'vnworthinesse or follow the hot sent Of rising Greatnesse with the rablement Or letter of an idle name rehearse Thaâ—'s empty of Desert in all my verse To the learned and euery way accomplished Sir Hamond Straunge Knight Eâ—igram 23. SIr though you are a stranger to our time And liue a farre as in another clime Our Muse her flight with nimble wing doth take To gratulate you for good Letters sake So with the same stone needles touch'd agree And hold one motion though remote they â—ee Vpon a Spanish Souldier Epigram 24. A Spanish Souldier sicke vnto the death His Pistoll to 's Physition did bequeath Who did demand what should the reason be ' Boue other things to giue him that quoth he This with youâ— practise ioyned you may kill Sir all aliue and haue the world at will To Laura Epigram 25â— IF true as common that old prouerbe be A blacke man is in beautieâ— eye a pearle To prooue thy selfe as faire as any she Then Laura loue and liue with me my girle Vpon Count Surly Epigram 26. COunt Surly will no scholler entertaine Or any wiser then himselfe â—ow â—o The â—â—ason is when fooles are in his traine His wit amongst them makes a goodly show Vpon Corydon Epigram 27. A Home-spunne peasant in his manner rude His Vrine brought close stopped in a glasse Vnto his Doctor who when it had view'd Demanded straight what countrieman he was Quoth Corydon with making legs full low Your worship that shall by my water know Vpon Otho Epigram 28. THree daughters Otâ—â— hath his onely heires But will by no meanâ—s hâ—â—â— theâ— lâ—arne to write Cause after hiâ— ownâ— humou◠〈◊〉 he feares The'â—l one day leaâ—ne loâ—â— lâ—tâ—â—â—s to â—ndiâ—â— The youngâ—st now 's with â—hild â—ho taught her thâ—n Or of her selâ—e learn'd she to hold her pen To the Noble minded and most worthy Maister Thomas Knyvet of Ashwelâ—hâ—rp Epigram 29. YOur Great learn'd Grandsire to you at his death Accomplish'd 1 Mars with â—allas2 did bequeatâ—â— And since I heare you so laid your plot That Venus3 or a fairer you haue got To the Towne of Wimondham in Norfolk Epigram 30. WIndham I loue thee and I loue thy soile Yet euer loath'd that neuer ceasing toile Of thy faire Schoole which whileâ— that it was free My selfe the Maister lost my libertie Vpon Indeeâ—la Epigram 31. INdeedla grumbles much that hee a penny Is leuied in collection to the poore Indeedla but you are the first of any Will contribute vnto a handsome In Dianam maâ—itum alloqâ—entâ—m Epigram 32. ALthough my name Diana husband he Y' are no Aâ—â—eon I am sure quoâ—h she Thankes wife replieâ— hee I did neâ—â—â— feare Thoul'dst lay vpon mee more then I could beare To Maister William Baker Sâ—cretarie vnto my L. G. of Cantuarburie Epigram 33. SIr midst the great employments and the toile That do distract you in affaires of State Remit your cares and high raisd thoughts a while And see what Floâ—ers our baâ—ren soile oâ— late Vnthâ—ught of hâ—â—h prodâ—c'd or rather weedes That â—hew theâ—â— headâ— befâ—re the better seedes Though like a cuning Herbalist you know Such haue their sâ—asâ—ns and their virtues all Yet if you finde that heerein ought doth grow Vnwhâ—lesome ill I 'le hâ—â—lâ— it o're the wall Whâ—le others censure glâ—dly wâ—e do heare Your iudgment onely puts vâ— in a feaâ—e To Maister Christopher Sherland of Graies Inne Epigram 34. BEloued Sir since you haue followed me In your vnthought of Iourney thorough France The lower Belgia and high Germanie I wish againe it were my happy chance To follow you and my estate to raise By thrift the onely trauaile of our daies Vpon an Italian Prouerbe Epigram 35. Three women met vpon the market day Do make a market they do vse to say In Italy and why their â—onâ—ues do wâ—â—ke As loud as if an hundred men did talke Some heaâ—ing thâ— swâ—â—e had his wife beene there And made a fourth there might haue beene a Faire Vpon Hugh Epâ—gram 36. HVgh should haue gone to Oxfoâ—d th' other day But turu'd at Tiborne and so lost his way An Epitaph vpon a Colliar Epigram 37. Heâ—re lies the Colliar 〈◊〉 Dashâ—â— By whom death nothing gainâ—â— hâ— swore For liuing he was duâ—t and ashes And being dead he is no more To Maister Michaâ—l Drâ—â—â—on Epigram 38. WHat thinkst thou worthy Michâ—el of our Times When onely Almanack and ballâ—d rimes Are in request now where those Worthies be Who formerly did cherish poesie Where is Augustus oh no rather she Would lend an eare vnto thy Melodie Sweete poeâ—resse her sâ—lâ—e whereâ—â— Sâ—rvey and Our Phoenix Sydney Eâ—sex Comberlâ—â—â— With numbers moe of whom we are bereft That scarce a prop th' abandon'd Mâ—sâ— haâ—h lâ—ft But what 's the reason they thâ—t lâ—st define For mee except the same of Aretâ—nâ— Who one day asked why that Great ones now Will noâ—â—â—â—â—d to Poetâ—y aâ—â—ow Reâ—lied becaâ—s◠〈…〉 doth suggest In Poet 〈…〉 〈…〉 take in hâ—nâ— To Paâ—â—â—â—n◠〈…〉 Vpon Epâ—â—â—amâ—9 â—9 DRumme by descent swearâ—â— heâ—â— a Gentleman Forâ—â— faâ—her
euery Towne will call for ale and cakeâ— His wife set smiling in her coach beâ—ind Rapt with delighâ— to see the pride of May The frisking lambeâ— green geese by the way So now this Spring my merry Muse and I Must walke the world abroad take the aiâ—e Who at our worke all Winter close did ly And our decaied spirits go repaire Then Enuy none our Mirth vpon the way For once a yeare Apolo laugheâ— they say Vpon Mildred Epigram 74. MIldred my Ladie Too-goods chambermaid Hath now her wageâ— by her Maister paid Not quarterly but duely once a yeare And in a purse as bigge as she can beare Vpon Mend-shâ—â— Epigram 75. MEnd-shoo did waâ—e so deepe to dig for rooteâ— At last he ran himselfe quite or'e â—he bootes Vpon Sir Simon Harpax Epigram 76. SIr Harpax when a Benefice doth fall Enquiâ—es about for him that will giue mostâ— For meriâ— mooues him not a whit at all But must without it emptie kisse the post Yet if he feele some farmer gin â—o bite For 's late commenced sonne he tells him â—haâ— His many yeares true seruice to requiâ—e He hath bestow'd the Graunt vpon his man Who to him goes agrees takes the gold To 's Maister vse when without more ado Reâ—urning it and by Sir Harpaxâ—old â—old He pockets vp peâ—haps a peece or two Hence Harpâ—x sweares among his other shifts He none preferres but men of passing gifâ—s Vpon Crab. Epigram 78. CRab being caught and in the Sergeants power For shame and anger look'd both red and sower To Maister Iohn Browne of Spâ—â—kes in Tacolneston Epigram 79. I Told you though you haue the world at wilâ— To happines there somewhat wanteth still Which is not as you haue to haue a wife Thaâ—'s young and passing faire to leade a life Without disturbe to haue a perfect health Abound in chargeles and vnpurchas'd wealth These are without one and vnto a mind Soule-sick skil-poore or with ambition blind Confere no more vnto it's ease say I Then do rich curtaines and a Canopie With pearle and gold embroyder'd all about Vnto my Lord who lies vpon the gout Though much content herâ— from a man may find Who can denie the foâ—ntaine is â—he mind Whence must the soft and siluer streame arise To fence aswell as feede our Paradise Then as yee would some â—oodly fabrick râ—â—re Lay your foundation sure the heauenly feareâ— And puâ—e religion hereon let be pight Your liues strong frame that 's â—onest and vprighâ— Make châ—ise aâ— studdes of â—rusty friends that will Like heaâ—t of oke not sâ—rinke for good or ill Not the rude rout who onely frendship measure As they get by you and one does them pleasure Of frendship these the base subsistence be And surfeâ— of all ingenuitie These are the pies that on your peare-tree â—op But build to eaâ—e the fruite in Autumne vp Or these doublâ—d throated layes you find To eaâ—e your â—heries leaue the stones behind Or haply fill'd their bellies fâ—om the â—ree Beray the bow and so away they flâ—e I then aduise you for to make your light Behind experience a fore fore-sight Sith none knowes what may fall close couerd lay Vp somewhat to withstand a rainy day Let artes good partes a conscience cleere of sin Bee your best pride and household stuffe within Then lest the circle in your center rest And hold your selfe aboue a monarch blest Vpon my selfe Epigram 80. I thinke the place that gaue me first my birth The genius had of epigram and mirth There famous Moore did his Vâ—opia wright And thence came Heywoods Epigrams to light And then this breath I drew wherewith our owne These shaken leaues about the world are blowne Vpon Grantorto Epigram 81. THe morrow after iust Saint Georges day Grantorto piâ—â—ous drunke saâ—e in a diâ—ch His handes byâ—s side his gelding straid away His scarlet hose and doublet very rich With mudde and mine all beastly raid and by His feather huge broad brimm'd hat did ly We ask'd the reason of his sitting there Zounds cause I am King Solomon quoth hee And in my throneâ— then for the loue we beare Replied my selfe vnto your Maiestie Wee 'le pull you out henceforth wish your grace Would speak your prouerbs in a warmer place Vpon Dâ—â—â—â— Epigram 8â— I Duâ—â—â— ask'd as we at supper sate How long he had liu'd in the married staâ—e Sir iust quoth Duâ—mo with my wife I met In the great plague time I remember yet And â—ighing as he would haue burst in twaine Saidâ— now almost the thirtieth of her raigne To R.H. my iouiall host at Viroche Epigram 83. I Wish old Robin that we had thee heere To lie a little with Sir Rossicleere He sweares the Persian summers are so whot That while he drank the Sun did melt the pot Thou swear'st in Russia that it freezeth so That men with sneezing off their noses throw He sayes that one day in a skirmish hot On 's rapier point he tooke the flying shot Thou toldst me how an Irishman was slaine Shot through the braines after seru'd again He vo'wd that mans flesh was his only meate In Rome and neither bread not salt could getâ— And thou reportedst how at Remingham A leaguet was and thou therein the same Where th' horse dranke vp so dry a running flood That some were choak'd with fishes in the mud He saies the Morgor mus'd how England can As was himselfe afford so braue a man Thou in all townes throughout the Netherland Swearest thou hast swordes lie prest at thy command Thus at the Truâ—â— yee much at one do roame Saue thou liest neerer faâ—â—her hee from home Vpon Rinaldo and Reiner Epigram 84. RInaldo meeting Reiner in the streete Deepe in his debt he thus doth â—einer greete You know some money is betwixt vs two That welny now these ten yeares hath beene dueâ— Quoth Reiner looking downe vnto his fâ—ete I' faith and we will part it if I see 't But as I liue Rinaldo I find none As faine as you I would you had your owne Vpon Saburro Epigram 85. SAburro now hath sold both house and lands Exceeding much vpon his gentry stands Auerâ—ing how his Ancestrie and name From Normandiâ— in with the conquest came Saburro should thy gentries plea stand good Then â—ag and rag might be of gentle blood Vpon Milo Epigram 86. MIlo beleeues and hath a wager laid The world will end within these fourteene yeare By whom or where the mony shâ—ll be paid But if he winnes is Milo's onely feare To my ingenious pupill and most honest atturney Maister Iohn Cock of Deepham Epigram 87. IF Reason be the soule of law I faine In this point pupill would resolued bee How is it that a statute doth maintaine That when the law defines the contrarie Yet reason though far stronger must giue place And law against reason carry cleare the case To my very friend Maister Thomas Augush Epigram 88. VVIth other friendâ— I bid you to my