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A court of judicature in imitation of Libanius. With new epigrams. By the hand that translated Martial.
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Killigrew, Henry, 1613-1700.
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1697
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Wing K443A; ESTC R213555
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sunk into a Bog Said I no Mastiff Madam have you nor a Hog Epigram 70. On the same Without Resentment tho thou did'st depart My Answer vext thee to the very Heart What Say'st thou rather praise a filthy Hog Or Mastiff than my self and genté Dog He shews beside a Person meanly bred That talks at such a rate of white and red Smutty were more agreeable Discourse Than Language so uncourtly and so course Epigram 71. On a Bumkin There came upon a Law Suit to the Town One Master call'd for 's Wealth by Birth a Clown He ask'd a Friend where he might daily eat Who answer'd Ord'naries at all Rates treat But there I hear they swagger and they fight And I in broken Pates take no Delight Be not then positive no Man gainsay Take care a fair Respect to all you pay 'Gainst Quarrels this he found a good Defence Only his Stomach gave my Host Offence Who often wish'd him and his twelve pence thence And once sharp set on Beef to none a Foe One coming in gave him aswinging Blow But strait profess'd it was upon Mistake Nor know I I protest what of 't to make Said he fed on and the King's Peace ue'er brake Epigram 72. On Lewis the 14th While thou art safe thy Soldiers on thy score By Thousands fall on Heaps all Europe o'er Th' Assassins undergo just Princes Rage 'T is pitty thou thy self dost ne'er engage Epigram 73. Censorinus Thou say'st on trivial Subjects I do write Things of too mean a Nature bring to light What wou'dst thou have I shew the Ways of Me◠And must what 's wise only take up my Pen Th' are Epigrams to say no more I frame And Titles of all sorts answer their Name Nor Martial more than Nugae his did call Tho' things of Bulk vail oft' to what are small A Spark of Di'mant set in Gold by Art Excells a Freestone that will load a Cart A Piece by Browar but of one Foot square In Worth with vast Designs of Rubens may compare If Storms feign'd Wars as great things thee delight Virgil consult but Martial why do'st slight Follys are trifling nothing is more true But trifling 't is not them aright to shew All Vice is mean degen'rate low and base Yet noble it may be Vice to uncase I rake in Mire but not immer'st am seen Dunghills I turn but keep my self still clean Favour no Crimes nor am I found obscene That Epigrammatist he might appear Soure Beza to write Baudry did not fear Epigram 74. To Priscus Thus to one David did a Person say Renowned David famous to this Day Son of Goliah who did Sampson slay Epigram 75. On Planca Thou laugh'dst aloud to see Addresses paid To a fair Widdow and thou by a Maid But tho thou feign'dst to scorn thy Heart is wrung Youth was thought old and Beauty ever young Epigram 76. On the Poems on the Affairs of State My Sense Calenus freely to relate O' th' Poems stil'd on the Affairs of State Lampoons and Libels they to me do seem The Church the King the Monarchy their Theme But as they these themselves they also brand Malice and Lewdness going Hand in Hand I thought at first they were a mere Contest Whether smooth Verse or rough and strong were best Denham's and Dryden's Waller's Names were glad To see but reading this Conceit I had Dryden writ young Denham when he was mad From Muse's Laws the Waller ne'er did range He a wrong Cause to varnish made not strange Rochester 'mong the best I wou'd reherse Were he as great in Vertue as in Verse And noblest Wits wou'd sweat to reach his Praise No Head than his deserving more the Bayes In Marvels Vein I fancy'd that I saw The Chains in Bedlam Ravings and the Straw As dark and mystical as fierce and Wood There ever best where he 's least understood Milton is also mention'd in the List And present but involv'd as in a Mist And you may sep'rate Water mix'd with Wine Sooner than 's Pen from that before disjoyn Tho far unlike as Sense and empty prate Milton the Venom adding and the Weight Like Heat and Cold they joyn'd together thunder But Marvel single ne'er appear'd a Wonder I doubt not but these Pieces were compos'd For sev'ral Ends tho now for one expos'd And Mastery in Verse is least design'd Treason 's the Business Poetry's the Blind For not to name what 's scurrilously writ O' th' Church late Ages common place of Wit W' are told if just and great things we affect The State of Monarchy we must reject Such Blessings from a Commonwealth expect That noble Monk play'd but the perjur'd Knave When Rebels he deceiv'd and did his Country save Portentous Times that can produce thing thing Friends joyn'd with Foes to abrogate a King Even those the King Heaven's highest Blessing own With France and Rome plot to subvert his Throne The Hellish Fogs of Forty One arise Threatning a second Time t' o'erspread our Skys No Place is here the Satyrist to play Forbear my Muse tehse Days call more to pray Epigram 77. On Baccha I know no Tyranny that can compare With Kindness from a Woman that 's not fair Probus says Bacchae tho you will not dine Sit by me yet and take a Glass of Wine Vastly she eat and did as largely drink Broke Wind for Ease and scrupl'd not to st k. All she cought up or from her Brain did flow She swallow'd which for second Course did go Of green-fin'd Oysters sh 'ad a double Bed One is her Stomach t'other in her Head Feeling a Qualm abruptly I with-drew Else as I saw her eat she'ad seen me sp Epigram 78. On the Priest's Girdle The glorious God that did the World create That those at 's Altar serv'd might suit his State Himself prescrib'd the Garments they should wear Nor were the Robes of Kings so gorgeous fair The smallest Piece the Girdle did unfold Scarlet and Purple interwove with Gold Habits not only made to take the Sight But Rev'rence to conveigh with the Delight This Age whatever's holy dares defame A Surcingle the Sacerdotal Girdle name And for a Myst'ry the Reproach must pass It girds a Priest that is a blockish Ass. When Gentiles did the Deity display Like to a Man or Ox that eateth Hay Well may his Servants the Disgrace digest That Atheists martial them among the Beast Epigram 79. To Eudora and Silvia Prob. Most justly excellent and matchless Pair On your fair Arms you each a Garland wear Eudo. Without consulting by our Genius led We both conspir'd with them to crown thy Head Prob. No glorious Nimphs Whos 's he that dires deface Such divine Trophies to assume their Grace Those who your Vertues know and Beautys see These Laurels to your Merit will decree Silv. Ambitiously we Honour came to pay But more adorn'd our selves we go away Epigram 80. On Damon and Phillis Phillis as proud in Youth as she was fair Fond Damon brought