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Innocui Sales. A collection of new epigrams Vol. I. With a præfatory essay on epigrammatic poetry.
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Killigrew, Henry, 1613-1700.
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say What 's this Found him embrac'd him met him with a kiss Hands they did shake and for a pretty space One's rube Nose joyn'd t'other's purple Face They smil'd that cou'd the Myst'ry unfold The Man it seems drunk stiff and good Wine sold Lovers and Courtiers Rivals do not brook But Drunkards kindly on their Rivals look 67. EPIGRAM To the Generous THe Jew all Interest was forbid to take Advantage from his Brothers Want to make Their wise Men from this Law did thus decree Thy Brother Jew shall not Obsequious be For any Loan pay servile Usury Crouch or demean himself more abject low Pay a Respect before he did not owe. 68. EPIGRAM On a Lady's Musick-Book richly bound WHoever takes me in his Hand These things I give him in Command That he not idly let me fall Nor hold me yet for good and all That he defile me with no Smutch My Gilding was not lay'd for such That he transcrib's by stealth no Air My Leaves for any uses tear That he fills not my void-Spaces With the Draughts of filthy Faces No nor insert his Mistress Name Or yet his own Go seek thee Fame On Greenwich Leads or top of Pauls Where such-like Worthies make their Scroles There leaving carv'd their Names and Feet Monuments for their Glories meet Art and Cost made me thus fair To treasure like my self things rare To serve a Mistress of Great Name Of so Divine a Voice and Frame That neither can the Ears or Eyes Say in which most the Angel lies If then what 's artless vile or rude A brutish Hand shall here obtrude Know where Excellence high appears There hideous show the Asses Ears 69. EPIGRAM On Rufus THou often boast'st how free thou art from blame If none do praise thee none can also shame Boast thy good Luck that th' art not understood There must be Evil where is found no Good 70. EPIGRAM On the same NO Drunkard nor Adulterer thou art With Cheat or Robber ever act'st a part The Riddle 's dark in truth I can't deny Faith now expound where-in thy Vices lie 71. EPIGRAM On Frances FRances advanc'd to Chamber-Maids degree Vouchsaf'd sometimes her Country Friends to see And more to shew her Courtly Air and Art As she wore Silks she acted too the Part Of a fine Lady On a sultry day As soon as come her Neck she did display Much better hid gave one her Scarf to hold Her Fan and Gloves to those that were so bold Which all were not to touch such precious things She stript-up high her Arms brandish't her Rings Toss't her Locks flounc't t' express a gallant Mein Tho' to say truth not over-sweet nor clean Talk't loud and fulsom wry'd her Mouth Face What ere she thought wou'd add the greater Grace To taste of their course Fare they her did pray Which squemishly good Breeding to betray She did accept But like a Wolf did eat Lac'd Shoes at home abounded more than Meat When she was gone and all began t' admire Her stately Way Genteelness and Attire A Girl there said Mother what e'er you think I for my part smelt Mistress Frances stink 72. EPIGRAM On Scipio Africanus ANtiochus chose rather to defie The Roman Pow'r than with it to comply His Forces broke and utterly defeat In this submissive manner he did treat Not what before the War you did demand We yield but all you shall beside command The Noble Scipio thus did answer make Rome no Advantage does from Fortune take As she does scorn to stoop to adverse Fate By Prosp'rous she is never more elate Our Actions Justice not Success does guide We ask the same which you before deny'd 73. EPIGRAM On Claudia FAir Claudia wants no sweet and pow'rful Charms Her Eyes wound deep and cure the pleasing harms None can her Graces with such truth impart As I that feell them in my captiv'd Heart Yet when Divine Emilia does appear Claudia so many aws her self does fear Sighs and sheds Tears to see her Empire wain A greater Ex'lence o'er her lesser Reign While thus I spoke the smart and angry twang Of Cupid's Bow-string i' the Air loudly rang Traitor said he and can'st thou then approve An others Grace 'bove hers that thou dost love 74. EPIGRAM On a feign'd Friend WHen ought thou need'st thou do'st it so demand Not as one sues but one that does command In Friendship 's Name Thou say'st a Friend is known When in Distresses he his Friend will own This is a Truth which all will thee allow But then at other times I know not how So strange thou art thou scarce do'st know my Face Or with a bare Good-morrow wilt me grace Ore-see'st me oft industriously do'st shun Is 't Friendship only then to serve thy turn 75. EPIGRAM On Dionysius DIonysius ambitious was to be Tyrant no less o'er Wit than Sicily As he his Countries Laws had broke before The Muses he as barb'rously ore-bore A Poem to Phyloxenes did show Commanding there-upon his Thoughts to know Who true to 's Judgment to his Safety rash Defac'd the whole Performance with one dash For which the Tyrant did in rage confine His Judge to dig in Fetters in the Mine But disciplin'd did him again restore And shew'd him other Verses as before Reading them now the better to display Wherein their Grace and Elegancy lay Phyloxenes e'er half the Book was done On 's own accord beckon'd the Guards to come And back convey him to the Mine again To dig than hear holding it lesser Pain 76. EPIGRAM On Dr. Rugely robb'd and wounded GReat Nat'ralist good Christian and Divine Tho' rarely seen in thee they all combine So knowing yet so tender in thy Art That Patient and Physician both thou art And tho' Oracular th' Advices are Yet for the Sick thou of 't vouchsaf'st to fear As robb'd and wounded had'st thou too been slain How many Hundreds had receiv'd their Bain Thy Goodness weigh'd and Good that thou do'st do Death had been Sacriledge and Murder too Fit Veng'ance for this Crime no Tongue can tell As it was hatch'd it must be purg'd in Hell 77. EPIGRAM On the young Man in the Gospel THe rich young Man who in the Gospel thought No Terms were hard which unto Heaven Men brought When our Lord say'd If thou wilt perfect be Sell all thou ha'st and come and follow me He thought even Heaven cou'd not his loss repay And tho' he briskly came dejected went away 78. EPIGRAM On Dionysius PHyloxenes no Cruelties cou'd tame Or scorn the Tyrant Dionysius shame But Verses on him he wou'd still obtrude How'ere before his Censure had been rude The Tyrant oft reciting drop'd a Tear Phyloxenes affected to appear Said Me too what you read it pity'd much to hear 79. EPIGRAM On Madam Pen. WHy Madam Pen in such a fume and pet Th' Affront said she wou'd make even Patience fret 'T is bad enough to call one Trapes and Jade Insufferable old and ancient Maid 80. EPIGRAM On
raise mine own while you I barely name 55. EPIGRAM To the Muses NOt unto you nor yet unto my Brain I owe these Shreds of Verse but unto Pain Nor have I cause to grieve if none they please Since Laudanum and Rythm of 't gave me Ease 56. EPIGRAM To Admiral Killigrew THe Standard bear aloft and boldly show Th' Ocean's Glory Terror of the Foe With outward Pride and Dread to all appear And where thou ought'st be a true Cause of Fear But kind and civil unto all draw-near Firmly thy just Authority maintain But Insolent Command as much disdain When thou assault'st let th' Adversary find Storm Thunder Lightning in thy Ship combin'd Should an unequal Force chance to distress There let thy Courage rise but not grow less Buoy-up what 's weak bravely make good the spot Valour has often turn'd in Fight the Lot Thy God's thy King 's thy Country's Interest bear In mind with them let thine own Honour share And what with these can poise or yet compare Alone then fear when not wou'd Rashness show When Danger 's high th' Advantage mean low Malice and Envy with Scorn only treat Like little Billows ' gainst thy Ship that beat Shall I now say I 'ave taught thee here thy Part No I have spoke but what in truth Thou art 57. EPIGRAM To the Poets of the Time NO Age 'fore this so many Poets bred Nor Wit was known to have so large a Spred Time's past't who writ rarely did miss of Fame Good Verse now 's read not th' Author's Name What Works were then admir'd brightly shon Are now new writ eclips't and far out-done The Classics we not only English't see But whom themselves Virgil's and Ovid's be Nor Pindar's nor Lucilius's are scant Plautus and Sophocles yet less we want The Stage was never in so high a Flaunt But what 's defective and with-all more strange In this so large and bold Poetick Range Not one attempts the Epigrammic strain Has try'd his Force in Martials sprightly Vein Malice nor Slander dares this thing avow None do his Wit conceive or it allow How comes it then that he neglected stands Or what 's all one left to Unskilful Hands Is 't Johnson does in Epigram excel Be it so Yet where he has writ as well With Good Success some bravely have essay'd And Noble Voyages have also made It Satyr were if I the Cause shou'd say 'T is not in Mode France has not led the Way Let France teach Fops to Dance Girls to Dress Preside ore Shoe-tyes not controul our Press 58. EPIGRAM To the same I Here invite if that won't do I dare The keenest Wits with Martial to compare If with my self you do suspect I mean I 'll bear-up like Aspasia in the Scene However weak provoke affront defie M' Aim being not to fight but nobly die Write therefore nay abuse I have my End Whose Pen wounds deepest is my dearest Friend 59. EPIGRAM To Linus WHy ragest thou when counsell'd for thy good Have I traduc'd thee or mis-understood Expos'd to shame or what 's more hardly bore Not sought thy Cure but thee insulted ore If none of these why without care of Right Do'st thou recriminate to show thy Spight Make me in thine and yet worse Follies share Triumph when done as all with thee were fair Can'st thou believe thy Spleen did'st justly vent An other's Guilt can make thee Innocent 60. EPIGRAM To the same COnfute and Error in an honest Mind Honour and Love you in return will find But where Truth 's hated Error rooted-in They hate those bring a Light upon their Sin 61. EPIGRAM On Goodness GOodness o' th' Good does work rarely on the Evil An Angel first in Heaven became a Devil 62. EPIGRAM The General Lover I All do love are Excellent and Fair My Mistresses not knowing it such are The Witty Shapely Gallant Brown and Bright Their various Graces variously delight When they are best set-forth for Publick view And most ambitiously their Glories shew 'T is me they court tho' nought they less design Nor use I any Means to make them mine If any scorn and to shew Pride affect I pay them unconcern'd the same Respect Where Beauty reigns I there no Fault do find Th' are all alike to me Kind or Unkind But thou who unto One thy Heart do'st tie Even those excel disgust thy partial Eye And if this One be moody or disdain Thy Peace is lost and wretched Thou art slain But then thou say'st while All I thus approve Not One does me reciprocally love Which thou esteem'st the Quintessence of Joy But I a fond and despicable Toy Beauty at distance Divine Rays does shed But none e'er met a Goddess in his Bed Tho' Eyes we Stars do call when they are bright A vulgar Error 't is they shine by Night 63. EPIGRAM On Sextus WHat ever Sea or Land do rare afford In Season's serv'd at thy volupt'ous Board Thy Cook with no less Art does these prepare And for thy self is all this costly Fare Yet thou a Glutton's Name in ill-part tak'st And tell'st what sober Meals thou often mak'st Were 't thou not sick or else dislik't thy Meat And think'st th' art temperate when thou can'st not eat 64. EPIGRAM To Sillius SIllius of late it was my chance to meet Who with surprizing Kindness did me greet He hugg'd me kiss't me even for Joy did weep My best of Friends say'd he you 'll also steep Your Eyes in Tears when I shall let you know What I in Persia late did undergo Oh the vast Deserts Oh the dang'rous Sand The Hardships I sustain'd by Sea and Land In short his Carr'age had such tender Charms As forc'd me sympathize in all his Harms But when within my Mind I did revolve Our kind Encounter it pos'd me to resolve When our huge Amity at first began All I cou'd say was I had seen the Man And wonder'd much at such his Magick Pow'r Cou'd perfect Friendship less than in an Hour While thus the Novelty did me confound He did the Mystery himself expound Thou needs says he must lend me Twenty-pound 65. EPIGRAM On Zoilus ZOilus how do you I did only say My Lust he answer'd does not yet decay Vastly I eat and laughing did disclose After a Feast what late befel his Hose Hold I then cry'd I see your Hand is inn Plain Truth I ne'r before did think a Sin 66. EPIGRAM On Bibulus BIbulus mean of Birth but high in Place Scarce to the Nobl'st will vouchsafe the Grace To re-salute or answer when they speak But from their Court regardlesly does break While with Caresses some make humble suit All Complement but unto all he 's mute Uneasie shews even at a kind Address As Courtecy it self did him oppress As I did muse who was the happy He Cou'd to 's fastidious Humour grateful be Into the Room there came an uncouth Wight Known by Instinct I think e'er come in sight For Bibulus e'er you cou'd