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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A15606	Wits recreations. Selected from the finest fancies of moderne muses	Herbert, George, 1592-1637.; Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650, engraver.	1640 (1640)	STC 25870; ESTC S120256	79,337	324

in thy Poesie She would have sent her poets to obtain Tutour'd by thee thy most majestique strain 23. In Aulam Thou still art mutring Aulus in mine eare Love me and love my dog I will I swear Thou ask'st but right and Aulus truth to tell I think thy dog deserves my love as well 24 To Mr. George Chapman on his Translation of Homers works into English meeter Thou Ghost of Homer 'twere no fault to call His the translation thine the Originall Did we not know 't was done by thee so well Thou makest Homer Homers self excell 25 To Mr. William Shake-spear Shake-speare we must be silent in thy pra●se 'Cause our encomion's will but blast thy Bayes Which envy could not that thou didst do well Let thine own histories prove thy Chronicle 26 Ad Tilenum Tilenus 'cause th' art old fly not the field Where youthfull Cupid doth his banner weild For why● this god old men his souldiers stil'd None loves but he who hath bin twice a child 27 To Mr. Thomas Randolph Thou darling of the Muses for we may Be thought deserving if what was thy play Our utmost labours can produce we will Freely allow thee heir unto the hill The Muses did assign thee and think 't fit Thy younger yeares should have the elder-wit 28 In Paulum Paul what my cloak doth hide thou fain wouldst know Were 't to be seen I would not cover't so 29 Of sleep and death That death is but a sleep I not deny Yet when I next would sleep I would not dy 30 Ad Lectorem Reader thou see'st how pale these papers look Whiles they fear thy hard censure on this book 31 Ad Momum Momus thou say'st our verses are but ●oyes T is true yet truth is often spoken by boyes 32 On Thraso Thraso goes lame with a blow he did receive In a late duell if you 'll him beleeve 33 News When news doth come if any would discusse The letters of the word resolve it thus News is convay'd by letter word or mouth And comes to us from north east west and sout● 34 Of Ru●us Rufus had robb'd his host and being put to it Said I 'm an arrar●t rogue if I did doe it 35 Of Marcus When Marcus fail'd a borrowed sum to pay Unto his freind at the appointed day 'T were superstition for a man he sayes To be a strict observer of set dayes 36 Of a theefe A theefe arested and in custody Under strong guards of armed company Ask't why they held him so Sir quoth the cheife We hold you for none other than a theif 37 Of motion Motion brings heat and thus we see it prov'd Most men are hot and angry when they 're mov'd 38 Ad Scriptorem Half of your book is to an index grown You give your book contents your reader none 39 Domi●a Margarita Sandis Anagramma Anne domi das Marg●●it as VVhy do wee seek saile abroad to find Those pearls which do adorn the female-kind Within our seas there comes unto our hands A matchlesse Margaryte among the Sands 40 Man Man 's like the earth his hair like grasse is grown His veins the rivers are his heart the stone 41 Vita via Well may mans life be likened to a way Many be weary of their life they 'll say 42 To Mr. Thomas May. Thou son of Mercury whose fluent tongue Made Lucan finish his Pharsalian song Thy fame is equall better is thy fate Thou hast got Charles his love he Nero's hate 43 On Harpax Harpax gave to the poor all by his will Because his heir should no feign'd teares distill 44 On Sextu● Sextus doth wish his wife in heaven were Where can shee have more happines then there 45 To Mr. George Wyt●ers Th' hast whipp'd our vices shrewdly and we may Think on thy scourge untill our dying-day Th hast given us a Remembrancer which shall Outlast the vices we are tax'd withall Th●'ha●t made us both eternall for our shame Shall never Wyther whilst thou hast a name 46 On a Drawer drunk Drawer with thee now even is thy wine For thou hast peirc'd his hogs-head and he thine 47 Vpon the weights of a clock I wonder time 's so swift when as I see Upon her heeles such lumps of lead to bee 48 To Mr. Thomas Middleton F●cetious Middleton thy witty Muse Hath pleased all that books or men peruse If any thee dispise he doth but show Antipathy to wit in daring so Thy fam's above his malice and 't wilbe Dispraise enough for him to censure thee 49 On Cyn●● Because I am not of a Giant 's stature Despise me not nor praise thy liberall nature For thy huge limbs that you are great 't is true And that I 'm little in respect of you The reason of our growths is eas'ly had You many had perchance I but one Dad. 50 To Mr. Iames Shirly on his Comedy viz. the yong Admirall How all our votes are for thee S●irly come Conduct our troops strike up Apollo's drum We wait upon thy summons and do all Intend to choose thee our yong Admirall 51 On Alastrus Alastrus hath nor coyn nor spirit nor wit I thinke hee 's only then for Bedlam fit 52 On Macer You call my verses ●oyes th' are so 't is true Yet they are better then ought comes from you 53 To Mr. Philip Massinger Apollo's Messenger who doth impart To us the edicts of his learned art We cannot but respect thee for we know Princes are honour'd in their Legats so 54 On Celsus Celsus doth love himself Celsus is wise For now no rivall ere can claime his prize 55 On Candidus When I am sick not else thou com'st to see me Waild fortune from both torments still would free me 56 To Mr. Iohn Ford. If e're the Muses did admire that well Of Hellicon as elder times do tell I dare presume to say upon my word They much more pleasure take in thee rare Ford 57 On Paulus Because thou followst some great Peer at Court Dost think the world deem's thee a great one for● Ah no! thou art mistaken Paulus know Dwarfs still as pages unto giants goe 58 To Mr. Thomas Heywood Thou hast writ much and art admir'd by those Who love the easie ambling of thy prose But yet thy pleasingst flight was somewhat hig● When thou did'st touch the angels Hyerarchie Fly that way still it will become thy age And better please then groveling on the stage 59 On a cowardly Souldier Strotzo doth weare no ring upon his hand ●lthough he be a man of great command But gilded spurs do jingle at his heeles Whose rowels are as big as some coach-wheels He grac'd them well for in the Netherlands His heels d●d him more service then his hands 60 To Mr. Thomas Goffe on his tragedies When first I heard the Turkish Emperours speak In such a dialect and O●estes break His silence in such language I admir'd What powerful favorite of the Nimphs inspir'd Into their Souls such utterance but

eye shall see nor vet the sun Descrie what thee and I have done The God of love himself hose dart Did first peirce mine and next thy heart He shall not know that we can tell What sweets in stoln cmoracem●nts dwell Onely this meanes may find it out If when I dy Phisians doubt What caus'd my death and they to view Of all the judgements that are true Rip up my heart oh then I feare The world will find thy picture there 269 To Mr. Ben. Iohnson demanding the reason why he call'd his playes ●arks Pray tell me Ben where doth the mistery lurke What others call a play you call a worke 270 Thus answer'd by a friendin Mr. Ioh●sons defence The authors friend thus for the author sayes Bens plays are works when others works are plaies 271 Tempus edax rerum The sweetest flower in the summers prime By all agreement is the damaske rose Which if it grow an● be not pluck'd in time She sheds her leaves her buds their sent do loose Oh let not things of worth for want of use Fall into all consuming times abuse The sweetest work that ever nature fram'd By all agreement is a virgins face Which not enjoy'd her white and red will fade And unto all worm eating time give place Oh let not things of worth for want of use Fall into all consuming times abuse 272 Ad Aristarchum Be not agriev'd my humerous lines afford Of looser language here and there a word Who undertakes to sweep a common sinke I cannot blame him though his broome do stinke 273 To his Mrs. Thou send'st to me a heart was Crown'd I tooke it to be thine But when I saw it had a wound I knew that heart was mine A bounty of a strange conceit To send mine own to me And send it in a worse estate Then when it came to thee The heart I gave thee had no staine It was intire and sound But thou hast sent it back againe Sick of a deadly wound Oh heavens how wouldst thou use a heart That should rebellious be When thou hast kill'd me with a dart That so much honor'd thee 274 On a charming beauty I 'le gaze no more on that bewitched face Since ruin harbors there in every place For my inchanted soul alike she drowns With calms and tempests of her smiles and frowns I 'le love no more those cruell eyes of hers Which pleas'd or anger'd still are murtherers For if she dart like lightning through the ayre Her beames of wrath she kils me with despaire If she behold me with a pleasing eye I surfet with excesse of joy and dy 275 Covetous persons Patrons are latrons then by this Th' are worst of greedy people Whose cognizance a wolfes head is And is his mouth a steeple 276 On a dyer Who hath time hath life that he denies This man hath both yet still he dyes 277 Non verber a sed verba Two Schollers late appointed for the field Must which was weakest to the other yeeld The quarrell first began about a word Which now should be decided by the sword But er'e they drew there fell that alteration As they grew friends againe by disputation 278 In Octavium Octavius lying at the point of death His gelding kindly did to me bequeath I wanted one and was in haste to ride In better time he never could have di'd 279 Ofletting In bed a yong man with his old wife lay O wife quoth he I've let a thing to day By which I feare I am a looser much His wife replyes youths bargaines still are such So turning from him angry at her heart She unawares let out a thundring Oh wife quoth he no looser I am now A marv'lous saver I am made by you Yong men that old wives have may never fell Because old wives quoth he let things so well 280 In Dossum Dosse riding forth the wind was very big And strained court'sie with his perriwig Leaving his sconce behind so voyd of haire As Esops crow might breake her oyster there Foole he to thinke his haire could tarry fast When Bore as teares up forests with a blast 281 Post dulcia finis amarus Ienkin a welshman that had suires in law Journying to London chanc'd to steale a cow For which pox on her luck as ne're man saw Was burnt within the fist and know not how Being ask'd if well the lawes with him did stand Was have her now quoth Ienkin in her hand 282 In Mi●cam Fine Minca lisping yea and no forsooth Though little ears yet keeps a dainty tooth Minca that longs for apples on the tree In May before the blossomes fallen be Or will not eate a Kentish cherry down But for a couple when she payes a crown And cares not for a straw-berry or peare In truth because th' are common every where Yet what is that which may be had for reason And never comes to Minca out of season 283 Feminae ludifieantur vi●os Kind Katherine to her husb and kist these words Mine own sweet Will how dearly do I love thee ● If true quoth Will the world no such affords And that it 's true I durst his warrant bee For ne're heard I of woman good or ill But alwayes loved best her own sweet will 284 Ad T●sserum Tusser they tell me when thou wert alive Thou teaching thrift thy self couldst never thrive So like the whetstone many men are wont To sharpen others when themselves are blunt 285 Praestar videri qu●messe Clit●s with clients is well customed That hath the laws but little studied No matter Clitus so they bring their fees How ill ●he case and thy advice agrees 286 Tun●●ua res agitur A jealous merchant that a saylor met Ask'd him the reason why he meant to marry Knowing what ill their absence might beget That still at sea constrained are to tarry Sir quoth the Saylor think you that so strange 'T is done the time whiles you but walke th' exchange 287 A conference A Dane a Spaniard a Polonian My selfe a Swisse with a Hungarian At supper met discoursed each with other Drank laught yet none that understood another 288 In Marcum Marcus is not a hypocrite and why He flyes all good to fly hypocrifie 289 Quid ●on verba suadeant Sextus halfe salv'd his credit with a jest That at a reckoning this devise had got When he should come to draw amongst the rest And saw each man had coine himselfe had not His empty pocket feels and 'gins to say In sadnes firs here 's not a crosse to pay 290 Stupid Binus Sith time flyes fast away his fastest flight Binus prevents with dreaming day and night 291 In divites Rich men their wealth as children rattles keep When playd a while with 't then they fall asleep 292 In Fannium What furi 's this his foe whilst Fannius flyes He kils himselfe for feare of death he dies 293 To Vellius Thou swearest I bowle as well as most men doe The most are