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A02647
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The most elegant and witty epigrams of Sir Iohn Harrington, Knight digested into foure bookes: three vvhereof neuer before published.
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Harington, John, Sir, 1560-1612.
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1618
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STC 12776; ESTC S103853
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but a man 's more grac'd noted of no vice 18 Of the corne that rained I Handled tasted saw it with mine eyes The graine that lately fell downe from the skies Yet what it tok'ned could I not deuise And many doubts did in my minde arise At last I thus resolu'd it signifies That this is our sole meane to mend this dearth To aske from heau'n that we doe lacke on earth 19 To his wife at the birth of his sixt Child THe Poet Martiall made a speciall sute Vnto his Prince to grant him vnder seale Right of three children which they did impute A kinde of honour in their Common-weale But for such sute my selfe I need not trouble For thou do'st seale to me this Patent double 20 Against Feasting KInde Marcus me to supper lately bad And to declare how well to vs he wishes The roome was strow'd with Roses and with Rushes And all the cheere was got that could be had Now in the midst of all our dainty dishes Me thinke said he to me you looke but sad Alas said I 't is to see thee so mad To spoile the skies of Fowles the seas of fishes The land of beasts and be at so much cost For that which in one houre will all be lost That entertainment that makes me most glad Is not the store of stew'd boyl'd bak't and rost But sweet discourse meane fare then beleeue me To make to thee like cheere shall neuer grieue me 21 Against Cosmus couetousnesse COsmus when I among thine other vices That are in nature foule in number many Aske thee what is the reason thee entices To be so basely pinching for thy penny Do'st thou not call vpon thy selfe a curse Not to enioy the wealth that thou hast wonne But saue as if thy soule were in thy purse Thou straight reply'st I saue all for my sonne Alas this re-confirmes what I said rather Cosmus hath euer beene a Penny-â—ather 22 Against Vintners in Bathe IF men ought those in dutie to commend That questions of Religion seeke to end Then I to praise our Vintners doe intend For Question is twixt Writer old and latter If wine alone or if wine mixt with water Should of the blessed Sacrament be matter Some ancient Writers wish it should be mingled But latter men with much more zeale in kindled Will haue wine quite and cleane from water singled Our zealous Vintners here growne great Diuines To finde which way antiquitie enclines For pure zeale mix with water all our wines Well plainly to tell truth and not to flatter I find our wines are much the worse for water 23 To Bassifie his wiues mother when shee was angry MAdam I read to you a little since The story of a Knight that had incurd The deep displeasure of a mighty Prince For feare of which long time he neuer sturd Till watching once the King that came froÌ„ Chappel His little sonne fast by him with his Gardon Entic'd the Infant to him with an apple So caught him in his armes and su'd for pardon Then you shall turne your angry frown from lafter As oft as in mine armes you see your daughter 24 To his wife of Poppea Sabynas faire heyre MAll once I did but doe not now enuy Fierce Neroe's blisse of faire Poppeas rayes â—hat in his lap koming her locks would lye â—ech hayre of hers a verse of his did praise â—ut that prais'd beauty fruitlesse spent her daies â—o yong Augustus euer cal'd him Dad. â—o small Poppeas with their prettie playes â—id melt their hearts and melting make them glad â—ut thou in this do'st passe his faire Sabyna â—hat hast seuen times beene succor'd by Lucina â—hy wombe in branches seau'n it selfe displayes Then leaue I Nero with Poppeas heyres To ioy and to inioy thee and thine heyres 25 Against Lalus an ill Preacher YOng Lalus tooke a Text of excellent matter And did the same expound but mâ—rre the latter â—is tongue so vainely did and idly chatter â—he people nought but hem cough and spatter Then said a Knight not vs'd to lye or flatter Such Ministers doe bring the Diuels blessing That marre vs so good meate with so ill dressing 26 Against Paulus an Atheist LEwd Lalus led by Sadduces infection Doth not beleeue the bodies resurrection And holds them all in scorne and deepe derision That tell of Saints or Angels apparision And sweares such things are fables all and fancies Of Lunatiques or Fooles possest with franzies I haue said he trauail'd both neere and farre By sea by land in time of peace and warre Yet neuer met I sprite or ghost or elfe Or ought as is the phrase worse then my selfe Well Paulus this I now beleeue indeede For who in all or part denies his Creede Went he to sea land hell I would agree A Fiend worse then himselfe shall neuer see 27 To Galla going to the Bathe WHen Galla for her health goeth to the Bathe She carefully doth hide as is most meete With aprons of fine linnen or a sheete Those parts that modesty concealed hath Nor onely those but eu'n the brest and necke That might be seene or showne without all checkâ— But yet one foule and vnbeseeming place She leaues vncouered still What 's that Her facâ— 28 To one that had meate ill drest KIng Mithridate to poysons so inur'd him As deadly poysons damage none procur'd him So you to stale vnsauorie foode and durtie Are so inur'd as famine ne're can hurt yee 29 Of giuing much credit OF all the Towne old Codros giues most credit Who he poore soule Alas that ere you sed it How can he credit much and is so poore Hee 's blinde yet makes he loue to euery whore 30 Of honest Theft To my good friend Master Samuel Daniel PRoud Paulus late my secrecies reuealing Hath told I got some good conceits by stealing But where got he those double Pistolets With which good clothes good fare good land he gets Tush those he saith came by a man of warre That brought a Prize of price from countries farre Then fellow Thiefe let 's shake together hands â—ith both our wares are filcht from forren lands You 'le spoile the Spaniards by your writ of Mart And I the Romanes rob by wit and Art 31 Against Faustus IN skorne of writers Faustus still doth hold Nought is now said but hath beene said of old Well Faustus say my wits are grosse and dull If for that word I giue not thee a Gull Thus then I proue that holds a false position I say thou art a man of fayre condition A man true of thy word tall of thy hands Of high disent and left good store of lands Thou with false dice and cards hast neuer plaid Corrupted neuer Widdow Wife nor Maid And as for swearing none in all this Reame Doth seldomer in speech curse or blaspheme In fine your vertues are so rare and ample For all our sonnes thou maist be made a sample This I dare sweare none euer said before This