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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A89611	Ex otio negotium. Or, Martiall his epigrams translated. With sundry poems and fancies, / by R. Fletcher.; Epigrammata. English	Martial.; Fletcher, R.; Vaughan, Robert, engraver.	1656 (1656)	Wing M831; Thomason E1597_1; ESTC R202878	91,912	266

When Caesar and great Pompey took the field And civill war with blood the ground did guild Why dost thou cry ô times ô manners now What doth displease Caecilian what cramps you There 's not contest of Princes no swords rage But peace and gladness all the world asswage 'T is not our guilt makes the times bad to thee ' Thy own Caecilian force them such to bee In Sutorem Epig. 74. O thou whose teeth were wont to reach old hides And gnaw base rotten soles with dirty sides Thou hast thy Patron 's lands now in th● grave In which I vexe that thou a crib shouldst have And drunk dost break the christals with burn wine And frigst thy late Lord's Boy as he were th●ne With letters my sad Parents fooled mee O learning what have I to doe with thee Thalia burn thy Books and thy quills too If Coblers get such boons from an old shooe De effigie Camoni Epig. 77. This which you see is my Camonus face Such his young looks such his first beauty was Thy countenance grew stronger twice ten years Till a beard cream'd his cheeks with downy haires The offer'd Purple once his shoulders spread But one of the three Sisters wish'd him dead And thence his hast'ned thred of life did cut Which to his Father in a sad Urne put Came from his absent pile but least alone This Picture should present his beauty gone His Image yet more sweetly drawn shall be In never dying papers writ by mee De Gellia Epig. 81. An old rich wife starv'd Gellius bare and poore D●d wed So she cramm'd him and he cram'd her Ad Auctum Epig. 82. My readers and my hearers like my Books But a quaint Poet sayes th' are not done cleare I care not much for pleasing of the Cooks If that my guests affect my slender cheare In Munnam Epig. 83. Th' Astrologer fore-told of thee That thou shouldst perish suddenlie Nor Munna doe I think he told a lye For thou for fear least there should bee Ought left for thy posteritie Hast wasted all thy wealth in luxurie Thy brace of millions in one year was spent Was not this perishing incontinent Ad Rufum Epig. 89. While thou didst seek mylove thou senst mee some Presents but now thou hast it no gifts come That thou mayst hold mee Rufus still bee free Least th' ill fed Bore break from his fra●●● and flie Domitiano Adulatorium Epig. 92. If that a diverse invitation came At once in Jove's and in great Caesar's name Though that the Stars were near Rome more remote The gods in answer should have this my vote Go seek an other that Jove's guest would bee My Jupiter on Earth hath fett'red mee Lib. 10. Liber ad Lectorem Epig. 1. IF I seem of a tedious length to thee Read but a few I will a manual be M● Page in three or four short lines shall cease 〈…〉 mee as brief as may thy fancy please Ad eundem Epig. 2. My tenth Book 's care once hast'ned from my hand Is now revok'd againe to be new scann'd Part hath been publick but they new smooth'd are O favour both the last's the greater share Reader these riches when Rome gave to mee Shee said no greater we can give to thee By these thou shalt escape oblivion And live in thy best part when thou art gone The Fig-tree may Messala's Marble weare And base Mule-drivers Crispus Statues jeare No theft can papers hurt no age thrust by These Monuments alone can never dye In maledicum Poetam Epig. 5. Who so by impious verse in all the Towne Scandals the Senators or Matrons gown Which rather ought be worshipp'd Let him bee Bannish'd through all the seats of beggerie And let him from the Dogs bespeak their meat Be his December long his winter wet Let his shut Vault prolong the frost most sad And let him cry such happy that are dead On hellish-bedsteads carried to their grave And when his last threds their fulfilling have And the slow day shall come ô let him see Himself the strife of Dogs and his limbes bee The prey of ravenous Birds nor let his pains End in the simple crack of his heart's veins But feeling the strict doom of Aeacus One while let him relieve old Sisyphus Then scortch in Tantalus his dry desire And all the fables of the Poets tyre And when the truth the Furies shall demand May his false conscience cry this was the hand De Paulla Epig. 8. Paulla thou needs would'st marry mee When thou art old and tough I cannot yet I 'de venture thee Wert thou but old enough In Calliodorem Epig. 11. Calliodore there 's no other talk with thee But Theseus and Perithous And would'st bee Conceiv'd like Pylades But let mee dye If thou deserv'st to hold a Mallet by To Pylades or feed Perithous Swine Yet thou sayst thou hast serv'd some friends of thine With twice five Millions and a Coat thrice wore What as if sweet Orestes gave no more At any time to his dear friend why hee That giveth much not all doth more denie Ad Crispum Epig. 14. Crispus thou say'st thou art best friend to mee But how you 'le make it good I ask let 's see When I desired ten pieces 't was denyed Though that thy Chest could not thy coyne bestride When didst thou send me one peck of bean meale When thou didst reap thy fields by fruitfull Nile In winter frosts when did a short Coat come Or one half pound of silver in a sum I see not how thou my familiar art But that before me thou art wont to fart In Cajum Epig. 16. Cajus if promises be all thy gifts I 'le overcome thee in thy bounteous shifts Take all th' sturian Digs in Spanish fields And all the Ore that golden Tagus yields What ere the Indian finds in the Sea weed And what the Phaenix in her Nest hath hid Take all great Tyros cloath of richest dy Take all men have O how thy gifts doe fly De M. Antonio Epig. 23. Happy Antonius in a pleasant age Hath seen fifteen Olympiads on Earth's stage Looks back on his pass'd dayes and safer years With joy nor at his near grave shrinks or fears No day's ingrate or sad to think upon Nor doth he blush to mention any gone A good man doubles his life's date For hee Lives twice that can his age with comfort see In Calliodorum Epig. 31. Thou for three hund'red pence thy man didst sell Callidore that thou might'st but once sup well Nor didst that neither For afour pound fish Was the crown of thy feast and thy chief dish Pase wretch this is not fish we justly can Exclaim t is man thou dost devoure a man De Imagine M. Antonio ad Caeditianum Epig. 32. This draught adorn'd with Rose-buds which you see Whose Picture is 't Caeditian ask'st thou mee Such was Mark Antoni in his prime years When old such was his unchanged look and hairs O would that Art his minde and parts could draw

went to trim And shave Lupercus chops and chin He was so tedious on the face Another beard grew in the place Ad Sabellum Epig. 84. Cause thou dost pen Tetrasticks clean and sweet And some few pretty disticks with smooth feet I praise but not admire T is easie to acquire Short modest Epigrams that pretty look But it is hard and tough to write a book In Sextum Epig. 85. Sextus was wont me to his feasts to call When I was scarce made known to him at a●● What have I done so late so sudenly That I his old companion am pass'd by After so many pledges many years But I perceive the cause no gift appea● Of beaten silver from me no light coat No cloak fee or negotiating groat Sextus invites his gifts but not his friends Then cryes his servants bones shall make amends Epitaphium Vrbici Pueri Epig. 95. My Parents grief I here lye in this Tombe Who had my birth and name from mighty Rome Six months I wanted of three years to mee When my life's thred was cut by destinie What favour shall age tongue or beauty have Thou that readst this shed some teares on my grave So he that thou wouldst have thy self survive Shall longer then decrepit Nestor live De Milone Epig. 101. Milo is not at home but travell'd out His fields ly barren but his wife doth sprout But why 's his land so bare his wife so full His land has none his wife has many a pull Lib. 8. Ad Librum suum Epig. 1. THou that art entring the tryumphant Court Learn with a blushing grace more chast to sport Strip'd Venus hence this is not thy book Great Caesar's goddess come and on me look Ad Caesarem Domitianum Epig. 4. How great a concourse of the world doth bring Their I ô and make prayers for their king But this is not alone a humane joy Caesar the gods themselves keep Holy-day In Cinnam Epig. 7. Cinna is this to plead and wisely say Only nine words in ten hours of the day But with a mighty voyce thou cravest for thee The hour-glass twice two times revers'd to bee Cinna how great 's thy taciturnitie Ad Quinctum Epig. 9. Nine ounces blear-ey'd Hylas would have payd Now dusk he tenders half thy debt delayd Take his next offer gain's occasion's short If he prove blinde thou wilt have nothing for 't De Basso Epig. 10. Bassus bought cloaks of the best Tyrian dy Forbear ten thousand pieces gaind thereby But was his bargain so good cheap you 'le say He took it upon trust or stole't away Ad Priscum Epig. 12. Dost ask why I 'de not marry a rich wife I 'le not be subject in that double strife Let matrons to their heads inferior be Else man and wife have no equalitie De Cinna Epig. 19. Cinna would seem to need And so he does indeed Ad Luciferum Epig. 21. Phosphor produce the day why dost delay Our joys lo Caesar comes produce the day Rome begs it What slow Chariot carryes thee What signe that thy sweet rayes retarded bee Take Cyllaron from the Ledaean Star Castor himself will lend his Horse for war Why dost rein in the forward eager Sun Apollo's Courser with their harness on Aurora waites but yet the spangled night Will not give room to the more glorious light Diana longs to see the Ausonian king Come Caesar though in night thy presence bring For though the Stars their revolution stay Thee coming we shall never want a day Ad Caesarem Domitianum Epig. 24. If I in fear chance to petition thee If I 'me not impudent vouchsafe it mee If thou 'lt not grant daign to be askd in love Incense and Prayers ne're offended Jove ' He that an Image frames in gold or stone ' Makes not a god he that kneels makes it one In Oppianum Epig. 25. Oppiane thou only once didst come to see Me very sick I 'le oftner visit thee Ad Gaurum Epig. 27. Gaurus he that doth gifts bestow On thee both rich and old If thou art wise thou needs must know Hee 'd have thee dead and cold In pessimos Conjuges Epig. 35. When that yee are so like in life An extream wicked man and wife I wonder how you live in strife Ad Priapum Epig. 40. No Guardian of a Garden or vine bud But my Priapus of a mighty wood From whence th' art born and again born mayst bee I charge thee keep all thievish hands from me Preserve thy Masters grove for firing too For if that faile we shall finde wood in you Ad Faustinum Epig. 41. Sad Athenagoras us no presents sent Which in the winter he did still present I 'le see Faustinus if he be so sad I 'm sure he me hath truly sorry made Ad Cestum Puerum Epig. 46. How sweet's thy vertue and thy shape to us Cestus my Boy chast as Hippolitus Diana's self may teach and swim with thee More wish'd then Phrygus by old Cybele Thou mayst succeed Ganymede in his place And unsuspected Smug the Thund'rer's face O happy she shall climbe thy tender bed And make thee man first for a maiden head In variè se tondentem Epig. 47. Part of thy hair is shorn part shaved to thee Part pull'd who 'le think it but one head to be De Aspro Epig. 49. Blinde Asper loves a lass that beauteous is Yet as it seems he loves more than he sees Ad Caesarem Domitianum Epig. 54. Though thou givest great boons oft and wilt give more O King of Kings and thy self's Conquerour The people love thee not cause they partake Thy Blessings But thy Blessings for thy sake Ad Flaccum Epig. 56. When to our age times may subscribe of yore And Rome's encreased great with her Emperour Dost wonder Maro's fancy wanting is And none sound wars like that brave Trump of his Let patrons Flaccus Poets soon will bee Thy Country shall yield Virgil unto thee When near Cremona Tytirus did weep His wretched acres and loss'd flock of sheep The royal Tuscan smiled Fell poverty Repuls'd and by command away to fly Bad him be rich and best of Poets bee And cryed my sweet Alexis love with mee He that most amiable did waiting stand Filling black falerne wine with snowy hand And tasted cups gave to his rosie lip Which might solicite Jove himselfe to sip Course Galatea from the Poet drops And Sun-burnt Thestilis in harvest crops Forthwith he fancied Rome arms and the Prince Which the poor Gnat mournd but a moment since What should I quote the Vari Marsi and The glorious names of Poets rich in land Which to recfunt would be a tedious pain Shall I then be thy Virgil if again Thou wilt Maecenas bounty shew to mee I 'le not thy Virgil but thy Marsus bee De Picente Epig. 57. Old Picens had three teeth which from him come As he sat coughing hard over his Tombe Which fragments he tooke up into his brest Dropd from his mouth Then laid his