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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A39713	Euterpe revived, or, Epigrams made at several times in the years 1672, 1673, & 1674 on persons of the greatest honour and quality most of them now living : in III books.	Flecknoe, Richard, d. 1678?	1675 (1675)	Wing F1222; ESTC R27364	29,820	106

●t least with admiration must confess ●t has an air for charming and for sweet Much more than others though than hers much less ●o those bold Gyants who would scale the Skie ●lthough they in their high attempt did fall ●his comfort had They mounted yet more high ●han those who never strove to climb at all ●omfort thee then and think it no disgrace ●om so great height a little to decline ●nce all must grant the reason of it was ●●r too great Excellence and no want of thine To the Dutchess of Cleveland On her new Accession of TITLES An. 1670. ALthough your Graces Modestie is so great You won't admit of your own praises yet We well may praise you under Beauties name And You and Beauty Madam are the same To ask then what in Beauty we can finde To honour so ' is question of the blinde Since all have any sense or eyes may see It self alone is its own dignity And Monarch-like does in it self comprise All other Titles Stiles and Dignities Th' are envious then at its advancement grutch Or think it can be honour'd here too much That might in aneient times if it had been Have chose what Constellation 't wou'd be in Either t' have sat in Cassiopoei's Throne Or to be crown'd with Ariadne's Crown There is no Honour underneath the skie That is for Beauty too sublime and high To the Earl of S. Albans Lord Chamberlain to His Majestie My Lord THough we allow Fortune no Deity Yet sure there 's some such fickle thing as She That has great pow'r over th' unwiser sort And next to Vertue can do much in Court. For since i' th' Court y 'ave stood and honoured been How many Revolutions have we seen How many strange Examples have we known Of Favourites sh' has rais'd and overthrown Whilst none but such as You can firmly stand Not rais'd by Fortune's but by Vertue 's hand Live ever honour'd then ever the same Still more and more ennobling Iermin's Name And live a Great Example unto all Who tottering stand in Court and fear to fall How none but those are rais'd by Vertues hand Can either safely rise or firmly stand On Mris STVART STVART a Royal Name that springs From Race of Caledonian Kings Whose vertuous minde and beautious frame Addes Honour to that Royal Name What praises can we worthy finde To celebrate your form and minde The greatest pow'r that is on Earth Is giv'n to Princes by their Birth But there 's no pow'r in Earth nor Heav'n Greater than what 's to Beauty given That makes not onely Men relent When unto rage and fury bent But Lions tame and Tygers mild All fierceness from their brests exil'd Such Wonders yet could ne'r be done By Beauties pow'r and force alone Without the force and power to boot Of excellent goodness added to 't For just as Iewels we behold More brightly shine when set in Gold So Beauty shines far brighter yet In goodness and in vertue set Continue then but as you are So excellently good and fair Let Princes by their Birthrights sway You 'll have a Power as great as they On her Dancing at White-hall All shining with JEWELS SO Citharea in th'Olympick Hall And th' rest o' th' Stars dance their Celestial Ball As Stuart with the rest o' th' Nymphs does here The brightest Beauties of the British Sphere Who wou'd not think her Heav'n to see her thus All shine with Starry Iewels as she does Or some what heavenlier yet to see her Eyes Out shine the Starry Iewels of the Skies Onely their splendour's so exceeding bright Th' excess confounds and blindes us with the sight Just like the Sun who 's bright to that degree Nothing is more nothing less seen than he Mean time the rapid motion of the Spheres Is not more sweet nor ravishing than hers And 't is not th' harmony makes her dance but She With dancing 't is that makes the harmony Next to divinest Cynthia Queen of Light Never was seen a Nymph more fair and bright Nor ever shall 'mongst all her Starry train Though those in heav'n shou'd all come down again On her Marriage WITH The Duke of Richmond THe fairest Nymph in all Diana's train For whom so many sigh'd and sigh'd in vain She who so oft had others captive made And who so oft o'r others triumpht had Is Hymens captive now her self and led In triumph to the Noble Richmond's Bed Nor is it strange to see about her flie As many Cupids as are Stars i' th' skie As many Graces as are Sands i' th' Sea Nor yet as many Venus's as they But to behold so many Vertues throng About a Nymph so beautiful and young Is strange indeed and does enough declare That she is full as vertuous as fair And all those lovely graces has beside As ere made Bridegroom happie in a Bride TO IAMES Earl of Northampton WHilst you your Father 's Noble steps did trace And still were found where greatest danger was As none i' th' Wars more active was than you So none has since more suffer'd for it too By Plundring Harassing Imprisonment And all successful Rebels could invent To punish Loyalty with in such a time When being Loyal was the greatest Crime All which you not with patience alone But ev'n with chearfulness have undergone Wishing your danger loss and suffering Far greater yet in serving of your King And that far from the merc'nary regard Of those did less for Honour than Reward And you 've the Honour of 't let other men Take the Reward you do not envie them To Sir WILLIAM DVCEI On his Three Entertainments Of the KING Prince of Tuscany and Prince of Denmark All the same Year An. 1669. DVcei who bravely knows to spend When 't is for any noble end And never sticks at the expence When 't is to shew magnificence For th' Royal Entertainment that Thou gav'st unto thy Prince of late The Honour onely is thine own But what 's to other Princes done The honour which to that is due Is both thine own and others too In that th' art but a private man In this a publike person and Thy Country shou'd ungrateful be Shou'd it not always honour Thee Who know'st so bravely how to spend When 't is for any noble end And never sticks at the expence When 't is to shew magnificence To Mr. BERNARD HOWARD Brother to the Duke of Norfolk Segnite il Pocchi non li vulgare genti I Grant you Sir I have a minde unfit For my low fortune and too high for it But sure you 'll grant 't is better have it so Than for high fortune t' have a minde too low By that a man is elevated to An Angels pitch attain'd by onely few By this the Noble soul is ev'n deprest Unto the Vulgar almost to the Beast This Sentence I have ta'n for Motto then Follow the few not vulgar sort of men Nor care I what the common people say For being not of their

number nor their way They do but talk and can't in judgement sit Nor lies it in their Verge to judge of Wit I put my self upon the onely few That is the best and Noblest such as You. To the truly Honourable Mr. THOMAS HOWARD Brother to the Earl of Carlisle Noble Sir THough ne'r so many confidently aver That Honour 's onely in the Honourer Yet we may well affirm of such as You 'T is both i' th' Honourer ann Honour'd too Nay You 'd be Honourable Sir thou there were none Extant in all the world but You alone As th' Sun wou'd still be luminous and bright Though men like moles were all depriv'd of sight Let others glory in the Honours then And Titles they receive from other men You have no Titles by the which y' are known Nor Honours but what 's properly Your own The End of the Second BOOK The Third Book of Miscellany Epigrams On our Town-LIBELLERS WE have a sort of Libellers in Town For base villanous Rhyme put Withers down Men semi-Atheists and who want not much In lives and manners to be wholly such So perfect bad they laugh at Machiavil For saying None can be extremely ill And in their Writings as in all the rest Satyrs half Men half Goats and wholly Beast These when they write of Dildoes and such stuff May be allow'd though scurrilous enough But when they write 'gainst others nay don't spare Ev'n Kings themselves had best in time beware Lest as wilde horses which unless they check In their Carreer oft break their Riders neck So may their Wits in time break their necks too Unless they rule them better than they do Such are your Libellers who 're but the same Savage and wilde as Ballad-makers tame Hated by th' nobler sort and to conclude Lov'd and applauded by the multitude For writing as they do 'gainst every one And counted Wits when rather they have none Employ their Pens and Wits in such a way As none in Bedlam's half so mad as they And now if any take exceptions for Writing 'gainst these let them take Hellebor The Pourtrait SUch a stature as they call Nor too low nor yet too tall And each part from head to foot With a just proportion to 't Hair so black and skin so white Never was a fairer sight And her fairer yet to make Eye and Eyebrows too as black Forehead smoother than the Glass Where she sees her lovely face Cheeks where naturally grows The Lilly and the blushing Rose Lips all other Lips excelling Th' ar are so ruddy and so swelling Voice that charms you 't is so sweet Made more charming by her Wit In fine for symmetry and fear●ure Nature ne'r made a fairer creature If any'd know who this may be Name but Bellasis and 't is she The Young Couple I. D. and B. S. THey well faign'd Cupid yong for then 's the time As Roses in the bud when he 's in 's prime And such an early love is this of theirs Who now are married in their tender years Now like soft Wax they aptest are to take The sweet impressions which their Loves shall make And like young Plants they 'll easily bend and bow Which older grown they 'd not so easily do Let none the whilst object their Pupillage For Love and Marriage none are under age For what does Hymens rites to Lovers more Than joyn their hands whose hearts were joyn'd before And here on earth by sacred Pledges given Confirm that Marriage which was made in Heaven To th' Temple then and as they pass along Let Youths and Virgins sing their Nuptial song And thus conclude For noble good and fair Hymen ne'r coupled a more equal pair To M. M. Davies On her excellent Dancing and Singing HOw I admire thee Davies the delight Both of the ravisht hearing and the sight Whose dancing and whose singing added to 't Shews thee all Harmony from head to foot Who would not say to see thee dance so light Thou wert all air or else all flame and spright Or who 'd not think to see thee onely tread Thy feet were Feathers others feet but Lead Athlanta well cou'd run and Hermes flee But none e'r mou'd more gracefully than thee And Circes charm'd with Wand and Magicklore But none like thee ere charm'd with feet before Thou Miracle whom all men must admire To see thee move like air and mount like fire Whoe'r would follow thee and come but nigh To thy perfections must not dance but flie But now she sings let 's peace and say no more For just as when she onely danc'd before We wisht our selves all Eyes to see her so We wish our selves all Ears to hear her now Onely we 'll say Never did mortal ear On earth before such heavenly musick hear And we her singing well may heavenly call Whose skill's divine and voice Angelical On her pretty Daughter PRetty childe in whom appears All the seeds above thy years Of every Beautie every Grace As ere was sown in minde or face Never by Nature yet was made A Childe who more perfections had Nor ever though she 'd ne'r so fain Can she make the like again Thou art th' Epitome of all We pretty fair and sweet do call And for the more Conformity This is th' Epitome of Thee On a Ladies Blushing When the KING beheld her SO Roses blush when lookt on by the Sun As she when by the King she 's lookt upon And so of all fair things we nothing see More fair in nature than the Rose and She. If things take names from their Original We well her Blushes Royal ones may call And if we 've lost the Royal Purples Stain It in her Cheeks may well be found again In brief as 't is a signe the Sun draws neer When fair Aurora blushing does appear To see her blushing when the King does come You 'd say He were Aurora she the Sun On a famous Running Horse LEt Fabulous Antiquity no more Boast of the Running horses 't had before Here is a Horse to whom they 'd all seem lame Who ran i' th' Isthmos or Nemean Game Surpassing far the Horses of the Sun So many thousand miles a day do run Or Gynets of the Andalusian kinde For swiftness far outstrip their Sire the Winde Whom we had prais'd before but that there 's none Had time to do it till the Race was done Swifter than thought or lightning from the skie Begins and ends in twinkling of an Eye Such is his speed when he begins to run Whose ending and beginning is all one And now w 'ave time to praise him then w'ad none Let none then talk of Pegasus not yet O' th' t'other Flying horse of Pacolet While we have here we well may say We have our Flying horse as well as they On a Pretty Little Person SHe is pretty and she knows it She is witty and she shows it And besides that she 's so witty And so little and so pretty Sh' has