never sell 'em at 110 To Lycus That poetry is good and pleasing thou dost cry Yet know'st not when 't is right or when awry Thou know'st great Ovid's censure to abstaine From pleasing good is vertue 's chiefest aime 111 On Charismus Thou hast compos'd a book which neither age Nor future time shall hurt through all their rage For how can future times or age invade That work which perished assoone as made 112 Of one praising my book Harpax doth praise my book I lately writ Saith it is short and sweet and full of wit I knew his drift and sayd be silent 'pray For in good fayth I 've given 'em all away 113 Facilis discensus averni The way to hell is easie th' other day A blind man â—hither quickly found the way 114 Age and Youth Admire not youth despise not age although Some yong are grave most old men children grow 115 On Orus Orus sold wine and then Tobacco now He Aqua-vitae doth his friends allow What ere he had is sold to save his life And now turn'd Pander he doth sell his wife 116 On Women Women are books and men the readers be In whom oft times they great Errata's see Here sometimes wee a blot there wee espy A leafe misplac'd at least a line awry If they are books I wish that my wife were An Almanacke to change her every yeare 117 On Acerra Tobacco hurts the braine phisicians say Doth dull the wit and memory decay Yet feare not thou Acerra for 't will ne'r Hurt thee so much by use as by thy feare 118 On Briso Who private lives lives well no wonder then You do absent you from the sight of men For out of doores you neer by day appeare Since last you lost i' th pillâ—ry your eare 119 On the King of 〈◊〉 picture Who but the halfe of this neat picture drew That it could ne're be fully done well knew 120 To his Mistris Hyperbole of worth should wit suggest My will with Epithites and I invest That shrine but with deserved paraphrase Adulatory poetry would praise And so but staine your woâ—th your vertues or Else none at all shall be my orator 121 B. I. answer to a thiefe bidding him stand Fly villaine hence or be thy coate of steele I le make thy heart my â—razen bâ—llet feele And send that thrice as thievish soul of thine To hell to weare the Devils Vâ—lentine 122 The Theefe 's â—eplie Art thou great Ben or the revived ghost Of famous Shake-spear or som drunken host Who being tipfie with thy muddy beer Dost think thy rimes shall daunt my soul with fear Nay know base slave that I am one of those Can take a purse a swell in verse as prose And when th' art dead write this upon thy herse Here lies a Poet that was robb'd in verse 123 Vpon Clarinda begging a lock of her lovers haire Fairest Clarinda she whom truth cals faire Begg'd my heart of mee and a lock of haire Should I give both said I how should I live The lock I would the heart I would not give For that lestâ—heeving love should steal away Discretion had lock'd up and kept the key As for the locke of haire which lovers use My head laid on her knee I pray'd her chuse Taking her â—izars by a cunniâ—g art First pick'd the lock and then she stole my heart 124 To his Mistris Dearest thy twin'd haires are not threds of gold Nor thine eyes diamonds nor do I hold Thy lips for rubies nor thy cheeks to bee Fresh roses nor thy dugs of Ivory The skin that doth thy dainty body sheath Nor Alablaster is nor dost thou breath Arabian odours these the earth brings forth Compar'd with thine they would impair thy worth Such then are other mistrisses but mine Hath nothing earth but all divine 125 The Answer If earth doth never change nor move There 's nought of earth sure in thy love Sith heavenly bodies with each one Concur in generation And wanting gravitie are light Or in a borrowed lustre bright If meteors and each falling star Of heavenly matter framed are Earth hath my mistrisse but sure thine All heavenly is though not divine 126 On his Mrs. I saw faire Flora take the aire When Pâ—aehus shin'd and it was faire The heavens to allay the heat Sent drops of raine which gently beat The sun retires asham'd to see That he was barr'd from kissing thee Then Bore as took such high disdaine That soon he dri'd those drops again Ah cunning plot and most â—ivine Thus to mix his breath with thine 127 On an houre glasse Do thou consider this small dust Here running in this glasse By atomes mov'd Caâ—st thou beleeve that this the body was Of one that lov'd And in his Mistrisse playing like a fly Turn'd to cinders by her eye Yes and in death as life have it expreâ—t That lovers ashes take no rest 128 On the picture of Cupid in a jewell worn by his Mrs. on her brest Little Cupid enter in and heat Her heart her brest is not thy seat Her brests are fitted to entice Lovers but her heart's ofice Thaw Cupid that it hence forth grow Tender still by answering no. 129 On his Mistris When first I saw thee thou didst sweetly play The gentle theefe and stol'st my heart away Renâ—er me mine againe or leave thy own Two are too much for thee since I have none But if thou wilt not I will swear thou art A sweet-fac'd creature with a double heart 130 On Cupid Cupid hath by his sly and subtill art A certaine arrow shot and peirc't my heart What shall I doe to be reveng'd on love There is but one way and that one I 'le prove I 'le steale his arrowes and will head them new With womens hearts and then they will fly true 131 On a Tobacconist All dainty meats I do defie Which feed men fat as swine Hee is a frug all man indeed That on a leafe can dine He needs no napkin for his hands His fingers ends to wipe That keeps his kitchin in a box And roast 〈◊〉 in a pipe 132 On the same If mans flesh be like swines as it is said The metamorphosis is sooner made Then full-fac'd Gnatho no tobacco take Smoaking your corps lest bacon you do make 133 Another Tom I commend thee above all I know That sold'â—t thy cushion for a pipe of To For now t is like if ere thou study more Thou 'lt sit to 't harder then thou dist before 124 On Tobacco Nature's Idea phisicks rare perfection Cold rheumes expeller and the wits direction O had the gods known thy immortall smack The heavens ere this time had been colored black 135 On a beloved lye I hate a lie and yet a lye did run Of noble Goring's death and Kensington And for that they did not untimely dye I love a lye because that was a ly For had it been an accident of ruth 'T had made me grow in hatred of the truth
so sore He rank Recusant comes to Church no more 175 On two striving together Two falling out into a ditch they fell Their falling out was ill but in was well 176 On Musique I want a quill out of an Angels wing To write sweet musike's everlasting praise I likewise want an Angels voice to sing A wished anâ—hem to her happy dayes Then since I want an angels voice and pen Let angels write and sing I 'le say amen 177 On Tobacco Times great consumer cause of idlenes Old whorehouse hunter cause of drunkennes Bewitching smoake vainest wealths consumer Abuse of wit stinking breath's perfumer Cause of entrailes blacknes bodyes dyer Cause of nature's slacknesse quenching her fire Offence to many bringing good to none Ev'n be thou hack'd till thou art burnt and gone 178 Claudianus de Sphaerâ—a Archimedis When Iove within a little glasse survay'd The heavens he smil'd and to the Gods thus sayd Can strength of mortall wit proceed thus far Loe in a fraile orbe my works mated are Hither the Syracuâ—ians art translates Heavens form the course of things and humane fates Th' including spirit serving the star-deck'd signes The living work inconstant motion windes Th' adult ' rate zodiaque runs a naturall yeere And Cyntsias forg'd horns monethly new light bear Viewing her own world now bold industry Triumphs and rules with humane power the sky 179 On Caelia In Caelia's face a question did arise Which were more beautifull her lips or eyes We say the eyes send forth those pointed darts Which pierce the hardest adamantine hearts From us reply the lips proceed those blisses Which lovers reap by kind words and sweet kisses Then wept the eyes and from their eyes did pow'r Of liquid Orientall pearle a shower Whereat the lips mov'd with delight and pleasure Through a sweet smile â—â—lock'd their I vory treasure And bad love judge whether did ad more grace Weeping or smiling pearls to Câ—lia's face 180 On Chloris walking in the snow I saw faire Chloris walke alone When feather'd raine came softly down Then Iove descended from â—is Tower To court her in a silver shower The wanton snow flew to her brest Like little birds into their nest But overcome with whitenes there For greiâ—e it thaw'd into a teare Then falling down her garment hâ—m To deck her froze into a gem 181 To a Shoomaker What bootes it thee to follow such a trade That 's alwaies under foot and underlaid 112 Youth and Age. Age is deformed youth unkind Wee scorn their bodies they our mind 183 To Loquax Loquâ—x to hold thy tongue would do thee wrong For thou would ' st be no man but for thy tongue 184 Death The lives of men seem in two seas to swim Death comes to young folks and old goe to him 185 A disparity Children fondly blad truth fools their brothers Women have learn'd more wisdom of their mothers 186. To Mak dict Thou speake st ill not to give men their dues But speakestill because thou canst not chuse 187 Womens propertiâ—s To weep oft still to flatter sometimes spin Are properties women excell men in 188 Interpone tuis c. Not mirth nor care alone but inter-wreathed Care gets mirth stomacke mirâ—h makes care long breathed 189 Womens teares When women weep in their dissembling art Their teares are sauce to their malicious heart 190 Pot-Poets Poet and pot differ but in a letter Which makes the Poet love the pot the better 191 Content Content is all we ayme at with our store If that be had with little what needs more 192 Fast and loose Paphus was marry'd all in haste And now to rack doth run So knitting of himself too fast He hath himself undone 193 On Gervase A double gelding Gervase did provide That he and 's wife to see their friends might ride And he a double gelding prov'd indeed For he so suddenly fell to his speed That both alight with blows and threats among He leads him and his wife drives him along 194 Tortus Tortus accus'd to lye to fawn to flatter Said he but set a good face on the matter Then sure he borrow'd it for 't is well known Tortus ne're wore a good face of his own 195 ANNAGRAMS Thomâ—s Egerton 1 anagr. Honors met age Honors met age and seeking where to rest Agreed to lodge and harbour in thy brest 196 On Captâ—ine Iohn Came-age 2 anagr. Age-came When perils I by land and sea had past Age came to summon me to death at last 197 Christopher Lindall 3 anagr. I offer lend Christ all Thaâ— with this Epigram thy deeds agree They well know that did ever well know thee 198 Iohn Rysdon 4 anagr. In honors dy Thy actions friend declare thy noble mind And to the world thy reall worth proclaime That fame her self cannot thy equall find To paralell thy glory and thy name On onward still from no good action fly Who lives like thee cann't but in honors dy 199 On the same I ne're will credit any powerfull fare Can turn thy glory to a waning state Thou â—till wilt be thy self therefore say I In honors thou shalt live but never dy 200 Phineas Fletcher 5 anagr. Hath Spencer life Or Spencer hath life That Spencer liveth none can ignorant be That reads his works Fletcher or knoweth thee 201 Mrs. Elizabeth Noell 6 anagr. holinesse be still my star The safest conduct to the port of blisse Lyes not in brittle honor for by this We often loose our way to shun this bar To heaven holines be still my star 202. My lot is blisse â—ternall The world 's a lottry full of various chances Whereof each draws a share as fortune fancies Among the rest that ayme at things supernall I 've drawn and find my lot is blisse eternall 203 I shall smite no ill brest The common way to wound mens hearts I shun Nor with meere outside am I to be won Vertue may move me for it crowns the best But I shall smite no ill or lustfull brest 204 My blisse on earth's little Honors are faire but fading flowers which give Delight to those that gather them but live Not ever flowrishing this truth I find Too truely in my selfe by fate assign'd For having all I see that all 's but but brittle And even at best my blisse on earth 's but little 205 See my heart is still noble Thongh fortune frowns and fate suppres my will Yet see the lucke my heart is noble still 206 A riddle Thoughts Searching c Valued Love may B Truth never tyes Too A foole y y If have part WR 207 Another being a translation Est aliis servire tenetur Iure qui sum servire necesse est Iure tibi me Te nulli cunctos ant are videris Qui cunctos bos laude ant fero cunctis Thus Englished ling bound to serve his Mr's hands An is you bound to do your high commandâ— I 'me and None's you you all are then I 'le you praise other
blest creature in thine Urne My sighes my teares shall not awake thee I but stay untill my turne And then Oh then I 'le overtake thee 476 Aequè facilitas ac difficultas nocet amoris I love not her that at the first cries I I love not her that doth me still deny Be she too hard shee 'll cause me to despaire Be she too easie shee 's as light as faire 'T is hard to say whether most hurt procure She that is hard or easy to allure If it be so then lay me by my side The hard soft willing and unwilling bride 477 In monumenta Westminsteriensia Mortality behold and feare What a change of flesh is here Thinke how many royall bones Sleep within this heap of stones Here they ly had realmes and lands Who now want strength to stir their hands Where from their Pulpits seel'd with dust They preach In greatnes is no trust Here 's an acre sown indeed With the richest royal'st seed That the earth did e're suck in Since the first man dy'd for sin Here the bones of birth have cry'd Though Gods they were as men they dy'd Here are sands ignoble things Drop'd from the ruin'd sides of Kings Here 's a world of pompe and state Buried in dust once dead by fate 478 Semel it saâ—ivimus Beldam God blesse thee thou want'st nought but wit And having gotten that we 'r freed from it Bridewell I cannot any way dispraise thee For thou dost feed the poore and jerke the lazie New-gate of thee I cannot much complaine For once a moneth thou freest men out of paine But from the Counters gracious Lord defend us To Bedlam Bridewell or to New gate send us For there in time wit worke or law sets free But here wit work nor law gets liberty 479 On the Marriage of one Turbolt with Mrs. Hill What are Deucalions dayes return'd that we A Turbolt swimming on a Hill do see What shall we in this age so strange report That fishes leave the sea on hils to sport And yet this hill though never tir'd with standing Lay gently down to give a Turbolt landing 480 Vpon Annas marriadge with a lawyer Anne is an angell what if so shee be What is a angell but a lawyers fee. 481 In Cupidinem Who grafts in blindnes may mistake his stock Love hath no tree but that whose bark is smock 482 Aenigma The Devill men say in Devonshire dy'd of late But Devonshire lately liv'd in rich estate Till Rich his toyes did Devonshire so bewitch As Devonshire dy'd and left the Devill rich 483 On Cupid Why feign they Cupid robbed of sight Can he whose seat is in the eye want light 484 Aâ— answer Experience shews and reason doth decree That he who sits in 's owne light cannot see 485 Barten Holiday to the Puritan on his Technogamia 'T is not my person nor my play But my sirname Holiday That does offend thee thy complaints Are not against me but the Saints So ill dost thou endure my name Because the Church doth like the same A name more awfull to the puritane Then Talboâ— unto france or Drake to Spaine 486 On a Picture This face here pictur'd time shall longer have Then life the substance of it or the grave Yet as I change from this by death I know I shall like death the liker death I grow 487 In Meretrices The law hangs theeves for their unlawfull stealing The law carts bawds for keeping of the doore The law doth punish rogues for roguish dealing The law whips both the pander and the whore But yet I muse from whence this law is grown Whores must not steal yet must not use their own 487 On the Citty Venice When in the Adriatick Neptune saw How Venice stood and gave the seas their law Boast thy Tarpeian towers now Iove said he And Mars thy wals if Tiber 'fore the sea Thou dost prefer view both the cities ods Thou'lâ— say that men built Rome Venice the gods 488 To a Lady that every morning used to paint her faâ—e Preserve what nature gave you nought's more base Thâ—n Belgian colour on a Roman face Much good time 's lost you rest your faces debtor And make it worse striving to make it better 489 On a Cuckold My friend did tax me seriously one morne That I would weare yet could not winde a horne And I reply'd he perfect truth should find it Many did weare the horn that could not wind it Howe're of all that man may weare it best Who makes claime to it as his ancient crest 490 Vpon Marriage Marriage as old men note hath likened bin Unto a publiqâ—e feast or common route Where those that are without would fain get in And those that are within would faine get out 491 Quicquid non nummus The mony'd man can safely saile all seas And make his fortune as himselfe shall please He can wed Danae and command that now Acrisius selfe that fatall match allow He can declaime chide censure verses write And do all things better then Cato might He knows the Law and rules it hath and is Whole Servius and what Labeo can possesse In briefe let rich men wish what e're they love 'T will come they in a lock'd chest keep a Iove 492 On Annas a news-monger Annas hath long eares for all news to passe His eares must needs be long for hee 's an asse 494 Semel inâ—anivimus omnes Thus have I waded through a worthlesse taske Whereto I trust there 's no exception ta'ne For meant to none I answer such as aske 'T is like apparell made in birchen lane If any please to suit themselves and weare it The blames not mine but theirs that needs will weare it 495 To Aulus Some speaking in their own renown Say that this book was not exactly done I care not much like banquets let my bookes Rather be pleasing to the guests then cooks 496 Ad sesquipedales poetastros Hence Brauron's God to Tauriminion And you Levaltoring Corybants be gone Fly thundring Bronsterops to Hippocrene And Maurâ—s to nimph nursing Mytelene Grisly Maegera's necromantique spell Depart to blacke nights Acheronticke cell Avaunt transformed Epidarian Unto th' Antipod Isles of Tabraban Away Cyllenius plumy-pinnion'd God With thy peace making wand snake charming rod And all the rest not daring looke upon Vranus ' blood-borne brood and fell Typhon Chimaera's victor great Bellepheron Thou vanquisher of Spanish Geryon Stout Asdruball Sicilian Lord of yore Thou that destroyd'st the Calidonian bore Couragious conqueror of Creetes Minotaure Thou pride of Mermeros ' cloudy Semitaure Perseus whose marble stone transforming shield Enforâ—'d the whale Andromeda to yeeld You Argonautes that scour'd Syndromades And pass't the quicke sands of Semplegades Helpe Demogorgon King of heaven and earth Chaos Lucina at Litigiums birth The world with child looks for delivery Of Cannibals or Poetophagie A devillish brood from Ericthonius From Iphidemia Nox and Erebus Chide Pegasus for op'ning Helicon And Poets damn to Pery-Phlegeton Or make