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A court of judicature in imitation of Libanius. With new epigrams. By the hand that translated Martial.
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Killigrew, Henry, 1613-1700.
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1697
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well nigh unto Despair Time did his Peace restore her Grace decay The Maid remain'd when Beauty fled away Disdaining now he turn'd aside his Eye And said Times past how great a Fool was I Epigram 81. On Thyrsis and Alinda Alinda constant Thyrsis did adore And the bright Maid from all Pretenders bore Grown grey himself and she 'mong Matrons nam'd He ne'er forgot Times past how she was fam'd But said when all the Nymphs he did behold None my Alinda equals tho she 's old Epigram 82. On Bardus The noblest Marts of Books in all the Town Thou haunt'st among the Learn'd to get Renown Spend'st many Hours in turning o'er and o'er Both Greek and Latine Authors a vast Store Feigning to read but dost in truth but pore Understand'st none writ'st in a Book contains Just such a Treasure as thy worthless Brains Exhaust'st thy Spirits altho hail and strong A Dog ' twoul'd tire that did not sleep so long The Pains thou tak'st thy Ign'rance to disguise If well employ'd wou'd make thee learn'd and wise Epigram 83. A Farewel to Poetry I yield at length Reason and Age conspire To quench the Flame of my Poetick Fire These Words my Muse scarce utter'd yet did hear And charm'd up like a Spirit did appear Roses and Laurel were her Heads Attire Her pearl-trimm'd Harp was strung with Golden Wyer The Myst'ry in her Garments none cou'd spell Such wond'rous Fancy did in them excel Thus in her Glory she her self array'd More powerfully my fleeting to upbraid Ingrate she said what is it you propose With what Support will next your Dotage close Who shall your Pains divert Droopings revive Men will say There you sit but not alive This and much more enraged and high-flown She fiercely spoke supposing me alone But when she paus'd surpriz'd she did behold A rev'rend Dame of Heav'nly Form the old Her Hand a Book her Mantle Stars adorn'd Her Visuage Moses like was ray'd and horn'd With God as he she nearly did converse And of his Glory bore a bright Impress DEVOTION was her Name The Muse abash'd Her Figure 'fore she spoke her Boldness dash'd The Freedom she had shew'd she blushing blam'd Even of her Youth and Beauty seem'd asham'd Within your Bounds the Matron said contain Divine Effects ascribe not to what 's vain Your Art cou'd Pains divert but cou'd not cure A Flash of Life infuse not make t' endure The Ill-at-ease joy'd of 't to take the Air In your rough jolting Epigrammic Chair Which vary'd Griefs but did not them impair On downy Wings I 'll bear him far above All that is Mundane Pain Ambition Love Where all delights and nothing does annoy Sorrows are drown'd in Extasies of Joy These Words had Force the Muse her self t' inspire Who to a higher Key strait wound her Lyre And proselyted on the Earth cast down Low at Devotions Feet her Laurel Crown Resolv'd hereafter ne'er to wear the Bayes But on account of singing Heavenly Layes ERRATA PAge 3. line 7. read bear p. 9. l. 14. r. Tables p. 9. l. 16. r. Beauty p. 45. l. 13. r. Y' exalt p. 50. l. 12. f. it r. and p. 53. l. 11. r. dar'st p. 72. l. 11. r. Natures Shape p. 84. l. 10. f He r. One p. 94. l 10. r. theie days FINIS Books Printed for Henry Bonwicke at the Red Lion in St. Paul's Church-yard EPigrams of Martial Englished with some other Pieces ancient and Modern 8 o. Pia Desideria or Divine Addresses in 3. Books 1. Sighs of the Penitent Soul 2. Desires of the Religious Soul 3. Exstacies of the Enamoured Soul Illustrated with 47. Copper Plates Written in Latin Englished by Edm. Arwaker M. A. In 8 o. A New Description of Paris containing a particular Account of all the Churches Palaces Monasteries Colleges Hospitals Libraries Cabinets of Rareties Academies of the Virtuosi Paintings Medals Statutes and other Sculptures Monuments and Publick Inscriptions with all other remarkable Matters in that great and famous City Translated out of French To which is added a Map of Paris 12 o. Country Conversations being an Account of some Discourses that happened in a Visit to the Country last Summer on divers Subjects chiefly of the Modern Comedies of Drinking of Translated Verse of Painting and Painters of Poets and Poetry 8 o. Letters of Religion and Vertue to several Gentlemen and Ladies to excite Piety and Devotion with some short Reflections on divers Subject In 12 o. FINIS The Kings-Bench Cabal A SONG To the Tune hark hark I hear the Cannons rore I. ETernal Whig that still depends On Old Sham-Plots perjured ends Toth ' Kings-Bench amongst your friends Repair to make new Orders Make haste contrive some better way Or by the Gods you 'll loose the day Great York is now above half way To Revenge all Rape and Murthers II. We 're the best House of Commons now That once have made three Kingdoms bow Put in spew out as you know how fear Popery the old Notion Let 's purge the House of all that 's good That have our Cause so long withstood And dares not thirst for guiltless blood E'r York's upon the Ocean III. Great Hamden Rouse thy wonted strain Bring Trenchard into play again Vote down the guards and ev'ry swain That dares oppose our pleasure For to submit they would be loath Thy Father and thy Grand-Sire both To have ones hands ty'd up by Oath That may be loose at leisure IV. Let 's Vote the Duke out of the Town The King out of both Life and Crown Vote Death to all that keeps us down To leave the Cause a bleeding Shall we lie here ty'd up like Dogs Only Croaking our minds like Frogs While here the Doctor swears and flogs And leaves off all proceeding V. Come Speak and Bradon Arnold too Colt and Caldron what shall 's do Shall 's lie like Oysters here in stew And ne'r look out for help for 't Let 's send for Oxford Parliament With all their Guards for murther bent Come let 's attempt e'r Coin be spont Tho' each one Damn himself for 't VI. Shall we who were so great before Have neither power to plot nor whore Come let 's resolve break down the dore And joyn the Kent-street Rable Then Wapping and the Rump will rise The Tower and Westminster surprise While Charles and York at Windsor lies We 'll make this Town like Babel LONDON Printed for J. Dean Bookseller in Cranborn-street near Newport House in Leicester Fields 1684. * Cephissus was the River of Athens Eurotas of Sparta
and lead thee into Vice Listed a Soldier still to sin be nice Iphicrates the Athenian chose to fill His Troops with those were most addict to ill Saying That such were greedy'st of the Prey Their Lusts to feed all Dangers wou'd assay But tho such Villains valiant may be found To storm a Temple they in Fight give Ground 'T is Innocence alone that knows no Fear The Spirit when all 's desp'rate up will bear When thirst of Fame Dominion Riches fail Will all supply and will alone prevail Epigram 51. On a young Soldier When Victors are allow'd Trophies to raise Thou askest why thy self thou may'st not praise Praise made thee Valour in great Dangers show And does engage thee greater things to do Honour i' th' Field thou did'st b' Example teach And now by Glorying Honour thou do'st preach Be 't so Yet nobler's he no Acts does tell But ' counts all Duty when he does excel To God alone just Glory does belong Because his Glorying can no others wrong Competitor with him none 's found to be Satan's a Rebel but Slave-Enemy Again when God his Mightniess does show 'T is infinitely to what he is below And did he not in Part himself reveal Immensness wou'd the Deity conceal Unless thy Deeds are such none can declare If thou art wise to trumpet them forbear Epigram 52. To Sextus I send thee here all I have publick made Except one Piece which with my Will is straid Twenty two Sermons in one Volume bound What I have done in Verse in two are found Thou hum'st and say'st my Present thee does grace But wou'd I 'd sent a Capon in its Place Epigram 53. On Bastwick Oats The Name I give because your Nature Shapes For tho less witty thou art Bastwick's Ape As scandalous and scurrilous in thy Phrase Both holding Impudence the highest Praise That Mountebank's mere Zany and his Fool Preserver of his Excrements his Close-stool Worse utter'd from good Manners wou'd not stray Unto foul Language give too free a Way Speaking of Oats none in this Point can fail So base to call him by his Name 's to rail Epigram 54. On an Independant When Charles the first I Saint and Martyr nam'd Affirm'd none higher in the Diptics fam'd Firm in Religion in all Vertues strong None Love deserving more or suff'ring Wrong In Scorn thou said'st Canst thou the World acquaint With any Wonders for this Martyr Saint To testifie his Faith Heaven ever wrought Yes On three Realms his Blood Destruction brought With-held before Oppression Tyranny Prophaneness Sacriledge and Anarchy The Cov'nant Cromwell Blasphemy and Thee Epigram 55. On the Covenant This Monster Scotland brooded at the first Revolting England foster'd up and nurst The Rebel offspring of a Rebel Race In which the Parents Features you may trace Contempt of Pow'rs the Height of Tyranny Mocking of God profound Hypocrisie Christ's Natures both have been by some deny'd One as too much t'other too mean decry'd His Actions and himself allegoriz'd But he who shall the Covenant dissect Will yet much greater Blasphemys detect This does not Errors and Mistakes disclose But wittingly enormous Sins impose Christ's Kingdom and a King in Words it owns And by rebellious Actions both dethrones Calls Heaven to witness it true Duty pays When it most impudently disobeys Episcopacy Antichristian stiles And Regicide to th' Gospel reconciles Engins have made whole Fleets and Armys quake But this is one the Christian World to shake Whose furious Operation knew no Bound Till its wild Ravage and destructive round The Authors with two Nations did confound Like to the seven times heated Furnace slew Those who into its Flames the Faithful threw Epigram 56. On Rushworth's Collections Was 't not enough that Faction did run down A righteous King seize both his Life and Crown By diabolick Acts and Arts translate Into Confusion the best model'd State A Church of pure and Apostolick Frame Babylon Whore and Antichristian Name Her learned Teachers slaughter and defame Unless thou rear'd'st false Rushworth to the Skies Th' impious Actors of these Tragedys Zeal and Ambition set on fire by Hell Like Furies drove two Nations to rebel But what mov'd thee in calm and sober Mood The Truth to stifle and a Lie to brood Th' innocent Party guilty to declare Th' execrable set off upright and fair However foul a Sin is in the Act His is yet fouler justifies the Fact Had not a faithful and industrious Hand By Records shew'd how falsly thou did'st brand That suff'ring Age Posterity the Right Had never known bewilder'd in thy Night I can't expose thy Treach'ry to the Height Of lay upon it the deserved Weight But Treach'ry is vile however great And Stocks not Death ' awarded to a Cheat Invectives like a nobler Doom wou'd grace What 's disingenuous and in Nature base For an Eternal Record of thy Shame The Pâ—n shall stand that 's woven in thy Name Epigram 57. On Moil the Grasier For Sheep for Hogs a Wife Moils way of Trade Was much alike and the Respect he paid Into a House he stept where he was told Out of great Choice a Wife he might behold â—our comely Maids their Father made appear All sightly in their Persons and their Gear Round them he walk'd and after shook his Head Mutt'ring I find I shall not here be sped Their Father ask'd If he could shew him more As if like Sheep he Daughters had by th' Score The Good-man said the eldest kept his House â—rew'd bak'd made Butter Cheese in Winter Souce But he 'd not deal she look'd so poor and lank A Wife he chose like Bullocks by the Flank And to the Door like a true Churl he drew Father nor Daughters bidding once adieu I' th' Corner of a Close as he did pass Pitching of Dung there was a sturdy Lass Her Sleeves tuck'd up her Coat not much below Her Knees whose Legs did like two Mill-posts show Her Arms like those of Oak her Skin like Bark As rough and chop'd as scurfy and as Dark Aloud she baul'd Hodge let not out the Cow And like to one seem'd not to speak but low This precious Piece was in his Eye a Pearl Long known and fancy'd by him from a Girl How do'st thou Meg Says he Thanks Master Mâ—â— Come go with me and leave off here to toil What to do Master If thou do'st agree Forthwith I purpose Meg to marry thee In earnest say you Even with all my Heart There shall not any Stop be on my Part ' Parrel I 'll only fetch There is no need 'T will raise but Talk and trash our purpos'd Speed The Courtship ended they both jogg'd along He with his Padlestaff she with her Prong At 's Farm with nappy Ale he did her treat Kept by his private Key and pouder'd Meat Their Bellys full they hasted both to bed And some Weeks after were at leisure wed Epigram 58. On Fabella Where-e'er thou com'st thy Face assumes a Jeer As if that