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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

that was heav'nly fair and heav'nly sweet Hereafter then as 't is your Florists guise New names for rarest Flowers to devise And more for the perpetuating their Fames To call them by some Royal persons Names Those which are fairest sweetest ones of all We Henrietta's by her name may call To HENRY Earl of Arlington Principal SECRETARY of State My Lord THat ours and other Nations may know How much to such Great men as you they owe Who for the State perpetual Vigil keep And with your Watchfulness secure their Sleep While dull Spectators and the common Rout Onely behold the Dyals hand without You are the Wheels give Motion to 't within Next to the Primum Mobile the KING You are th' Intelligences of the Sphere Of Government and all the Weight do bear Whilst like great Iove the KING does sit above And under him sees all in Order move Mean time 't is a great happiness for a King To meet men fit for th' Offices th' ar in And does commend their Judgments when they chose To serve the State such Ministers as those Great Offices require Great Souls and you My Lord have both the one and t'other too On a Noble-man Whose MOTTO is Cavendo Tutus WHo as the Flint bears Fire so bears his worth And is not always shewing of it forth But for more solid and profound respects The needless ostentation of 't neglects Who 's that just man without all guile or fraud Who next to 's first Religion unto God Counts what he is to Men his second one And for a world wou'd harm and injure none Who 's wary and circumspect in all his ways And nothing rashly either does or says Nor any thing in fine that may offend His Prince his Country Conscience or his Friend If any now wou'd know who This may be By his Cavendo Tutus they may see It is a Cavendish and that Devonshire's He. TO The Lord GEORGE BERKLEY IT is an Axiome in Morality That Vertue 's onely true Nobility If so ther 's none gives clearer proof than you My Lord that your Nobility is true And that 't may so continue you provide By adding to 't true Piety beside For Piety is but Vertue dy'd in grain Can ne'r change colour nor take spot or stain In which pure garment whosoere are clad Are truly vertuous truly noble made Such Courtiers Heav'n desires and such Kings shou'd Desire too if they 'd have them great and good Happie the whilst my Lord are such as you Fit for both th' earthly Court and heav'nly too Whilst those who do not joyn them both together As you have done my Lord are fit for neither To Mr. HENRY IERMIN On their demanding why he had no higher TITLES c. STill Noble Gallant Generous and Brave What more of Titles wou'd these people have Or what can they imagine more to express How great thou art that would not make thee less He who is proud of other Titles is Proud of a thing that 's other 's none of his And 't were in thee but vain ambition To seek by other Titles to be known When Henry Iermins name alone affords As high and great a sound as any Lord's The title of a worthy person 's more Than all which they so obsequiously adore And ther 's no Office they can greater call Than doing of good offices to all This is thy Office these thy Titles are Let who list take the rest thou dost not care On the Closet or Study OF MARGARET Dutchess of Newcastle WHat place is this 't looks like some sacred Cell Where holy Ermits anciently did dwell Is this a Ladies Closet 't cannot be For nothing here of vanity you see Nothing of Curiosity or Pride As most of Ladies Closets have beside Here she 's in rapture here in extasie With studying high and deep Philosophy Here those clear lights descend into her minde Which by reflection in her Books you finde And those high notions and idea's too Which but her self no Woman ever knew Whence she 's the chiefest ornament and grace O' th' Age and of her Sex hail sacred place To which the world in after-times shall come As unto Homers Shrine or Virgils Tomb Honouring the place wherein she made abode The air she breath'd and ground whereon she trod So Fame rewards the Arts and so agen The Arts reward all those that honour them Whilst whosoe'r in other Fames does trust Shall after death lie in forgotten dust On MELCHBOVRN The Residence of the Earl of Bullingbrook MElchbourn with such perpetual quiet blest As if the Halcyon there had built its nest Or 't were the middle region of the air Where never storms nor tempests do repair Whether the Exorcism i' th' place doth lie Or rather in the peaceful company Whose Lord and Lady of a dove-like kinde Live so united with one soul and minde Betwixt them never yet was other strife But who should kindest be of man or wife All friendship nobleness and kindness He All sweetness gentleness and mildness She. No Weathercocks of Humour apt to change To day familiar and to morrow strange But constant to their goodness and their way The same to-morrow as they were to-day So men at ease and certainty live there In pain and in uncertainty elsewhere On the Duke of Albemarl's AND And the Earl of Sandwich's Bringing in the KING THat present and all future times may know How much to Monk and Montague they owe By them that great and mighty work was done O' th' Kings most happie Restauration A happiness so general we may call It well The Restauration of us all Whilst t'one restor'd him to possession O' th' Royal Fleet t'other o' th' Royal Throne One gave him full and absolute Command O' th' Sea again as t'other did o' th' Land For which what Statues had erected been In former times what Titles giv'n to them And with what acclamations had they said Whilst to these Heroes they their thanks had paid If others have their Honours well deserv'd Who nobly have their King and Country serv'd What Honours ever can be worthy You Who have not onely serv'd but sav'd them too On the Death OF The Earl of Sandwich NEver was greater Sacrifice than this Where Sea 's the Temple Fireship Altar is And Sandwich Victime offer'd up to save His Countries Honour by a death more brave Than ever Heroe di'd though we shou'd sum All Greece ere boasted of or ancient Rome O Noble Sandwich while there 's Memory O' th' British Seas thy Fame shall never die Who 'twixt two different deaths at last wert found In Water burnt and in the Fier drown'd As if to kill thee once did not suffice Thy mighty minde but they must kill thee twice Or else to serve thy Country thou didst choose More than one death more than one life to loose Let then the Fabii Decii Curii nor Meltiade's be mentioned no more Who for to serve their Country chose to fall Our Noble

and Duke at last H 'as always gain'd the general esteem Of honouring them more than they honour'd him To The Lady BRIDGET Vicountess KILMURRAY MADAME VVHen I wou'd praise you as I others do So many Vertues do appear in you As 't is not in the pow'r of Art or Wit To count them all they are so infinit What shud I do then but in brief conclude As Painters when they paint a multitude Who when th 'ave some o' th' chiefest heads exprest Under them darkly shadow all the rest So having said y' ar beauteous vertuous wise Under which heads I all the rest comprise I leave them darkly shadowed and hid Under those heads as t'other Painter did On The Dutchess of Monmouth's Happie Childbirth NOw thanks to Heaven what we have hop'd for long And long have pray'd for Monmouth has a son His Lady safe delivered and with her Thousands besides delivered of their fear Who hear this joyful News and are not glad May they be ever deaf and ever sad Now ye Physitians you who said that she With so great danger should delivered be who 'll ere believe you more unless you say You have no skill and then indeed they may Or that each Midwife has more skill than you And then they safely may believe you too Mean time the childe and mothers life do show Ye ar all great Lyers and do nothing know And O! to prove you greater Lyers may Sh'have many children and live many a day On The Foyl of Nobility SEe you yond Thing who looks as he would cry I am a Lord a mile ere he comes nigh And thinks to shew it by his being proud His strutting as he goes and talking loud Behold him well you 'll hardly finde enough In the whole man to make a Lacquey of And for true Honour and Nobility His Groom and Coachman have as much as He. Such empty things have nothing else of worth But Place and Titles for to set them forth Being just like Dwarfs drest up in Gyants cloaths Bigger he 'd seem the lesser still he shows Or like small Statues on huge Basis set Their heights but only make them shew less great The Welcoming a Friend from SEA In Drolling Dear N. WElcom from Sea and now th' art com a shore If thou beest wise I prithee go no more Let Land-men keep a-land and only they A Gods name who are Sea-men go to Sea Ther were som comfort if the Wars wou'd cease First Voyage one does make and end in Peace But War 's a Hydra cut but off one head And straight seven others sprout up in the stead I know you went to learn Experience there And your Experience might have cost your dear Thank Heav'n y' ar come off with so little harm And scap'd without the loss of leg or arm Which that th' art scap'd th' ast but small cause to boast 'T was but a happpie rashness at the most And 't had been Fortune's fault if the first time Thou hadst been kill'd but second 't will be thine The end of the first Book of EPIGRAMS All newly Made or newly Revised The Second Book OF EPIGRAMS To His ROYAL HIGHNESS IAMES Duke of York THe first Book be'ng his Majesties and this By Consequence your Royal Highness is The World doth scarcely any one afford After You Two worthy to be the Third To Her ROYAL HIGHNESS IOSEPHA-MARIA d'Este Dutchess of York Madame IF expectation makes the Blessing dear Your Highness long has been expected here And now y' are come be pleas'd to know you 'll finde Your Royal Lord above all Husbands kinde The KING and Him two of the Worthiest men The World ere saw or ere shall see agen The QUEEN so pious and devout she 's one Who seems all Piety and Devotion The English Ladies generally fair Betwixt the French and your Italian air And th' Better sort and the Nobility Nothing but Courtesie and Civility For th' rest our hope of Civilizing 'um Next Heav'n is in Your Highness now y' are come Which if You do You 'll gain immortal Fame And make Ioseph-Maria d'Este's Name Amongst the English full as famous as Amongst the French Clotilda's ever was Mean time Your Highness bears along with You Your House's Honour and Your Nation 's too To his Royal Highness On his Return from our Naval VICTORY An. 65. GReater and Famouser than ere Caesar or Alexander were Who has both done and out-done too What those great Heroes could not do Till Empire of the Seas they get No Victory can be compleat For Land and Sea make but one Ball They had but half you have it all Great Prince the Glory of our days And utmost bound of humane praise Increas'd in Style we well may call You now The whole Worlds Admiral Whilst mighty CHARLES with Trident stands And like some God the Sea commands Having so gloriously orecome What now remains but to come home And fixed in our British Sphere Shine a bright Constellation there Most pow'ful ore the Watry Main Next unto that of Charles his Wain To His Highness Prince RVPERT On the same GReat and Heroick Prince surpassing far Him who was styl'd The Thunder-bolt of War The Belgick Lion stands amaz'd to see A greater Lion than it self in Thee And Zealand one all trembling for fear Half sinks into the Waves to hide it there Ne'r since the Greeks first call'd the World their own Or Romanes theirs was greater Valour known And if there yet new worlds to Conquer were Brave Rupert were the fittest Conqueror Greatest Example of Heroick worth As ever yet this Later Age brought forth As formerly the Land of Britain was So now the Sea 's too narrow for thy praise And 't will in time become the work alone Of Extasie and Admiration On the Death of His ROYAL HIGHNESS HENRY Duke of Gloucester HIgh-born and Great as any Prince on earth With Minde as great and high as was his Birth Wise 'bove his years Valiant above a man And had he liv'd to end as he began The World would for Him scarce have any room So Mighty and so Great he had become Whose Life was just like the Arabian winde That so much fragrant sweetness leaves behinde The World is fill'd with odour of his Name After he 's gone from whom the sweetness came Who 's now so dull when this they hear but sed Who does not know the Duke of Gloster's dead The Gallantst Person Nature ever made And hopefulst Prince as England ever had Let those who trust this World then learn by this What all their worldly hope and greatness is On the Death of Her ROYAL HIGHNESS HENRIETTA Dutchess of Orleans THis Life of ours is like a Garden where The fairest Flow'rs always first gathered are Whilst common ones are onely left like Weeds To wither on their stalks and fall to seeds And ne'r than this was fairer Flower known Where th' Rose and Lily both were joyn'd in one In which Conjunction did together meet All