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Epigrams of all sorts, made at divers times on several occasions by Richard Flecknoe.
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Flecknoe, Richard, d. 1678?
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1670
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Wing F1218; ESTC R2060
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Sexes Votary and your Convertit For just unto the Chamber all do come As to some Temple and from thence go home The bad converted and the good far more Confirm'd in Goodness then they were before Whilst with your sight not onely you restrain All vitious speech but even all light and vain And none to utter there permission has Or words of double sence or doubtful phrase Yet Vertue that 's in others so severe It from their conversation does deter In you is so attractive and so gay None from your presence ere went sad away But stay my Muse for if thou forwards tend Thou mayst begin but never make an end Of such as hers whose praise is infinite The more you say the less you say of it There is an Artful silence as there was An Artful vailing Great Atrides face 'T is praise enough to say that she can ne'r Be prais'd enough and say no more of her Of VVelbeck The Duke of Newcastles House Where he entertain'd The last King so magnificently Anno 33. WElbeck a Royal place where every thing Seems made for entertainment of a King And every one confesses that he ne'er Was entertain'd more royally then there Let others wonder at thy Lords expence And at the vastness of 's Magnificence He who would hazzard Fortune Life and all To serve his Master when his General For me I ne'r shall wonder that he woud Not spare his purse who woud not spare his bloud To Sir WILLIAM DEWCY On his three entertainments of The King the Prince of Denmarck And the Prince of Tuscany All the last Summer Anno 69. DEwcy that bravely know'st to spend When 't is for any noble End And never stickst at the Expence When 't is to shew Magnificence For th' Royal entertainment that Th' ast given unto thy Prince of late The honour onely is thine owne But what 's to other Princes done The honour thou to them dost do Is both thine own and Countries too In that th' art but a privat man In this a publick person and Thy Country shud ungrateful be Shud it not always honour thee Who knowst so bravely how to spend When 't is for any noble End And never stickst at the expence When 't is to shew Magnificence On his House at Charlton nigh Greenwich Where these entertainments were made WHilst Greenwich for its seat's commended so Thou shalt not Charlton uncommended go Although thou wantst a Barklays pen to raise Thee to the height of Fame which t' other has Did Thames but at thy feet its Tribute pay As 't does to theirs thou dst be as fam'd as they But yet it needs not for thou hast by Land As that by Water full as great command And hast as many Naiades as they Their Hyades have who thy commands obey Thy Champions ar as pleasant and as green Thou seest as much though not so much art seen And in thy safe retirement from the Shore Thy Fame 's the less but happiness the more In brief thy Gardens Orchards and thy Fields Yeild not to t'others Park whilst Greenwich yeilds As much or more although a Royal Seat To thee for height as thou to it for Great On his Accession to the Poetical Academy in Italy Anno 55. under the precedency of the Duke of Buckingham 'T Is so indeed here 's a free Mart or Fayr I now perceive of all Poetick Ware No Tax Gabel nor Imposition none On any Merchandise but every one Brings what he please and from the Lord o' th' place Free pasport and safe conduct for it has Mean time all store of rich Commodities Ar here install'd to take the curious Eyes Pictures o' th' minde so drawn to th' life and like They put down Titian Holbeen and Vandike Damasks and Tissu's of Pernassus work Surpass the Chinean Persian and the Turk T'ons richer vein and sparkling Wit contends With Gold and Iewels either India sends T'other for soft and silken Phrase puts down The smoothest Sattin and the softest doun Onely as I have heard objected there 's Amongst the rest great want of some small wares Things which your simple people so admire They scarce without them think a Fayr entire And for such Bagatels that none may lack I 'am come to fit them with my Pedlers-pack To Sir K. D. made Anno 45. WHilst with thy mighty Wit I but compare Our petty ones methinks they Pigmies are And thine the Hercules with whose vast discourse Whilst we 'd be medling fain but want the force Thy Wit comes to 't and presently with ease Takes't up as light and weylds it as thou please Oh how I 've sometimes long'd when I have been Where I some insolent prating Sir have seen With Tyrant talk a wing the Company Whilst none must speak none be heard but he T' ave some such Tyrant-Conquerer as thou Enter the room but onely to see how My mighty Talker presently woud sneak At sight of thee nor dare to look nor speak So have I seen some chattering Pye or Iay Fright with their noise the lesser Fowl away Until by chance some Eagle comes in sight When strait themselves are husht put to flight To the Lady Gerard of Brunley of the Education of my Lord her Son IF Education second Nature be Madam you doubly oblige Posterity By giving as you do my Lord your Son Such brave and noble Education As gives him double Title to the Fame Of noble Gerard and brave Digbies name Which you bestow and he receives so well Which merits greater praise there 's none can tell But all agree there 's none can better do A Sons than he a Mothers part than you EPITAPH In memory of that ever-memorable Lady Anne Packington Lady Audley STay Reader and if ever thou wo'dst hear A story worthy thy intentive ear Know here lyes buryed in this Sepulcher One who had all those excellent qualities Of noble vertuous beautiful and wise A mortal creature cou'd immortalize Who after all degrees of Mother Wife And Maid sh 'ad past and left them all at strife Which state she most had honour'd in her life At last a weary of this life below She dy'd and unto highest heaven did go To honour there the State of Angels too To the Lord Henry Howard of Norfolk Returning from his Asiatick voyage My Lord AS Merchants trade for other Riches so You trade for Honour wheresoe'er you go And richly fraughted with it always make A noble and brave return at coming back What store then must the Howards have of 't who Have such brave Factors for 't abroad as you And are so honoured for 't at home as they Without offence of any well may say As God first made the Light then made the Sun A great Reserve as 't were for 't when h 'ad don So Kings make Honour and the Howards are The great Reserves of 't you still finde it there To his Highness COSMO Prince of Tuscany On his Travels COsmo a name that 's
carry it by being proud Or looking high and big and talking loud But mark him well you 'll hardly finde enough In the whole man to make a Laquey of And for his words you 'll scarcely pick from thence So much of man as comes to common sence Such things as he have nothing else of worth But place and title for to set them forth Just like a Dwarf drest up in Gyants cloaths Bigger he 'd seem the lesser still he shows Or like small Statuas on huge Basis set Their highth's but onely makes them less great Of a Worthy Noble man Or William Duke of Newcastle BUt now behold a Nobleman indeed Such as w'admire in story when we read Who does not proudly look that you shud doff Your hat and make a reverence twelvescore of Nor takes exceptions if at every word You call him not his Grace or else my Lord But does appear a hundred times more great By his neglect of 't than by keeping state He knows Civility and Curtesie Are chiefest signes of true Nobility And that which gains them truest honourers Is their own Vertues not their Ancesters By which through all degrees that he has past Of Vicount Earl Marquiss and Duke at last H 'as always gain'd the general esteem Of honouring those more than they honour'd him On the Lady Rockingham's Nursing her Children her self HOw like to Charity this Lady stands With one Child sucking t'other in her hands Whilst bounteous Nature Mother of us all Of her fair Breasts is not more Liberal Those Ladies but half-Mothers are at best Who give their Womb whilst they deny their Breast And none deserve that name but such as you Who bring their Children forth nurse them too Mirror of Mothers in whom all may see By what you are what others ought to be Ready like Pelicans for their young ones good To give their very lives and vital bloud For so if milk be bloud but cloath'd in white You shew your self great Straffords daughter right Equally ready both forth ' publick good You for to give your milk and he his bloud To her Noble Sister The Lady Arabella Wentworth TO your fair Sex y' are best Example still Of following good and of declining ill Who full as pure and as umblemish go In this foul Worlk as Ermins on the Snow By never stirring foot upon the way Without first asking what will people say Teaching th' unwary if they walk not clean The fault 's not in the World so much as them By which besides that rare receipt y 'ave got To silence Rumour and stop Slanders Throat Whence you and your Illustrious Sister are Each in their several kinds without compare You for a matchless Virgin she a Wife The great examples of a vertuous life In one who slandred a fair and vertuous Lady THou enemy of all that 's fair and bright As Fowls of darkness are unto the light Monster of Monsters Basilisk of spight That killst with Tongue as t'other does with sight Slanderer of Ladies and of them the best Th' ast done an act which all men must detest Beauty 's a thing Divine and he that woud Wrong that woud wrong Divinity if he coud Who takes my purse does but as Robbers do Who takes my Fame robs me and kills me too And with his venumous Tongue and poysonous breath Woud if he coud even kill us after death But I mistake it is no infamy To be calumniated by such as thee Thou rather praisest us against thy will Like him who cur'd by chance whom he woud kill For 't is the same thing rightly understood To be disprais'd by th' bad as prais'd by th' good To a Lady Too confident of her Innocence MAdam that you are Innocent I know But th' world wants innocence to think you so That 's all so vitious grown it won't allow That any can be fair and vertuous now In Saturns days perhaps it might fuffice When to be innocent was to be wise But now without the Serpents wisdom too The Innocence of the Dove will hardly do Go get you some more powerful defence For Vertue then besides your Innocence For Innocence but Vertue is unarm'd The more you trust unto 't the more y' ar harm'd The Ladies name in Enigma HEr first name somewhat of Elizium haâ— Her second is in a more mistick phrase That colour which shews venerable age And does i' th' morning a fair day presage Unriddle now and tell whose name this is Oâ— forfeit a discretion if you miss To Mr. Bernard Howard Brother to the Duke of Norfolk I Grant you Sir I have a minde unfit For my low fortune much 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 height attain'd by onely few By this the Noble Soul is even deprest Unto the Vulgar almost to the Beast I 'm none of these same cringing things that stoops Just like a Tumbler when he vaults through hoops Or Daw or Magpy when at first it pecks Alternately their tails above their becks I care not for high place nor can I raise My self untoâ—t by base unworthy ways And if wealth in as base unworthy lye For me let low minds stoop for 't mine 's too high Nor care I what the ignorant vulgar say For being not of their number nor their way They do but talk and can't in judgement sit Nor lyes it in their verge to judge of it I put my self upon the onely few That is the best and worthiest such as you Of a happy life WHo e'er woud live a happy life indeed And wholly be from care trouble freed Must first stand well with God then with Man Must have as little buceness as he can Must care for nothing that he cannot have And nothing others can deprive him of And above all must fly ambition To be to great Men or to Princes known For who lives so no Princes smile nor frown Can either raise him up or cast him down And neither hopes to rise nor fears to fall Does live the best and happiest life of all Of Clorinda's Excellence AS when the Sun appears the Birds of night Make haste away and all are put to flight So when the bright Clorinda does appear All wanton Lovers fly the sight of her To whom to talk of Love were high offence Who 's so wrapt up in every Excellence As i' th' unfoulding of them one by one You never shud to onely Women come Love is for meaner Beauties such as theirs In whom there nothing else but Sex appears But as for her who ever dares aspire Farther then for to reverence and admire Ixions fate to such shud be allow'd Who steed of Iuno but imbrac'd a cloud And thy in Justice onely shud invent To punish them Ixions punishment On the equal mixture of blood and water After letting bloud of Madamoiselle de Beauvais Qust