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love_n	heart_n	love_v	sin_n	9,337	5	4.8347	4	true

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A02836	Quodlibets lately come ouer from New Britaniola, old Newfound-land Epigrams and other small parcels, both morall and diuine. The first foure bookes being the authors owne: the rest translated out of that excellent epigrammatist, Mr. Iohn Owen, and other rare authors: with two epistles of that excellently wittie doctor, Francis Rablais: translated out of his French at large. All of them composed and done at Harbor-Grace in Britaniola, anciently called Newfound-Land. / By R.H. sometimes Gouernour of the plantation there.	Hayman, Robert, 1578 or 9-1631?.; Owen, John, 1560?-1622. Epigrammata. Book 1-4. English. Selections.; Rabelais, François, ca. 1490-1553?; Habert, Francois, ca. 1508-ca. 1561.	1628 (1628)	STC 12974; ESTC S106081	67,153	134

leaue Your outward and your inward graces moue My tongue to praise you and my heart to loue I hope it will not God nor man offend If that in Loue your vertues I commend And by his Leaue who is yours in possession He loue and praise your goodnes in reuersion 93. To my perpetuall Valentine worthy Mistris Mary Tayler wife to Master Iohn Tayler Merchant of Bristoll My sweet discreet perpetuall Valentine In your faire brest vertue hath built a Shrine Bedecking it with flowres amongst the rest Mild bearing your not-bearing is not least You know the worthy husband that you haue Is worth more children then some fondlings craue Besides the blessed babes begot by good More comforts bring then some of flesh and blood Kind Valentine still let our comfort be Children there are ynow for you and me 94. To my best Cousin Mistris Elizabeth Flea wife to Master Thomas Flea of Exeter Merchant If one were safely lodg'd at his long rest I could wish you a Flea in my warme nest Who writes this loues Yee both so well he prayes Long may yee skip from Death like nimble Fleas 95. To the faire modest Mayd pretty Mrs. Martha Morris and of her hansome sister Mistris Marie Philips both of Bristoll Though Martha were with Mary angrie for 't Yet Christ told her She chose the better part Faire chaste mayd Martha you haue chose the best Your sister Mary a life of lesse rest 96. Another to the same being since married But since I heare that you haue chang'd your state I wish your choice may proue kind fortunate And that he may deserue you euery deale He well deserues that doth deserue you well 97. To the pretty pert forward greene Mistris L. B. Nature tooke time your pretty parts to forme She hastes her worke in you since you were borne Your buds are forward though your leaues are greene I thinke you will be ripe at Eleuenteene 98. To the modest and vertuous Widdow Mistris Elizabeth Gye of Bristoll whose dead Husband Master Philip Gye was sometimes Gouernour of the Plantation in Newfound-Land where he and she liued many yeeres happily and contentedly Though Fortune presse you with too hard a hand I heare your heart is here in Newfound-Land 99. To a debausht Vniuersity A Complaint against Drunkennesse Thy Sonnes most famous Mother in old time To quench their thirst Pernassus hill did clime Some of thy Sonnes now thinke that hill too steepe Their Holliconian springs doe lye more deepe Their study now is where there is good drinke The Spigot is their Pen strong beere their Inke I could with Democrit ' laugh at this sinne If it in any other place had bin But in a place where all should be decent A sinne so nastie inconuenient So beastly so absurd worthy disdaine It straines me quite out of my merry straine I could with Heraclit ' lament and cry Or write complaints with wofull Ieremy Nay much-much more if that would expiate What 's past or following follies extirpate Many rare wits hath it infatued Their climbing merits quite precipited And hopes of ancient houses ruined Fooles and base sots this sinne hath made of them That by sobriety had beene braue men Yea I doe know many wise men there be Which for this dare not trust their Sonnes with thee Fearing this Cerberus this Dogge of Hell Within whose Ward all other follies dwell I hope thy Sister better lookes to hers Indulgent Elies are thy Officers If they will not assist my motion To apply Causticks and no Lotium Deare Mother on my knees I beg this boone Afford this inconuenient Vice no roome But whip it in thy Conuocation Or strip it of Matriculation 100. A short Iigge after this long Lachrymae Pauin As drunke as an old Begger once 't was said As drunke as a young Scholler now we reade 101. To the Reuerend Learned Sober and wise Gouernours in this Famous Vniuersity I heare this sinne you will shut out of doore It ioyes me so that I can write no more 102. That euery one may take his To my worthy Readers Faire modest learned sober wise and wittie Praising I praise you if those praises fit yee 103. To my vnworthy Reader Fond wicked misse-led if thou guilty be Although I name thee not yet I meane thee The end of the third Booke THE FOVRTH BOOKE OF QVODLIBETS An vnfinisht Booke 1. To the Reader SErmons and Epigrams haue a like end To improue to reproue and to amend Some passe without this vse 'cause they are witty And so doe many Sermons more 's the pitty 2. To the Reader Of my small course poore wares I cannot boast Owen and others haue the choyce ingrost And if that I on trust haue ta'ne vp any Owen hath done so too and so haue many 3. Redargution or payd with his owne money When Pontius call'd his neighbour Cuckold Asse Being mad to see him blinded as he was His Wife him standing by repli'd anon Fie Husband fie y' are such another man Nay I doe know quoth Pontius that there be Nine more in Towne in as bad case as he Then you know ten if you quoth she say true Fye Husband fie what an odde man are you 4. Catholique Apostolique Roman faith To Papists If the word Catholique yea truly straine To neither of vs doth it appertaine Apostolique we dare our selues afford And proue it by their practice and their word The now new Roman Faith yee stifly hold And brag of it as if it were the old 5. To elder Pelagians more fine later Papists and our refined Arminians Though seu'rall wayes you one opinion twine 'Twixt your conceipts there 's but a little line For all of you with free-grace are too bold Withgood workes laying on presumptuous hold With your weake works binding your boundlesse Maker Without whome none can be an vndertaker Whilst God tyes vs by Faith to doe good deeds You will tye God to you by your fond Creeds Satan that lowres at faithfull fearefull workes Likes your good deed because he knowes your querks At weake faith-propt due works Satan doth grieue At tip-toe good works he laughs in his sleeue It 's God that giues vs grace and makes vs able Hauing all done we are vnprofitable Worke and worke on with fond credulity Mercy with faith is our security 6. A Chronagram of the yeere wherein Queene Elizabeth dyed and King Iames came to the Crowne of England both of blessed memory Wee MaDe a HappIe Change thIs Yeere MDC III. This yeere of Grace by Gods especiall grace When all our foes expected our disgrace God crusht their malice and allai'd our feare We made a happy Change this Present yeere A Change we made but yet no Alteration Of former happines a transmigration Two froward Sisters long at enmity Became the birth-twinnes of Virginity From a chaste vertuous blessed barren wombe From the ill-boding North our Spring did come Whilst many wise foreseeing men did feare Who should with quietnes be

for saddles and the dorses Whil'st chaines and yoakes desires hot stomackt horses Addition Dull people need the spurres more then the saddle Yet yoaking may young hot-spurres better bridle Three wilde Coach-horses Wine Venus Dice fit Iades for such a feat Draw men to Beggers-bush without a baite From the frying pan into the fire From Vshing coueting himselfe to free On Sillaes Bishop and his Clerks fell hee Womens extreme passions Women doe fondly loue or foulely hate Their extreme passion hath no middle state To reforme this error in this man Why shouldest thou their goodnesse thus decline Vertue is of the Gender Foeminine A Citizens Thrift O Citizens learne first your bags to fill And then ofhonesty goe learne the skill Hels Highway There is an easie downe-descent to Hell Those that goe there doe know it too-too well Coozening knaues To coozen coozeners is no cooz'ning To coozen any it 's a knauish thing No penny no Pater Noster Homer if thou nothing with thee dost bring Thou mayst without reward without doore sing A wicked Vbiquitary The wicked doth his wickednesse declare At all times against all and eu'ry where A wise choise Raile at me rather till thou breake thy guts Then coldly praise me with thy Ifs and Buts Customes inconuenience What sinnes thou vsest often to commit Will flow from thee without sence feare or wit As for example Reprooue a swearer who doth vse to teare Gods holy Name hee 'l sweare he did not sweare Or for your loue or that sinne will not care Nothing new Speake old words or coine new words by the score What-e're thou speak'st hath spoken been before A true inquisition Not of my out-side nor of those that dwell With me nor the report my neighbours tell Come to me into me to know me well Painters and Poets properties Painters and Poets haue like power and skill To adde to foist to feigne euen what they will Wicked Women Women are of the gender feminine Proud cruell seruile in mine Authors time Addition A Claw Although of women he could say so then Women may say so now of naughty men Perfect patience What-euer comes I alway hope the best And till that come I mildly beare the rest A good womans reward There is not one good woman to be found And if one were she merits to be crown'd In the behalfe of good women who cannot speake for themselues Good women he that blurr'd you with this blot Deserues a crowning with your chamberpot With enuious eyes he sought for you or else He might haue found you with my spectacles A Churles good The couetous doth nothing as he should Till lauish death doth spread abroad his gold Light of beliefe Let the wide-throated circumcised Iew Swallow it and beleeue that it is true Addition The baptiz'd Papist circumcised Turke If for their Church aduantage it may worke One swallowes all the other all saue Porke Sweet Gaine The smell of gaine smels pleasantly indeed Although from stinking parcels it proceed Hunger breakes stone walls Of Gold the holy hunger who can tell To what will it not mortall minds compell Addition Gold maketh bad men to doe what good is Too often it makes good men doe amisse Complaints out of Spanish The old man weepes for want of loue being grieu'd His young wife weepes 'cause he so long hath liu'd Addition Sad reuerence he saith should affection moue Sir reuerence she sayes hath out-liu'd his loue Virgils Cloze Come on my Boyes stop-vp the water-groofe The thirstie Meddowes now haue drunk enough FINIS A rayling Epistle written in French by that excellently witty Doctor Francis Rabalais Wherein though I follow him not verbatim yet whoso can compare them shall find I haue done him no wrong THou toothlesse wither'd Hagge defam'd accurst Empty of Gods grace by the Deuill nurst Thou that didd'st neuer deed of Charitie But art the patterne of all villanie Thou in whose hairelesse braines ill thoughts do throng And tak'st chiefe ioy to heare a bawdie song Thou that didd'st neuer drinke water with wine Senting each bed with lust where thou hast line Thou that doost weep at eu'ry draught thou drink'st But hast dry eyes when on thy sinnes thou think'st Thou that ador'st no bed but Priapus Thou that didst ne'r but for inticement blush Thou that hast piss'd away thy vnknowne shame Thou that hast entertain'd each one that came Thou martyrer of men 't is not the pose That causeth thee to speake thus through the nose Thou that art slow to Churchward as the louse But quick as lightning to a bawdy-house Thou with whose age hot lust doth not declyne Thou more insatiate then tyr'd Messaline Thou stinking with'red stale thou past a whore Thou lust procurer keeper of the doore Thou that dost tempt faire Maydens to their shame And for gaines sake rob'st wiues of their faire name Thou damn'd damn'd Bawd that do'st procure thy meales By tempting wenches to turne vp their Thou that did'st neuer take delight to worke Thou in whose bosome snarling quarrels lurke Thou that in angrie mood dost neuer stay Worse then Megera or Tesiphonee Vntill thine anger be with blood appeas'd Like a Shee-wolfe that her mild prey hath seaz'd Lyons and Beares and Griffins gentle bee And free from rage being compar'd with thee In thee mercy is pent but rage hath scope Thou fitter for the fire then for the rope Thou witch that dost delight foule Toads to foster And alway say'st the Diuels Pater Noster Thou that excell'st Medea in vile charmes Thou that kill'st children in their Mothers armes Thou that from Heau'n canst call the crooked Moone And make the Sunne darke at the brightest noone For these good parts a secret marke vnknowne Satan hath mark't thee with to be his owne And he to thinke on thee for ioy doth swell Hoping ere long to fry thy bones in Hell Thou soone wilt kill his ioy with future sorrow When he shall know the Pox hath eate thy marrow Thou whore thou witch thou bawd crusted in euill Thou that mayst be Schoolemistres to the Deuill Thou that with stinking breath speak'st ill of many Wert neuer heard speake good words of any And though thy toothlesse gummes can doe no wrong Those slanders bite that flow from thy lewd tongue Thou Hag from whose blaspheming wide mouth goes Worse then ranke poyson to a fasting nose Thy dugs by thine owne bastard brats defil'd Are yet thought fit to nurse the Deuils child Thy head hangs downe through thy sinnes weightines Thy body doubles with thy wickednes Thou Treuet hadst thou but one mite of grace Thou wouldst forethinke thy miserable case What hope hast thou continuing as thou do'st To scape hell fire Hope not to Hell thou must Thy soule as wise I doe repute her for it Although her purenesse