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Dia Poemata

Poetick Feet Standing Upon Holy Ground: Or, Verses on certain Texts of Scripture. With Epigrams, &c. By E. E. [i.e. Edmund Elys]
Elys, Edmund (ca. 1634-ca. 1707)
 
[epigraph]
 
[dedication]

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To my FRIEND, Mr. E. E. on his Divine Poems.
 
On the sacred Poems of my Ingenious Friend, Mr. E. E.
 
To his honest Cousin, E. E. on his Dia Poemata; or, his setting Feet on Holy ground.
 
To my Friend, the Author.
 
To his Honour'd Friend M. E. E. on his Incomparable Poems.
 
To Mr. E. E. on his DIA POEMATA.
 
To Mr. E. E. on his Book, &c.
 
To the Author.
 
To the Laurell worthy Mr. E. E. on his Excellent Poems.
 
To the Author.
 
To his most Deserving Friend, Mr. E. E. on his DIAPOEMATA.
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In Dia Poemata; Or, Poetick Feet standing upon Holy Ground.
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EPIGRAMS, &c. By E. E.
 
ENCOMIAST: To J. C.
 
On a dull Poet, but good Logitian.
 
On a Little Gentleman of Great Parts.
 
To a false-hearted Poet.
 
On a Gentlewoman of a Brown Complexion, but Handsome Features.
 
On a Gentleman who Died with Lord in his Mouth.
 
On the Death of Leander.
 
To one that gets his Living by writing Satyres.
 
Nec Fonte labra prolui Caballino.
 
------ Vino pellite Curas.
 
Of Vulgar Criticks.
 
To the Eye Adulterer.
 
On a Gentlewoman that would be married to none but a Rich man.
 
To the Author.
 
To the same.
 
To an Epigrammatist, that inveighs against Women.
 
On the perfect Conclusion of a fierce War.
 
To a Vertuous Gentlewoman, weeping for the Death of her Eldest Brother, my Bosom-Friend.
 
To the same.
 
On the Tempestuous season of Wind and Rain, 1654.
 
Strong Drink.
 
Charity.
 
[His Soul's so Dark all o're, He cannot see]
 
An unquiet bad Conscience.
 
Temptation.
 
Pride.
 
To a Lascivious Poet.
 
On Poetry.
 
Of Partiality.
 
The World's Fine Gentleman.
 
To Unlearned Criticks.
 
To an Hireling Poet.
 
To his Displeased Pater in Phœbo, Mr. F. M.
 
On a NEWES-MONGER.
 
To an Honourable Lady Rarely Accomplisht with Wit, and Beauty.
 
On the fifth of November.
 
To an Handsome Gentlewoman on this part of her Anagram: Each Beauty Shoots.
 
To the same.
 
Swearing and Cursing.
 
Melancholy.
 
To Mr. F. M.
 
To One marrying for Love, not Money.
 
Thanks To a Vertuous Gentlewoman, who gave him a Dish of Sweet Meats.
 
To his Honour'd Friend, W. W. Esq.
 
To Mrs. M. S. in her Child-bed Dresse.
 
To the same, newly Married, on her Anagram: SO! YOU'RE MATCHT.
 
Mars Togatus: Or, Fighting in the Schooles.
 
Hac Ignis: Sive Lues Venerea.
 
Another.
 
Lust.
 
To the Reader.
 
To Mr. E. F. The only Son of Sir E. F. Knight.
 
Plaine Verse.
 
To Mrs A. S. on the Death of her Two first Children.
 
Allusion.
 
To that Pretty Piece of Perfection Mrs L. C.
 
To Mrs. K. G. having been lately sick of the Small Pox.
 
A Love sick Gentleman to a Fair Lady scorning him.
 
To a Phantastick Vagabond, Professor of Satyricall Pet Poetrie.
 
Fame.
 
To his Book.

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To a Phantastick Vagabond, Professor of Satyricall Pet Poetrie.

VVild Colt of PEGASUS! what would'st thou doe?
Are th' Muses Priests Itinerary too?
Thou art no Poet, man, thy false High strain
Is but the Bubbling of a Froathy Brain.
No Masculine Strength lies in a Drunken Line:
A Tavern Flash is but a Spark o th' Wine.
A mounting Vapor, a Phantastick Fit.
The Off scouring, the Excrement of wit.
Thy best Jests are but Old: for all thy Brags,
Thou'rt but a Swaggerer in Scarlet Rags.
Thy Magpie Muse delights to Scold, not Sing:
Thy Crawling Fancy has a Vermines Sting.
Thy Aged Whimsies, like old Wizards, lowre;
And thy Stale Wit (even like Stale Beer) growes sowre:
Judicious men Disgust it; they disdaine
Th' Unsav'ry Outlets of thy Addle Brain:
Our haughty Muse scornes such poor Prey:
The Carrion Stinks: she flurts away.
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