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Festum Uoluptatis, Or the Banquet of Pleasure

Fvrnished with Mvch Variety of Speculations, Wittie, Pleasant, and Delightfull. Containing divers choyce Love-Posies, Songs, Sonnets, Odes, Madrigals, Satyrs, Epigrams, Epitaphs and Elegies. For varietie and pleasure the like never before published. By S. P. [i.e. Samuel Pick]

Pick, Samuel

[epigraph]

To his worthy esteemed good Friend Mr. Iohn Wadland (sonne of Mr. George Wadland of Leicester)

To his singular good Friend Mr. Thomas Mousley.

To his affectionate good Friend, Master William Sykes.

To his loving Friend, Mr. Bartholomew Wollocke.

To his kinde Friend, Master George Brooke.

To his loving Friend, Master Timothy Langley.

To his deare Mistris, H. P.

Loves Hyperboles.

His Mistris Eyes serve Cupid both for Darts and Fire.

To his Mistris, who had vowed Virginity.

That he cannot leave to love, though commanded.

Vpon his Mistris hiding her face.

Vpon begging a Kisse.

To Cupid.

To his heart being in thraldome.

Vpon his Mistresse Beauty and voyce.

Vpon Visiting his Mistresse by Moone light.

Vpon a scoffing laughter given by a Gentlewoman.

An invective against Women.

SONET.

Sonnet on his Mistresse.

A Madrigall.

Sonet Antiphrasticall, to loves fire

SONET.

A Pastorall of Phillis and Coridon.

AN ODE.

1. Satyre.

2. Satyre of the insatiate woman.

3. Satyre, of gracelesse Grace.

[Epigrams]

To the Reader.

Vpon two Ladyes in strife for the wall.

To Quindeno the Lawyer.

To Ciclus his tryall of all Trades.

To excelling Panpædes.

Of Severus reading my Booke.

O stendit hædera vinum.

Vpon two Ladyes.

Vpon Vertue Mistresse Milla's Maid.

Vpon Boone.

Se fingit Adultera castam.

Degeneres animos arguit.

Rubins glory is soone vanished.

To Emson.

Quæ placuit Domino nupta est Ancilla sodali.

Quid queat esse diu?

Satis est ditescera fama.

Timidos fortuna repellit.

Vpon Crab.

Sequitur post gaudia luctus.

Of Cajus, his amissing a blot that lost his game.

Merchants wives conjuring.

Friscus secret jesting with a too earnest Lady.

Julias Bookishnesse.

Against perfumed persons.

Against Doctour Tangus his swelling Physicke.

Covetous Patrons.

Lucillas white going.

Of no fish call a Salmon.

Stophus marryed a faire foole.

Womens Maskes.

Beares bated loose is the worst of loose sports, and why.

Crooke-backs payement.

Barbars care.

Case is altered.

Of Stupid Binus.

The Prodigall and the Miser all one.

Of Flavias lookes after her fall.

Against Gella and her Consumption.

Of false praise.

In medio consistit virtus.

Against Ladyes fantasticall attire.

Malsters ill measure.

Vpon Divine Roscios.

Drunken promises.

The worlds in a Band.

The Woman Cuckold.

A Cuckold.

Rest in motion.

Dols a drab, and yet no Curtezan.

On traversing the errour of an action.

Of womens Metamorphosis, according to the time and place.

Against promise breaking.

No good wives in London.

Fast and loose.

A Man in Print.

Against the bare brests of young women.

Laugh and lye downe.

Master Glaius and bright Mistresse Grace, alight one that lightned a worke of darknesse.

Turpe senilis amor.

Natura paucis contenta

Frustra timet quisperat nihil.

Impar impares odit.

The civill Devill.

The honest Lawyer.

A Cassiered Courtier.

Anagramma.

Vpon Tarbon a Countrey Gentleman.

On Luces maintainance.

In Cornutum

On Age.

Vpon Church a whore hunter.

Vpon faire Mistresse Eliz. Ambar

Vpon a Colliar.

Vpon a young Gentlewoman.

Vpon a great Vsurer.

On a young Gentlewoman.

Of one that loved Sack as his soule.

Of a curst wife.

One that dyed with griefe a few dayes after her husband.

A double fellow ill composed.

Vpon faire Elizabeth Butter.

Vpon John Death a good fellow.

On a selfe conceited foole.

One that cheated his father.

On an Vsurer.

An Elegie by the Author, upon the death of his deare father, Master Edward Picke.

An Elegie upon the death of his deare friend Mistresse Priscilla Wadl.

Vpon the death of Mistresse Sarah Wadl.

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To his loving Friend, Mr. Bartholomew Wollocke.

No sooner doe I thinke on thee, but streight
My Muse growes frolique, and as if kind fate,
Had to thy Name, annext a power t'infuse
Life in the deadest, dullest, slowest Muse,
She then begins to revell it, and soare
A higher pitch then ere she flew before;
At least my thoughts suggest so, for I'm sure,
I finde my spirits nimbler, and more pure:
My Verse flowes ranker, and if this
May argue truth in ought, then so it is.