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Clarastella

Together with Poems occasional, Elegies, Epigrams, Satyrs. By Robert Heath
Heath, Robert (fl. 1636-1659)

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Occasional POEMS
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ELEGIES.
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EPIGRAMS.
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The first Book.
  
To the Reader of my Epigrams and Satyrs.
  
To a lacivious Blackamoore Woman.
  
To Cosmus.
  
On Lieutenant Catch.
  
To one that after ten years studie, brought forth a lamentable work.
  
On rich Lock.
  
To the Printer.
  
On Galla her going to a Nunnerie.
  
On Marcus.
  
To Sullen.
  
On Cleombrotus.
  
To a Travellour.
  
On the Ladie Seem-pol.
  
On Sir Gervas Loftie.
  
To the Reader.
  
Epitaph on a Poor Alchymist.
  
Why men are so unlike.
  
To Madam Moyle on her Picture.
  
Epitaph on a very fat man.
  
To Clois.
  
On the English Mounsieur.
  
On Philautus.
  
On Nab and Plodwel.
  
To Lupa.
  
On Priske and Galla.
  
To a fat Usurer.
  
On Wylde.
  
On Smart.
  
On Brisk.
  
On Mopsa a Chambermaide.
  
To fat Apicius.
  
On a deaf man and his blind wife.
  
On Lena.
  
Why Justice is painted blind.
  
Of Love Sonnets.
  
To Sir Gregorie Nonsense.
  
To spend-fast a Gamster.
  
To the Ingenious Reader.
  
On Sullen.
  
To Pistor.
  
On a fruitful Merchants wife.
  
To a painted Whore.
  
To Brisk.
  
To Jeffry the Kings dwarfe.
  
To Overwise.
  
On Mounsieur Finedress.
  
On Philautus.
  
To Gripe.
  
On Lurch the match-contriver.
  
To the Reader.
  
On Proud.
  
To his dear friend H. N.
  
To Gripe and Holdclose.
  
To Gallus.
  
On Bib.
  
Of Loving Husbands.
  
On Luscus.
  
On Stut.
  
On the strange Death of Eschylus a Poet.
  
On Cob.
  
On Cleopatra.
  
On an Inveighing Poetaster.
  
The Dedication to Momus.
  
On Dul.
  
On Accismus.
  
On Tucca.
  
To Rash.
  
To Crispinus.
  
On Howdee.
  
To Brave.
  
On Venterwit.
  
On Braggadochio Cit.
  
On Wylde.
  
On Childish love.
  
On Mr Spendall.
  
On Lawyer Say-much.
  
To Medicus on Tucca.
  
To Vetus an old Antiquary.
  
On Fine.
  
On the Drunkards lavishness.
  
On Poetizing Momus.
  
On Linus.
  
On Gallus.
  
On Histrio.
  
To a Tobaccoseller.
  
To the Reader.
  
To Bankes.
  
To the Physicians.
  
To Lupa.
  
Epitaph on Bibulus.
  
On Histrio.
  
To Gut.
  
To Simple.
  
To Brisk.
  
On Nano being angry.
  
To my Reader.
  
To one that asked me why I would write an English Epigram after B. Johnson.
  
On Galla.
  
To Nab.
  
Certain modest deprecations against my malevolent Detractour.
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Epigrams. Lib. 2.
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SATYRS.

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To Crispinus.

Crispinus 'cause you lately writ a play,
And then didst put't in print the other day,
You think your self to be a profest Poet,
And where you come, believe, that all men know it:
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By which smal work you now are grown so proud,
That now you dare amidst the Homers croud;
And 'cause you'have sipt a little, think you'are free
Oth' learned Arts, and of their companie:
Intrude not yet Crispinus! thou'rt not fit
For th'Muses quire, thine is but suburb wit.
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