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Clarastella

Together with Poems occasional, Elegies, Epigrams, Satyrs. By Robert Heath

Heath, Robert (fl. 1636-1659)

Occasional POEMS

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1.

The first Book.

To the Reader of my Epigrams and Satyrs.

To a lacivious Blackamoore Woman.

On Lieutenant Catch.

To one that after ten years studie, brought forth a lamentable work.

To the Printer.

On Galla her going to a Nunnerie.

On Cleombrotus.

To a Travellour.

On the Ladie Seem-pol.

On Sir Gervas Loftie.

Epitaph on a Poor Alchymist.

Why men are so unlike.

To Madam Moyle on her Picture.

Epitaph on a very fat man.

On the English Mounsieur.

On Nab and Plodwel.

On Priske and Galla.

To a fat Usurer.

On Mopsa a Chambermaide.

To fat Apicius.

On a deaf man and his blind wife.

Why Justice is painted blind.

Of Love Sonnets.

To Sir Gregorie Nonsense.

To spend-fast a Gamster.

To the Ingenious Reader.

On a fruitful Merchants wife.

To a painted Whore.

To Jeffry the Kings dwarfe.

On Mounsieur Finedress.

On Lurch the match-contriver.

To his dear friend H. N.

To Gripe and Holdclose.

Of Loving Husbands.

On the strange Death of Eschylus a Poet.

On an Inveighing Poetaster.

The Dedication to Momus.

On Braggadochio Cit.

On Childish love.

On Mr Spendall.

On Lawyer Say-much.

To Medicus on Tucca.

To Vetus an old Antiquary.

On the Drunkards lavishness.

On Poetizing Momus.

To a Tobaccoseller.

To the Physicians.

To Lupa.

Epitaph on Bibulus.

On Nano being angry.

To one that asked me why I would write an English Epigram after B. Johnson.

Certain modest deprecations against my malevolent Detractour.

2.

Epigrams. Lib. 2.

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To Lupa.

You are a medler Lupa, rotten too,
That's 'cause you are an open-arse you know.