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Quodlibets, lately come over from New Britaniola, Old Newfoundland. Epigrams and other small parcels both Morall and Divine

The first foure Bookes being the Authors owne: the rest translated out of that Excellent Epigrammist, Mr Iohn Owen, and other rare Authors: With two Epistles of that excellently wittie Doctor, Francis Rablais: Translated out his French at large. All of them Composed and done at Harbor-Grace in Britaniola, anciently called Newfound-Land. By R. H. [by Robert Hayman]
Hayman, Robert
  
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My humble Muse, desires likewise to kisse your sacred hands.
  
To my deare Friend and Fellow-Planter, Master Robert Hayman, who with Pen and Person prepares more roome for Christians in the Newfound-World.
  
To the Facetious Epigrammatist, my louing Kinsman, Mr. Robert Hayman, who composed these quaint Quodlibets at Harbor-grace, in Newfound-Land.
  
To the Louers of the Muses, vpon these Quodlibets.
  
An Acrostick-Sonnet. To his learned and welbeloued friend, Mr.
  
Harm I bare not.
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THE FIRST BOOKE OF QVODLIBETS, DONE AND COMPOSED BY THE AVTHOR himselfe.
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[THE SECOND BOOKE.]
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THE THIRD BOOKE OF QVODLIBETS.
  
Iustice Epigram.
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2. To my delicate Readers.
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1. To my zealous, and honest friend, Master W. B. of Bristoll.
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4. Gods Loue: The Deuils Malice.
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5. God rewards thankefull men.
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6. To a dissembling, sober, slye Protestor.
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7. Dissemblers coozen themselues.
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8. On a wide-mouthed prating companion.
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9. Latin Prayers by number.
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10. To the Bishop of Rome.
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11. A wife more deare then sweet. To a complementing kinde Husband.
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12. Plaisters for a Gald-heart.
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13. A husbands desire to his Wife.
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14. To a weeping Widdow.
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15. Ill-fauoured Huswifery. To one shrewdly married.
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16. To all Chollericke People.
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17. To those who I feare will find fault with this Comparison.
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18. Reasons for the taking of Tobacco.
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19. The fiue Properties of good Tobacco.
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20. A Citty Sheriffe.
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21. Si Sennior: Spaniard. Signore Si: Italian.
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22. Why Astrea left the Earth.
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23. On a Priuate, Rich, close-liuing Churle, alluding to him in Terence, who of himselfe sayes, Populus me sibulat, &c.
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24. To the same fellow.
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25. To the Pope.
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26. Papisticall cruelty.
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27. A Prayer hereupon, to the God of Iustice.
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28. To our wise Roman Diuines.
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29. Why the fiue-footed Iämbicke fits best in our English verse.
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30. To the Diuine soule of that excellent Epigrammatist, Master Iohn Owen.
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32. Why Preachers stand, and Auditors sit. To his louing Friend, Master Robert Burton.
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33. What Prosperity cannot perswade, Aduersity will enforce.
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34. To a Friend.
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35. Talking Beasts.
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36. The Gowte.
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37. [When I was of Lincolns Inne]
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38. An old Prouerb, though a strange one, truely exemplified.
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39. To a namelesse one.
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40. The first Arithmeticke.
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41. The seeming good workes of vnbeleeuers.
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42. Heauenly, and Earthly hearts.
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43. To a superstitious Papist, fearefull of Purgatory, who to his cost desires to haue a quick dispatch from that fearefull place.
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44. To rich Papists.
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45. An humble, contrite, and a double-deuided heart.
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46. A short Dialogue betwixt two ancient Philosophers, laughing Democritus, and weeping Heraclitus.
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47. Counsell to my young Cousens, Iohn and William Barker, Abel and Mathew Rogers, Sonnes to my Brother Barker, and his now wife.
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48. To one, who on his Gossips pratlings in a dangerous disease, thinks and hopes so much of his Recouery, that hee neglects the consideration of his Mortality.
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49. To my Reuerend sicke friend, W. G. of Bristoll.
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50. Papisticall Miracles.
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51. An Aduertisement to all Tradesmen, and may serue for Souldiers, or any others subiect to Casualtie.
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52. To a Card-Cheater.
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53. To one that hath lost both his eares.
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54. Whome Discretion doth not, Correction will keepe vnder.
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55. A meditation of too much and too little Winde at Sea, wracking Stormes, and staruing Calmes.
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56 Fearefull Hell-Fire.
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57. To Sir Senix Fornicator.
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58. Some standers by see more Some standers by leese more then Gamsters.
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59. To nobly descended Recusants.
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60. Traditions and Gods Word. To Papists.
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61. To one that askt me why I doe write so briefely.
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62. To my kinde louing bedfellow, Mr. Edward Payne, on the Gift of a Ring, wherein there was a Poesie of Patience.
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63. Wise mens ill successe, and Fooles Fortune. A Paradox.
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64. To the Pope.
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65. One of the Popes titles is, Seruant of Seruants.
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66. All things are vendible at Rome.
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67. To fault-finding more faulty Zoilus.
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68. To a hard-fauour'd rich Widdow, who, because she hath many Suitors, thinkes well of her selfe.
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69. Why Physicians thriue not in Bristoll.
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70. To my Readers. An Arsee-versee Request, to my Friend Iohn Owen.
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71. Health and Wealth.
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72. To Inuocators of Saints.
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73. To those Papists, who shew their ignorant Deuotion in their Aue Maries.
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74. To one of the Elders of the sanctified Parlor of Amsterdam.
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75. Great mens entertainement.
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77. To a Bad-minded, Cholericke, vngratefull man.
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78. To Master Fabian Sanford, Master of our Shippe and voyage in Newfound-Land, and may serue for all Masters trading there.
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79. Goodnes and Greatnes. To my good and louing Cousin, Mistris Thomasin Spicer, wife to Doctor Richard Spicer, Physicion.
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80. Mary Magdalens Teares. To my pretty Neece, Marie Barker.
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81. To my Neece and God-daughter, Grace Barker.
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82. To a namelesse, wise, modest, faire Gentlewoman, my louing and kind Friend, whom reciprocally I loue as hartily.
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83. To our most Royall Queene Mary, Wife, Daughter, and Sister to three Famous Kings.
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84. To the same most Royall Queene.
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85. A Newfound-land Poeticall Picture, of the admirable exactly featur'd young Gentlewoman, Mistris Anne Lowe, eldest Daughter to Sir Gabriel Lowe, Knight, my delicate Mistris.
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86. The Pourtraite.
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87. To the faire and vertuous Gentlewoman, Mistris Mary Winter, the younger, worthy of all loue.
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88. To the same beauteous modest Virgin, an Ænigma.
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88. To a faire modest Creature, who deserues a worthy name, though she desires here to be namelesse.
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90. To my outwardly faire, and inwardly vertuous kind friend, Mistris Marie Rogers, widdow, since marryed to Master Iohn Barker of Bristoll, Merchant, my kind and louing Brother in Law.
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91. To the faire, vertuous, wittie widdow, Mistris Sara Smeyths.
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92. To my kind and worthy Friend, Mistris E. B. wife to Captaine H. B. By my Captaines leaue.
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93. To my perpetuall Ualentine, worthy Mistris Mary Tayler, wife to Master Iohn Tayler Merchant of Bristoll.
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94. To my best Cousin, Mistris Elizabeth Flea, wife to Master Thomas Flea, of Exeter Merchant.
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95. To the faire modest Mayd, pretty Mrs. Martha Morris, and of her hansome sister, Mistris Marie Philips, both of Bristoll.
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96. Another to the same, being since married.
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97. To the pretty, pert, forward greene, Mistris L. B.
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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.
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99. To a debausht University. A Complaint against Drunkennesse.
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100. A short Iigge after this long Lachrymæ Pauin.
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101. To the Reuerend, Learned, Sober, and wise Gouernours in this Famous Uniuersity.
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102. That euery one may take his. To my worthy Readers.
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103. To my vnworthy Reader.
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THE FOVRTH BOOKE OF QVODLIBETS. An vnfinisht Booke.
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CERTAINE EPIGRAMS OVT OF THE FIRST FOVRE BOOKES OF THE Excellent Epigrammatist, Master Iohn Ovven:
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SEVERALL SENTENTIOVS EPIGRAMS, AND WITTY SAYINGS OVT of sundry Authors both Ancient and Moderne:
  
A rayling Epistle, written in French by that excellently witty Doctor, Francis Rabalais:
  
120 Another Epistle of the same witty Author, Francis Rabelais, in praise of a graue Matrone; translated as the former.

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94. To my very good Friend, Mr. Iohn Poyntz, Esquire, one of the Planters of Newfound-Land in Doctor Vaughans Plantation.

'Tis said, wise Socrates look't like an Asse;
Yet he with wondrous sapience filled was;
So though our Newfound-Land look wild, saluage,
She hath much wealth penn'd in her rustie Cage.
So haue I seene a leane-cheekes, bare, and ragged,
Who of his priuate thousands could haue bragged.
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Indeed she now lookes rude, vntowardly;
She must be decked with neat husbandry.
So haue I seene a plaine swarth, sluttish Ione,
Looke pretty pert, and neat with good cloathes on.
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