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A nursery of novelties in Variety of Poetry

Planted for the delightful leisures of Nobility and Ingenuity. Composed by Tho. Jordan
  
  

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Acrostichs, Annagrams, Epigrams, Elegies, AND Epitaphs.
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Acrostichs, Annagrams, Epigrams, Elegies, AND Epitaphs.


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Acrostichs.

An Acrostich on Mrs. Hester Noy.

How much I am obliged to your worth,
Each faculty I have cannot set forth;
Sure I shall dye in debt, unless you please
To binde me more by granting a Release:
Excellent Lady, may the Powers above
Reward you with those joyes which Angels love.
Nothing that hath affinity with ill
Oppose your understanding or your will,
Your Vertues, which so copiously extend,
Eternity can onely comprehend.

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An Epithalamium in a double Acrostick, written on the noble Names and sacred Nuptials of the worthily honoured Ewdward Marrow Esquire, and the most truly vertuous Mrs. Anne Grantham.

Eminent Pair! what ever Sidney saw
in Argalus and his PARTHENIA
Doth figure out your Excellence; how then
shall I depict ye with so poor a Penn
What powers shall I implore? Apollo's gon,
for whom my Muse lies drench'd in Helicon
Arts are malignant, Poems out of date,
the Lay-man calls Learning a Reprobate
Reason is banish'd, and whate're did spring
from those fair banks where peace was flourishing
Divinest pair, whose bright perfections are
more luminary then the morning Starr
May all the pleasures Phœbus ever saw
in Europe, Asia, or AMERICA
Attend your genial joyes; what Nature can
contribute to the excellence of man
Redouble your felicity; may night
and day contend which shall yield most delight
Riches and honour, vertue (the best wealth)
beauty, with all the circumstance of health
Obey your wish: and he that will not pray
as I have done, is Love's Anathema
Warre never fright ye, wheresoe're you come
may bright Apollo's harp drown Mars his drum

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ANNAGRAMS.

CHARLES STUART: Annagram, AS CLEER AS TRUTH.

Exposition.

Charles Stuart makes it out in age and youth,
His Name and Nature are as Cleer As Truth.

CHARLES STUART: Annagr. CALS TRU HEARTS.

Expo.

What man who either doth love Arms or Arts,
That goes not when Charles Stuart, calls true hearts.

PARLIAMENT: Annagr. I TRAP AL MEN.

Expo.

When the Long Parliament was sitting, then
This Annagram was right, I Trap Al Men.

OLIVER CROMWELL: Annagr. RULE WELL OR I COM.

Expo.

Rule Well Or I Com cry'd the red nos'd Jew,
'Tis just (since you trap all men) I trap you.

ROUND-HEADS: Annagr. HEAVENS ROD.

Expo.

When Cavaliers by sin offended God,
The bloody Round-heads were made Heaven's Rod.

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TEACHERS: Annagram. CHEATERS. SAINTS: An. STAINS.

Ex.

When Heresie creeps into factious Brains,
Teachers are Cheaters, and such Saints are Stains.

MINISTER: An. MENTIRIS.

Ex.

When Presbyter inflam'd with a false fire is,
A man may tell him, Minister, Mentiris.

LOSTE: An. STOLE.

Ex.

This Annagram mysterious sense may boast,
For what is Stole is found in what was Loste.

TOAST: An. A SOTT.

Ex.

A Toast is like A Sott, or what is most,
Comparative, A Sott is like a Toast;
For when their substances in liquor sink,
Both properly are said to be in Drink.
End of the Annagrams.

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Epigrams.

1. Epigram.

[A Knight and's Man, both being at an Inn]

A Knight and's Man, both being at an Inn,
The Knight having well eaten, did begin
To say to's Servant, John I have supt well,
Have our horse done so too? I cannot tell,
Replied the Man, for ought I know they may,
I'm sure I saw the Oastler take away.

2. Epigr.

[One said Pauls Church lookt with the Steeple on it]

One said Pauls Church lookt with the Steeple on it,
Just like a Trunk with a hat-case upon it;
No, quoth another, 'tis not like't at all,
Ile tell you what 'tis like, 'tis like to fall.

3. Epigr.

[Sim seeing Harry have a broken head]

Sim seeing Harry have a broken head,
Askt against what he broke it; Harry said,
Against a thing that often doth me ill,
To tell you true, I broke't against my will.

4. Epigr.

[Three Scholars having barely din'd, and growing]

Three Scholars having barely din'd, and growing
A little wanton after it; were throwing
Their bones at one another, a fourth Man,
Who had with plenty dined himself, began
To tell them that their sport was very dull,
Which did declare their bellies were not full,
And in a word his meaning thus exprest,
If they were full, your bones would be at rest.

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5. Epigram.

[A Knave and Whore of modesty bereft]

A Knave and Whore of modesty bereft,
Being at that Sport which will ne're be left,
Against a Gate, in a place very wide,
Was question'd of a friend, by whom they were 'spi'd,
Why he would deal with such a dirty Slut
In a wide field, against a Gate too? but
The other made reply, pray do not prate,
The Slut is good enough to prop-a-gate.

6. Epigr.

[A Serjeant sitting at the Compter-gate]

A Serjeant sitting at the Compter-gate,
Fell fast asleep, which made another strait
Grow something witty, and to break a jeast,
This fellow, sayes he, sure hath none to arrest;
And, in meer spightfulness, this envious Elf
(The Serjeant) is Arresting of himself.

7. Epigr. On Mr. Garrat, and Mr. Chambers.

Garrat and his Friend Chambers, having done
Their City business, went to Padington,
And coming near that fatal place where men
(I mean Offenders) ne're return agen;
Looking on Tyburn in a merriment,
Quoth Chambers, here's a pretty Tenement,
Had it a Garrat: Garrat hearing that,
Reply'd, Friend Chambers, I do wonder at
Your simple censure, you prate like a Parrat,
There must be Chambers e're there be a Garrat.

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8. Epigram. On a Lady whose name was Mrs. Brown.

We praise the fair, and our Inventions wrack,
In pleasing Sonnets to applaud the Black;
We court this Ladies Eye, that Mistress Hair,
The fair love black, the black affect the fair;
Yet neither sort I court, I doat upon
Nor fair nor black, but a complexion
More rare then either, she that is the Crown
Of my intire affection is Brown.
And yet she's fair, 'tis strange, how can it be,
That two Complexions can in one agree;
Do I love Brown, my Love can please my eye,
And sate my narrowest Curiosity:
If I like fair, she hath so sweet a grace,
A man might leave an Angel for her face.
Let any judge then which Complexion's rarest,
In my opinion she is Brown that's fairest.

9. Epigram. On a little Gentleman, and Mr. Story a tall man.

This little Blade (by th' other mans vain glory
It seems was roughly us'd, (so sayes the Story)
But being strongly heated, and high flown,
In rage he flies on Story, pulls him down:
But when they ris, I know not how it fated,
One got the worst, the Story was translated

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From white to red, but e're the fight was ended,
It seems one, whom the little man befriended,
Came in and parted them; the little Blade
There's no man could intreat, nor yet perswade,
But he would fight still, till another came,
And with perswasions counsell'd 'gainst the same,
'Twas in this manner, Friend, you shall not fight
With one that's so unequal to your height.
Story is tall; the other made reply,
I'de pluck him down, were he three Stories high.

10. Epigram. On May-poles.

Hypocrites are like those May-poles they mock,
Rootless and fruitless, with a Weathercock.

11. Epigram. On a red nosed Parson.

A jolly Parson of a comely grace,
Who partly carried his hot zeal in's face,
Being at's Inn, and sitting by the fire,
A pipe of good Tobacco doth require;
The boy straight brings it him, and to his hand
Commits it with a kindled fire-brand;
But as he was at lighting on't, some small
Sparks from the coal upon his hand did fall:
The witty boy perceiving these mishaps,
Cryes, Mr. Parson, hold Sir, your nose drops.

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12. Epigram.

[There was a time a difference began]

There was a time a difference began
Betwixt a Welchman and an English man,
Each praising of his Countrey, did express
How much they did abound in fruitfulness;
The Englishman did tell the Welchman, that
There was a piece of ground he had been at,
In Yorkshire, which so fruitful was of grass,
That when a staff was thrown into't, it was
In one nights time so overgrown, they could
Not see't next day: The Welchman cryes out, hold,
That was not worth the praising, In our Land,
Quoth Taffie, I would have you understand,
We have such grass, that turn your horse i'th' ground,
And before morning come, he sha'nt be found.
End of the Epigrams.

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Elegies and Epitaphs of two sorts, woful and witty.

An Elegy and Epitaph composed acrostichally on two names occasioned by the Death of Mrs. Mary Kettle, Wife to Mr. Humphrey Kettle of Hollow-way beyond Islington; she dyed in Childe-bed.

Hang all the Rooms with Black, let none appear
Unless he can dissolve into a tear,
Modesty, Loyalty, and Love are all
Put in this Coffin, 'tis their Funeral
Heaven hath took more good then 'twill (I fear)
Return the world again these hundred year:
Every Grace that makes a happy life
You might have found in this dead vertuous Wife,
Knowledge and true Humility were met
Exactly in this curious Cabinet;
Truth was her guide, for she (wee'l boldly say)
Travell'd from Hollow-way the Holy way:
Let all therefore that wish their own souls safe
Endeavour to deserve her Epitaph.

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The Epitaph on her Name.

Mourn good Reader, here lies one
As chaste in life as this cold stone;
Religion, Grace, and so much good
Yet ne're dwelt in flesh and blood.
Kinde as Saints, no sweeter Bride
Ever blest a Husband's side,
That in Childe-bed sheet was driven
To be truly Church't in Heaven,
Led by Angels, where the King
Eternal Crowns the Gossipping.

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An Epitaph on a Childe.

Ladies that are young and wise
Shall I tell you of a prize,
Here a box of beauty lies.
A Jewel hid from vulgar view,
Whose excellency if you knew,
Your eyes would drop like morning dew.
Dame Nature's Diamond which when
She saw it was too high for men,
Shew'd it, and shut it up agen.

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An Epitaph supposed to be written by a Gentleman on himself, who dyed of a Disease, called by the name of a Bad Wife.

Nay tread and spare not Passenger,
My sence is now past feeling,
Who to my grave a wound did bear
Within, past Physicks healing.
But do not (if thou be to wed)
To read my story tarry,
Lest thou creep into my cold bed
rather then live to marry.
For a long strife with a leud wife
Worst of all ill beside,
Made me grow weary of my life,
So I fell sick and dyed.
An end of the Elegies and Epitaphs.