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ΕΠΙΓΡΑΜΜΑΤΩΝ
Liber Primus.
Epigr. 1. de subiecto operis sui.
I speake of wants, of frauds, of policies,Of manners, and of vertues, and of times,
Of vnthrifts, and of frends, and enimies,
Poets, Physitions, Lawyers, and Diuines,
Of vsurers, buyers, borowers, ritch and poore,
Of theeues, of murtherers by sea and land,
Of pickthankes, lyers, flatterers lesse and more,
Of good and bad, and all that comes to hand,
I speake of hidden and of open things:
Of strange euents, of countries farre and wide,
Of warrs, of captaynes, Nobles, Princes, kings,
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This is my subiect reader I confesse,
From which I thinke seldome I doe digresse.
Epigr. 2.
When I was sweetly sotted with delight,Each trifeling cause could moue one to indite
A little praise would stirre me in such wise,
My thirst all Helycon could scarse suffice.
My pen was like a bowe which still is bent,
My head was like a barrell wanting vent.
Then had you toucht me, you had felt the smart,
What fury might, requiring helpe of art,
And then I thought my iudgements ayme so cleere
That I would hitt you right, or misse you neere,
But nowe left naked of prosperitie,
And subiect vnto bitter iniurie:
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Not neede her selfe can driue an Epigram,
Yet neede is mistresse of all exercise.
And she all thriuing arts did first deuise.
But should I thriue or prosper in that state,
Where she is my commandresse whome I hate?
For of a key-cold witt what would ye haue?
He which is once a wretch, is thrise a slaue.
Epigr. 3. Ad Lectorem.
Reader my booke flies low, and comes not neere,The higher world, and the celestiall spheare.
Yet not so low, but that it doth despise
The earthes round lumpe, and farre aboue it flies.
This is the middle labour of my pen,
To drawe thee forth (Reader) a mappe of men.
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Epigr. 4. De Microcosmo.
Man is a little world and beares the face,And picture of the Vniuersitie:
All but resembleth God, all but his glasse,
All but the picture of his maiestie.
Man is the little world (so we him call,)
The world the little God, God the great All.
Epigr. 5. Ad lectorem de subiecto operis sui.
The little worlde the subiect of my muse,Is an huge taske and labour infinite;
Like to a wildernesse or masse confuse,
Or to an endlesse gulfe, or to the night,
How many strange Meanders doe I finde?
How many paths do turne my straying pen?
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Which seeke to lim out this strange All of men?
Easie it were the earth to purtray out,
Or to draw forth the heauens purest frame,
Whose restlesse course, by order whirles about
Of change and place, and still remaines the same.
But how shall mens, or manners forme appeare,
Which while I write, do change frō that they were?
Epigr. 6. Ad Momum.
Momus , I treate of vices by the way,Of vices pure, abstract, and separate,
Of vniuersall, as the schoole men say,
Intentionall, meere, and specificate;
Which floate aboue all sense of vulgarnesse,
And keepe the topp of the prædicament;
Which like Chymæra haunt the wildernesse,
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You cannot Momus then be toucht by me,
Vnlesse you genus vniuersum, be.
Epigr. 7. Ad curiosum lectorem.
Me thinks some curious Reader, I heare say,What Epigrams in english? tis not fit.
My booke is plaine, and would haue if it may,
An english Reader but a latine witt.
Epigr. 8. Ad Do. Mountioy.
Great Lord, thine honour and thine excellence,Among the least hath worthy residence;
Of which I am, as meane, as low as any;
Yet a true heart and witnesse with the many.
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how high the lowe extoll thy worthy praise.
Here thou dost sit, these harts thy worth doth moue
These know thy vertues, daine to know their loue.
Epigr. 9. In Caium.
Caius will doe me good he sweares by all,That can be sworne, in swearing liberall:
He did me one good turne I wote well how,
I would he had not, for I rue it now.
And twise and thrise, he holpe me at my need,
He me in shew, but I holpe him in deede.
Had I more neede he would so succour me,
That for his helpe the more my need should be.
But Caius, haue ye such good turns in store?
O keepe them for your selfe, helpe me no more.
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Must say: Sir I haue need, now helpe your selfe.
Epigr. 10. De Cadauere in littus eiecto.
The naked corpse cast out vpon the shoare,Seemde in my thought thus wofully to plaine:
Sea, thou did'st drowne, and bury me before;
Why do thy waues then digge me out againe?
Thus we by earth and sea are inuired;
The earth castes forth her liue, the sea her dead.
Epigr. 11. de Philippo Sidneo.
VVhen nature wrought vpon her mould so well,That nature wondred her owne worke to see,
When arte so labourde nature to excell,
And both had spent their excellence in thee.
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Fearing they could not ende what they beganne.
Epigr. 12. De Publio.
Pvblius sweares he is nor false nor wicked,Free from great faults, and hath no other lett,
Saue this great fault he is in debt.
This is the greatest sinne he hath committed.
This is a great and hainous sinne indeede,
Which will commit him if he take not heede.
Epigr. 13.
Gallus would made me heire, but suddainly,He was preuented by vntimely death:
Scilla did make me heire: when by and by
His health returnes and he recouereth.
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And he that doth me good, hath it himselfe.
Epigr. 14. In Mathonem optatiuum.
Matho the wisher hath an ill entent,But for the fact I thinke him innocent,
If he see ought he wisheth it straight way.
Wishing the night, wishing he spendes the day.
Nor horse, nor man, nor wife, nor boy nor maide
Can scape his wish, nor ought that can be said.
Your house, your bed, your board, your plate, your dish,
All he deuours, tis all his with a wish.
He views whole fields & sheep on them which stray
Riuers, woods, hils, he wisheth all away.
Yea witt, and learning and good qualities,
He would not want, if wishing might suffice.
And this the disarde Matho nothing gaines,
By wishing oft, and yet he takes great paines.
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Epigr. 15. In Mirum medicum.
Phisition Mirus talkes of saliuation,Of Tophes and Pustules, and Febricitation;
Who doth ingurgitate, who tussicate,
And who an vlcer hath inueterate.
Thus while his Inkehorne termes he doth apply,
Euacuated is his ingenie.
Epigr. 16.
Some say that some which Colledges did found,Were wicked men; I grant it may be so:
But what are they which seeke to pull them downe?
Are not these wicked builders, let me know?
How do times differ? how are things discust?
For see their wicked, do excell our iust.
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Epigr. 17. de poëta Martiali.
Martiall, in sooth none should presume to write,Since time hath brought thy Epigrams to light:
For through our writing, thine so prais'de before
Haue this obteinde, to be commended more:
Yet to our selues although we winne no fame,
Wee please, which get our maister a good name.
Epigr. 18.
The poore man plaines vnto a Crocodile,And with true tears his cheeks he doth bedew,
Sir, I am wrong'd and spoild: alas the while,
I am vndone, good sir some pitie shewe:
Then weepes the Crocodile, but you may see,
his teeth preparde and hollow rauening iawe:
Then dry the poore mans teares, away goes he,
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He did me wrong which robde me as you see.
But he which stole my tears, stole more from me.
Epigr. 19. in Auaritiam.
Avarice hath an endlesse eye,Attende, and I will tell you why;
The minde the bodies good doth craue,
Which it desiring cannot haue:
The like resemblance may be made,
As if the bodie lou'd a shade.
Epigr. 20. in Cacum.
Cacus desired me to set him foorth.O how I burne saith he! O how I long,
And yet I cannot register his worth
And why? for Cacus neuer did me wrong.
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Epigr. 21. De Typographo.
The Printer when I askt a little summe,Huckt with me for my booke, & came not nere.
Ne could my reason or perswasion,
Moue him a whit; though al things now were deere,
Hath my conceipt no helpe to set it forth?
Are all things deere, and is wit nothing worth?
Epigr. 22. In Scillam.
Scilla had bin in France a weeke or two,When he returned home with victory;
Boasting of ten which he to death did do.
Nine in the fight, the tenth but cowardly.
For him he smote vntrussing of his hose,
Alas that soldier di'de a filthy death.
Yet he made vp the compleat summe of those,
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And by his Rapiar hilts (O bloody deed)
Embrau'de with golde, he sweares victoriously
And hundred at his next returne to speede.
Ten him no tens, an hundred more shall die,
But neuer he returnde, nor euer will,
Counting more glory now to saue then kill.
Epigr. 23. in Caluum.
Caluus hath hayre neither on head or brow.Yet he thanks God, that witt he hath enowe.
The witt may stand although the hayre doe fall
Tis true, but Caluus had no witt at all?
Epigr. 24.
Faustus is sicke of care, the doctors say,His cure and remedy must be delay.
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An hundred whole men are consum'd and deade.
After all this Faustus recouereth;
I see care is a tricke to cosin death.
Epigr. 25. in fucantem faciem suam.
He which put on a false vpon thy face,Hath done that ill, which was done well before,
Thus he hath put thy picture in thy place,
Making thee like thy selfe, thy selfe no more.
Depriude of liuing comlinesse and feature,
Fye on thee art, thou com'st to neere to nature.
Epigr. 26. de Adam primo homine.
VVhen Adam couered his first nakednes,With figge tree leaues, he did, he knew not what,
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God ordaind skins gainst his skins wretchednesse.
But gainst diseases and our inward neede,
To piece our life which slitting still doth passe.
What leafe do we not vse, what herbe, what grasse,
Their secret vertues standing vs in steede?
Thus in our garmentes these we cast away:
And yet our life doth weare them euery day.
Epigr. 27. In Cophum.
Cophus on Antimonium doth plodd,Beleeue me Cophus but you are too bolde,
To search into the secret depth of God:
After Potatoes of resolued golde
The Paracelsians taught you this to doe;
And you will ferett Nature from her denne,
Yee'le make men liue whether they will or no.
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For Cophus they haue taskt you like a noddy,
To study th' immortalitie of the bodie.
Epigr. 28.
They which reade Horace, Virgill and the rest,Of ancient Poets; all new wits detest:
And say O times; what happy wits were then,
I say, O fooles; rather what happy men.
Epigr. 29. In Gallum.
The good turne Gallus which you promised,When I beleeuing foole doe aske of you:
Then you obiect your name is blemished,
By my reportes, and more which is not true,
You might bin liberall as ye did boast,
But you are angry now with halfe the cost.
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Epigr. 30.
Florus exceeded all men of our time,So braue, so pert, so lust ye, and so trimme:
But sodainly me thought he did decline,
So wanne, so blanke, so sily and so thinne.
I aske the cause, he leads me through the streete,
He brings me to his house, where I may see,
A woman fayre, softe, gentle and discreete.
Behold saith Florus what hath tamed me.
What is this true? can such a wise doe so?
Then how must he be tamd which hath a shroe?
Epigr. 31. Epitaphium Timonis.
Heere I lie sealed vnder this stone,Deathes loathsome prisoner, lifes castaway.
Which when I liued was loued of none,
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Now all men for dying doe loue me, though ill,
I would not reuiue to loose their good will.
Epigr. 32.
They say the Spaniards make prouisionFor wars, and that they will be heere with speed
With shops; golde, siluer and munition.
What do they meane? I think they know our need?
Epigr. 33.
If ye aske Lætus why he keepes no Christmasse,Being so rich, hauing so large reuenue:
Hee'le say he is in debt, or hath some purchase,
Or hath begonne it and can not continue.
Porus hath many legacyes to pay,
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But Dacus will do good some other way,
Cacus would, weare his mony in his hand:
Olde Misus saith, let them spend wich can get,
Corus would now, but all things are to deare.
Germanus saith, you do not know my lett,
And Caius will keepe house an other yeare.
O wretched times, but our times iust abuse,
That euer doing good should haue excuse.
Epigr. 34. Ad Thomam Freake armig. de veris aduentu.
The welcome Sunne from sea Freake is returned,And cheerth with his beames the naked earth,
Which gainst his comming her apparelleth,
And hath his absence sixe long moneths mourned,
Out of her fragrant side she sendes to greete him
The rashed primrose and the violet;
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With flowers, & hang the trees with pearle to meet him
Amid this hope and ioy she doth forget,
To kill the hemlocke which doth grow too fast,
And chill the adder making too much hast,
With his blacke sonnes reuiued with the heat,
Till sommer come with diuers colours clad,
Much like my Epigrams with good and badd.
Epigr. 35. In Thersit en.
Aathough Thersites haue a filthy face,And staring eyes, and little outward grace.
Yet this he hath to make amend's for all,
Nature her selfe is not more naturall.
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Epigr. 36.
Nisus writes Epigrams and so doe I,Matter he hath enough, but I haue lesse,
Yet but in one poynt all the ods doth lie,
He may speake of lewde loues and wantonnesse.
Is not this ods? am not I in a streight,
His matter pleaseth more, then my conceipt.
Epigr. 37. In Festum.
Festus and this vile world haue shaken hands,Opprobrious riches were to him such griefe,
That he hath so dispatcht his wealth and lands,
That no man now can cast them in his teeth,
Now what is not vndone? and what remaines,
To Festus of his former happinesse?
Ritch with all humours, onely he retaines
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But Philo take you care no more of that,
For if ye doe, you will vndoe your fatt.
Epigr. 38. In Misum.
Olde Misus is a slauish drudge I knowe,For whome? but for his master, so he saies:
Who is your maister Misus can ye shew?
Is not he in your chest vnder your keyes?
Then you doe ill so farre him to preferre,
And make your Lord, which is your prisoner.
Epigr. 39. Ad librum suum.
My little booke whom wilt thou please, tell me?All which shall reade thee? no that cannot be.
Whom then, the best? but few of these are knowne.
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The meaner sort cōmend not poetry;
And sure the worst should please themselues for thee
But let them passe, and set by most no store.
Please thou one well, thou shalt not neede please more.
Epigr. 40. Ad Lectorem.
How quickly doth the Reader passe away,My pens long taske and trauaile of the day?
Foure lines, which hold me tug an hower or twaine
He sups vp with a breath and takes no paine.
Yet vse me well Reader, which to procure
Thy one short pleasure, two long paines endure:
The one of writing when it is begonne:
Th' other of shame, if't please not when tis done.
Finis. Libri Primi.
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Liber Secundus.
[Thou which deluding raisest vp a fame]
Thou which deluding raisest vp a fame,And hauing shewd the man concealst his name,
Which canst play earnest as it pleaseth thee,
And earnest turne to iest as neede shall be,
Whose good we praise, as being likt of all,
Whose ill we beare, as being naturall,
Thou which art made of vineger and gall,
Wormewood, and Aqua fortis mixt with all.
The worldes spie, all ages obseruer,
All mens feare, fewe mens flatterer,
Cease, write no more to agrauate thy sinne:
Or if thou wilt not leaue, now Ile beginne.
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Epigr. 2. In Porum.
Porus when first he ventred for a prize,Desirde safe conduct but to yonder shoare:
When he ariude and spedd his merchandize,
Sea, bring me home againe, I aske no more.
And yet a second course he vndertakes.
And steeling leaue for gayne which is so deare,
A third and fourth aduenture yet he makes,
And vsde to danger now, forgets to feare.
Ye windes and seas where are your blasts & waues,
With which ye seale and open the great deepe?
Porus contemneth you as captiue slaues,
And saith you are his prisoners vnder keepe.
Like Xerxes he hath Neptune fast in stockes,
And like Vlysses, Æolus in a boxe.
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Epigr. 3.
Monsters of men are many now a day,Which still like Vultures on the dead do pray,
And as the Phœnix doth in wondred wise,
So they, but out of others ashes rise.
Epigr. 4. Ad Henricum Wottonum.
Wotton , the country and the country swayne,How can they yeelde a Poet any sense?
How can they stirre him vp, or heat his vaine?
How can they feede him with intelligence?
You haue that fire which can a witt enflame,
In happy London Englands fayrest eye:
Well may you Poets haue of worthy name,
Which haue the foode and life of poetry.
And yet the country or the towne may swaye,
Or beare a part, as clownes doe in a play.
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Epigr. 5. In hospitem quendam.
Mine boast he hath but one eye which good is,As for conditions good, one lesse then this,
I pray ye guestes as many as come hether,
In his behalfe to put these both together.
Epigr. 6. De mensæ Iannarii quæ fuit an: do. 1595.
VVhen coldes & frosts, & snowes were wont to reigne,As in their time of prime in Ianiuere.
Then calme and milde and pleasant was the yeare,
like to the spring which maketh all things feyne.
The little sparrowes these I sawe deceiue,
Which cherped merily and built their nest.
Pore birds, the frost will come when you think lest,
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And this poore birds let me your errour rue;
But let the yeare deceiue no more then you.
Epigr. 7. In Lætum.
Lætus by sops, and sups, and little moreHath got a nose which reacheth to the skies,
This nose hath got a mouth wide gaping so,
This mouth hath gotten eares, these eares haue eies,
And now me thinkes tis little nose againe,
Being deuided, for I did suppose,
That it had neither mouth, nor eares, nor eyne.
I was deceiu'de, I tooke all for a nose,
And if I say als nose, thinke you I lye?
But if I say not; what a nose marre I?
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Epigr. 8.
Walking the fieldes a wantcatcher I spide,To him I went desirous of his game:
Sir haue ye taken wants? yes he replide,
Heere are a dozen which were lately tane.
Then you haue left no more. No more quoth he,
Sir I can shewe you more, the more the worse,
And to his worke he wente, but t'wolde not be,
For all the wantes were crept into my purse.
Farewell friend wantcatcher since t'will not be,
Thou canst not catch the wants, but they catch me.
Epigr. 9.
Westminster is a mill which gryndes all causes,And grinde his cause for me there he that list:
For by Demurrs and Pleas, appeales, and clauses,
The tole is oft made greater then the gryste.
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Epigr. 10.
A Gentleman, if once decline chance,Theres meate for peasants, there is dainty fare
One snaps the sides, an other hath the haunch,
One hath the vmbles, euery one a share.
O vile base ende of riott and excesse,
He which had liuing, landes and dignitie;
Is eaten vp of very filthinesse.
Falne among swine, a pray to slauerie,
But see the ende; this sweete and daintie foode,
Turns into finer molde, vpstartes a sonne:
He is a Gentleman of your lands blood.
He buyes your Armes, who could be thus vndone,
First would I sterue my selfe and eate my nayles,
Or these rude chufs should drayle me through their tayles.
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Epigr. 11.
He which to London did conuey the pigge,Which was so wōdrous long, so monstrous big
Tell him from me he was a very mome.
For I knowe greater piggs he left at home.
Epigr. 12. In Zoilum.
Zoile now stinkes, cold, wann, and withered,How shall one know when Zoilus is dead.
Epigr. 13. In Cacum.
Cacus , if any chance on him to call,Drawes forth the loafe & cheese, but if they eate
A golden sentence he drawes forth withall,
Friendship consisteth not in drinke and meate.
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This sentence saues him many pound's a yeare.
Epigr. 14. Epitaphium barbæ cuius erat Psillus.
Here lies a bounch of haire deepe falowed,Of fayre long hayre, trilling a downe the brest,
With goodly flakes and peakes; now all is dead.
The shaking, and the count'nance, and the crest.
Now death of mooches hath dissolude that twynn,
And seased on that goodly sett of hayre.
And marde the order of that famous chynn,
With his posteritie alone so fayre,
Which to posteritie I will commende.
Heere lies a beard, and Psillus at the ende.
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Epigr. 15.
Heywood goes downe saith Dauis sikerly,And downe he goes, I can it not deny.
But were I happy, did not fortune frowne.
Were I in heart, I would sing Dauy downe.
Epigr. 16. Ad Lectorem.
Reader, there is no biting in my verse;No gall, no wormewood, no cause of offence.
And yet there is a biting I confesse
And sharpenesse tempred to a wholsome sense.
Such are my Epigrams well vnderstood,
As salt which bites the wound, but doth it good.
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Epigr. 17. Ad Aulicos.
Ye Courtiers, so may you in courtly sorteWith manners old, old Courtiers long remaine,
So that some vpstart courtiers ye refraine:
vnworthy of a peerelesse princes port.
As courtier leather, courtier pinne, and sope,
And courtier vinegeer, and starch and carde,
And courtier cups, such as were neuer heard,
And such as shall not court it long we hope.
The true gentilitie by their owne Armes,
Aduance themselues, the false by others harmes.
Epigr. 18. In inuidum.
I chanced on a monster of a man,With health heart sick, sterued with store of food,
With riches poore; with beauty pale and wanne.
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One eye did enuie at the other eye,
Because the other enuide more then he.
His hands did fight for the first iniurie,
So enuie enui'de, enuied to be.
And as he went his hinder foote was sore
And enuide at the foote that went before.
Epigr. 19. In Fœnatores.
Neuer so many vserers were knowne,As we haue now; yet haue we not enowe,
So many borowing neede hath ouerthrowne,
Which would be more in debt, but know not how,
The vserers are tane vp of Gentlemen,
Of Merchants, of the Nobles of the land.
The poore can now haue no accesse to them,
Vnder vndoing thrise, vnder good band.
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Let's haue more vsurers, or none at all.
Epigr. 20.
He that will in the mid'st of dronkennesse,Learne how he may miraculously be fresh:
And in one instant honger after cates,
Which his cramde surfeyting with loathing hates.
And ipso facto cure the rume destilling,
And that which heere to name I am not willing,
Vnlesse Tabaccho vanish his disease.
He must stay longer or he can haue ease.
Epigr. 21. In Momum.
Momus to be a Poet Lawreate,Hath straynde his wits, through an yron grate.
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And golden verses, and all kindes of veynes,
Now to the presse he presseth hastely,
To sell his friendes stinking eternitie.
For who would be eternall in such fashion,
To be a witnesse to his condemnation.
Epigr. 22.
I mett a courtier riding on the plaine,Well mounted on a braue and gallant steede;
I sate a iade, and spurred to my paine,
My lazy beast whose tyred sides did bleede,
He sawe my case; and then of courtesie,
Did reyne his horse, and drewe the bridle in
Because I did desire his companie:
But he coruetting way of me doth winne.
What should I doe which was besteaded so?
His horse stoode still faster then mine could go,
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Epigr. 23. In Misum.
Misus , thy wealth will quickly breath away,Thine honestie is shorter then thy breath,
Thy flesh will fall, how can it longer stay,
Which is so ripe and mellow after death?
Yet while thou liu'st men make of thee a iest.
Heere lies olde Misus soule, lockt in his chest.
Epigr. 27. In Lalum.
Lalus is drunke, and able scarse to speake,He sweares he is not drunke; when by an by
The nimble licour foyles him on his necke,
How durst ye Lalus giue your Ale the lie,
Next time if you will be beleeu'd, confesse,
That when you haue not drunk, you are not fresh.
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Epigr. 25. In habentem longam barbam.
Thy beard is long: better it would thee fitt,To haue a shorter beard, and longer witt.
Epigr. 26.
I want an hundred pounds: my bookes I seeke.Their answere is; that learning hath a fall:
I seeke my braines: conceipts be so good cheepe,
One dramme of siluer may buy head and all.
Then to the Muses I amased flye.
They tell me Homers case and others more.
Then to my bookes againe as fast I hie.
And backe againe as wretched as before.
Betraying studies standing few in steede;
Why doe ye this forsake me in my neede?
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Epigr. 27. In Lætum.
Lætus would begge of me I knowe not what,But first he couenants, denye not me.
Nay Lætus begge me then if I grant that.
If I will binde my selfe to sett you free.
Twere well if after asking you might haue it
But you will haue a thing before ye craue it.
Epigr. 28.
So harde it was for Poets to reiect,The once conceiued issue of their braine,
As for a mother her babe to neglect,
For whom in trauayling she tooke such paine.
Then if we loue our faultes for our owne sake.
Loue doth but loue the child, which loue did make.
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Epigr. 29. in Papam.
The Pope as king of kings hath power from hye,To plant, and to roote out successiuely:
Why fell the king of France in wofull case?
Because the Pope did plant him of his grace.
But our Elisa liues, and keepes her crowne,
God a mercy Pope, for he would pull her downe.
Epigr. 30. Ad reginam Elizabetham.
Liue long Elisa, that the wolfe of Spayne,In his owne thirst of blood consumde may be.
That forraine princes may enuie thy reigne.
That we may liue and florish vnder thee,
And though the bended force of mighty kings,
With knots of policy confederate.
Ayme at thy royall Scepter, purposing
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Heauen fights for thee, & thou shalt haue thy will
Of all thy foes, for thy Sunne standeth still.
Epigr. 31. Ad Lectorem.
Reader me thinkes that now I doe digresse,Presuming thus to talke of Maiesty.
Which in things easie could my minde expresse,
And dandle little meanings pretily,
For now I loose my proper veynes delight,
Which things vnproper to my veyne rehearse,
Thus I attempting those things to recyte,
Which come not in my compasse of my verse,
In such a plot, cannot make matter faye.
Where so much matter must be cast away.
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Epigr. 32. Ad Comitem Essexiæ.
Essex , the ends which men so saine would finde,Riches, for which most are industrious.
Honour, for which most men are vertuous,
Are but beginnings to thy noble minde:
Which thou as meanes dost frankly spend vpon,
Thy countries good, by thy true honour wonne.
Epigr. 33.
Olde hand in handes saluting now is past,And friendes embracing armes in armes do cast.
Why? cause the body is the better part?
Or we would feele our friends neerer the heart?
Or that our friends as flitting to and fro
Our armes may hold, our hands would let them go?
Yet were the auncient friendship now of force,
Our armefull, for their handfull I would scorse.
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Epigr. 34.
The first defence that goolde hath, is the ground,Where it lyes hidden till we digge it foorth.
Then in her thicknesse it lies, which we sounde,
For goold's pale spirit of admirable woorth.
And then we let it downe into our heart,
And drench our soule so thirsting after gayne,
Till like a God it reigne in euery part.
No Alcumist can draw it thence againe.
If goolde from goold can be abstracted thus,
Why should not goold as well be drawn from vs?
Epigr. 35. In Fortunum.
I pray thee fortune, (fortune if thou be.)Come heere aside, for I must braule with thee.
I'st you that sitt as Queene in throne so hye,
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Haue you a Scepter onely to this ende,
To make him rue which neuer did offend?
I'st your fayre face whose fauour fooles doe finde,
And whose vaine smile makes wise mē change their mind?
Thy hands be ful, yet eye thou hast not one,
Th' arte full of mosse, and yet a rolling stone.
Thou fancyest none; yet put'st the worste in trust,
Thou ta'kt no bribes, and yet dost iudge iniust.
Thou makest Lordes, and yet dost cast them down,
Thou hatest kings, and yet dost keepe their crowne,
Thou neuer stand'st: and yet dost neuer fall;
And car'st for none, and yet hast rule of all,
But fortune, though in princely throne thou sit
I enuie not, it is not for thy witt.
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Epigr. 36. Ad Sextum.
Sextus in wordes giues me goold wealth and landsSextus hath Crassus tongue, but Irus handes.
Epigr. 37. Ad Guilielmum Sutton.
I vowde to make an Epigram a day,But setting pen to paper twolde not saye.
I wanted matter and inuention.
My pen was tired, and my witt was donne.
Sutton this losse thou well mayst recompense,
Taking out wordes and putting in some sense:
Perhaps thou wilt not, for thou think'st it best,
To leaue some bad which may cōmend the rest.
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Epigr. 38. In Caium.
So thy rare vertues fixed in mine eyes,Thy gentle nature Caius, and thy minde.
So fraught with learning and good qualities:
That thou art ritch this onely fault I finde.
When thou wast poore thy vertues me releeued.
Since thou art ritch, of both I am depriued.
Epigr. 39.
The princes good is good to all: but yeatThe good of all to her good doth not tende.
She one defends vs all what euer threat,
And yet we all can not her one defende.
For the kings euell none but kings can cure.
Yet the kings euill more then kings procure.
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Epigr. 40. De libro suo.
One sayde my booke was like vnto a coate,Of diuerse colours blacke and red and white,
I bent to crosse him saide he spake by roate.
For they in making rather are vnlike.
A coate, one garment made of many fleeces.
My booke, one meaning cutt in many peeces.
Finis Libri Secundi.
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Liber Tertius.
[My Booke is not for learned men nor wise]
My Booke is not for learned men nor wise,Nor mery nor conceipted, nor the plaine:
Nor angry, foolish, criticall or nice.
Nor olde nor young, nor sober, nor the vaine.
Nor for the proud, nor for the couetous,
Nor for the Gentleman, nor the Clowne:
Nor for the glutton, nor adulterous,
Nor for the valiant worthy of renowne.
Nor for the thrifty, nor the prodigall,
But if thou needs will know for whom? for all.
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Epigr. 2. In Corum.
Corus desires with them to haue a place,Whom my sleight muse of right doth celebrate.
Avant ye peasant, for you are too base.
What you among the worthies of our state?
How should I fitt you with a trough or sinke,
Or plant a kenell for your worthinesse,
But that the rest for neighbourhood must stinke,
And be confiners to your filthynesse?
I tooke myne oath Thalia at thy shryne,
Ne're to embrue my verses with a swyne.
Epigr. 3. Ad Iohannem Dauis.
If witt may make a Poet, as I gesse,Heywood with auncient Poets may I compare.
But thou in word and deed hast made him lesse,
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The goate doth hunt the grasse: the wolfe the goat.
The lyon hunts the wolfe, by proofe we see.
Heywood sang others downe, but thy sweete note
Dauis, hath sang him downe, and I would thee.
Then be not mou'de, nor count it such a sinn,
To will in thee what thou hast donn in him.
Epigr. 4.
King Philip would by force victoriously,Inuade our land: which hauing proude in vaine,
He wars with treason most ingloriously.
Yet is repelde, and driuen home againe.
In great attempts few spare for wickednesse,
Yet neuer any man did more for lesse.
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Epigr. 5. Ad comitem Essexiæ iam nauigaturum.
These ships with childe with such an enterprze,As more then quicke they trauaile with to Spayne;
These Captaynes of couragious companies,
The towers and fortes, Elysa, if thy reigne,
These Armies marching and these ensignes spread,
These Armes aduanst vpon our enemies:
All as the body, waite on thee their head,
Great Lord, dipt in thine heart, fixt in thine eyes,
Go on with liuing courage, tempring sweete,
The inspirde body of her royall fleete,
Epigr. 6. Ad eundem.
The newes of Spanish wars, how wondrously,It strooke our heartes, what terrour it did breed.
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And thousand's Spaniards witnessing the deede,
When thou Deurox, with feare wast so dismaid,
That thou to Siuill well nigh fled'st for ayde.
Epigr. 7.
When Cæsar in those wars which did not cease,Till they had consummated not his peace:
By higher cause was drawne into the flood,
Where Alexanders royall citie stoode:
And now the world did stint her conquering,
Against the comming of a greater king,
Ægypt, which hording all iniquities,
Vnder yet vnreuealed mysteries,
Did burne the wisedome of all ages olde
Which forty thousand volumes had enrolde:
Plainely foretold what shortly should ensue.
Wipe out the olde world and begin the new.
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Epigr. 8. In Philonem.
Phylo is richly rayde, and beareth hyeHis great reuenues dated in his coate.
Coyne, iewels, plate and land: loa heere they lie.
This is their last which lately so did floate.
First in his bely shipt they suffred wracke.
Now they are landed all vpon his backe.
Epigr. 9.
Besides contentions to vs naturall,And to our age: besides all wickednesse
So rife so ripe, so reaching ouer all,
And murdring malice raging in excesse.
We haue inuented engines to shed blood,
Such as no age did euer knowe before.
Like as God thundreth from the ayrie clowde:
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What Arte had euer more perfection.
Then murder hath, since gonns did worke our euill?
Fye on all mischieuous inuention.
Fye on all wicked heads, fye on the diuell,
Which vs such murdring instruments assignes.
It is to much to haue such murdring mindes.
Epigr. 10.
VVhen bākrupt Tamus, his chānel scarse did wetHe was great store of water in our dett,
Which all he payde vs, when an other yeare
Hee pleaded at the barre at Westminstere.
Epigr. Ad Lectorem.
Reader if Heywood liued now againeWhome time of life hath not of praise bereaued,
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Thus he would write, or else I am deceiued.
Epigr. 12. Of a pudding.
The end is all, & in the end the praise of all dependsA podding merits double praise, a podding hath two ends.
Epigr. 13. A crossing of that Epigram
A podding hath two ends? ye lye my brother:For he begins at one, and ends at t'other.
Epigr. 14. Of the Lions?
Tell me good Tom, hast thou the Lions seene?Iacke I haue felt them: why where hast thou bene?
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And trust me Iacke Lions are euery where,
Why then thou saw'st them: foole that is no soare,
He that tels thee I felt them, tels thee more.
Epigr. 15. Of Ienkin.
Ienkin is a rude clowne; go tell him so.What neede I tell what he himselfe doth know?
Perhaps he knowes not, then he is a sott,
For tell me, what knowes he which knows not that?
Epigr. 16. Of an Ape.
He that would know an Ape, may be to seeke,An Ape is that, which an Ape is not like.
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Epigr. 17. Of Bankes horse.
Bankes hath an horse of wondrous qualitie,For he can fight, and pisse, and daunce, and lie.
And finde your purse, and tell what coyne ye haue.
But Bankes, who taught your horse to smel a knaue?
Epigr. 18. Of Pymer which fell mad for the loue of his dogg Talbott
Pymer lou'de Talbot, Talbot loued him,Who loued best? both loued constantly.
Pymer with Talbot dy'd, Talbot with him.
Who dyed best? both dyed louingly.
Yet were I iudge for Talbot I should sitt,
Whose match in loue Pymer was, not in witt.
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Epigr. 18. Ad Lectorem.
Some will perhaps condemne my foolish veyne,For that of Dogs, Lyons, and Apes I speake.
But if they knewe the cause they would refrayne.
I doe it onely for the Printers sake.
The simple must haue something for their humour,
And hauing somthing they my booke will buy.
Then gayneth he by whome I am no looser.
So is he satisfide, and they and I.
Some will giue sixe pence for a witty touch,
And some to see an Ape will giue as much.
Epigr. 19. In Seuerum.
Seuerus reads my booke, and hauing read,Forthwith pronounceth me an idle head.
And idle he had binn as well as we,
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Then all goes not amisse as I mistooke;
I see there is some matter in my book.
Epigr. 20. In eundem.
Seuerus calls me idle, I confesse:But who cán worke vpon my idlenesse.
Epigr. 21.
When Sextus Quintus traytrously had slayne,He threw his spoyled corpse into the deepe.
But the iust sea did throw him out againe,
And to a murder would not counsaile keepe.
The fact appeares, the author of the sinne,
Is yet vnknowne, but see the slayne doth bleede.
And his cold blood runs out, and points at him,
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Thus euen the dead against such villanie
Of Abels blood for vengeance learne to cry.
Epigr. 21. Ad reginam Elizebetham.
Mother of England, and sweete nurse of all,Thy countries good which all depends on thee,
Looke not that countries father I thee call,
A name of great and kingly dignitie,
Thou dost not onely match old kings, but rather,
In thy sweete loue to vs, excell a father.
Epigr. 22. Ad eandem.
I know where is a thiefe and long hath beene,Which spoyleth euery place where he resortes.
He steales away both subiectes from the Queene.
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Howses by three, and seauen, and ten he raseth,
To make the common gleabe, his priuate land.
Our country Cities cruell he defaceth,
The grasse grows greene where litle Troy did stand,
The forlorne father hanging downe his head,
His our cast company drawne vp and downe.
The pining labourer doth begge his bread.
The plowswayne seek's his dinner from the towne,
O Prince, the wrong is thine, for vnderstand:
Many such robbries will vndoe thy land.
Epigr. 23. Ad Do, Mountioy.
Mountioy what is my muse, or my dull pen,Or my forlorne conceipt, worthy of thee
The honoredst of honorable men,
Nobling with vertues thy Nobilitie?
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And all men praise thy worth: why should not I?
Epigr. 24. In Cacum.
VVhen Cacus wrong'de me, this was his excuse,I meant no harme: I thought thee no abuse.
Well had he meant it worse I could not speede.
I could not fealt his thought more then his deede.
I would haue thankt him had the case so stood,
That he had meant me harme and doone me good.
Epigr. 25. In eundem
You did me harme, but meant not so to doe,Since you haue donne it Cacus, meane it to.
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Epigr. 26. Ad Georgium Morton Armig.
Morton whose face bewrayes antiquitie,When men were goodly of proportion.
But in whose heart is true gentilitie,
In thee perfited, in thy race begonne.
Take these poore lines, as due to thy desart,
From him which owes to thee more then his heart,
Epigr. 27. Ad Richardum Eeds.
Eeds , onely thou an Epigram dost season,With a sweete tast and relish of enditing.
With sharpes of sense, and delicates of reason,
With salt of witt and wonderfull delighting.
Form my iudgement him thou hast exprest,
In whose sweet mouth hony did build her nest.
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Epigr. 28. Ad Guilielmum Suttonum.
When breath and life through my cold miserie,Did euen fayle, and hope had made an end.
Thou Sutton did'st put breath and life in me,
With the sweet comforts of a faithfull friend.
O that I likewise might keepe thee from death
With my pens life, and with my papers breath.
Epigr. 29.
Neuer so many masters any knew,And so fewe gentlemen in such a crewe.
Neuer so many houses, so small spending.
Neuer such store of coyne: so little lending.
Neuer so many cosins: so fewe kynde.
Goodmorrowes plenty, good wils heard to finde.
Neuer so many clerkes, neere learning lesse.
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Justice is banished, lawe breeds such strife,
And trueth: and why? for swearing is so rife.
Thus in her strength of causes vertue dieth,
But vice without a cause still multiplieth.
Epigr. 30. Ad Cacum.
There was presented you an odd LibellFor which you knowe Cacus, you payd me well,
But well I knowe, of me sir you had none,
Remember then Cacus, I owe you one.
Epigr. 31. In Libellum.
Libel all rawe with indigested spite,Whose witt doth droppe inuenymde iniurie.
Whose pen leakes blots of spitefull infamie,
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Why dost thou boast? for if thou had'st don well.
In naughty things twere easie to excell.
Epigr. 32. Ad Mathonem.
Matho , if common liking might suffice,And temprate iudgement, when you do repeat,
Then would I praise your verses once or twise.
But I must rage and cry, and sweare and sweat,
I must condemne the writers of all ages.
And wrong diuiner wits which were before:
When hauing spent and consum'de all my praises
Yet you reade on, and yet you looke for more.
Henceforth looke for no praise at your recyting.
Wordes are but winde, i'le set it downe in writing.
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Epigr. 33.
A Wealch and English man meete on the way,Both poore, both proud, full of small courtesy.
They fall in talke till each of them display,
Both their great mindes, and small abilitie.
The wealch man from one word of discontent,
Of an huge quarrell tooke occasion:
Telling the english man he should repent,
For he should fight with all his nation.
The english man would put vp no disgrace,
But said I will, doe you appoint the place.
Epigr. 34. in Thymum.
Thymus is so enspirde so mortifide,So pure a ghost, so heauenly spirituall:
That all things else to God he hath deny'd.
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As false religion he doth reuile it,
Which loues the knees, or any outward part.
With his stinking lounges will not defile it.
Nor with his purest blood, nor with his heart,
In spirit he doth ride, walkes, eates, and drinkes
In spirit he hates, he rayles, I worse then this,
He cares not what the vulgar sort do thinke,
Alas they knowe not of what spirit he is,
Neyther know I, yet thinke I of an euill,
And feare his spirit will turne into a deuill.
Epigr. 35.
Daneus nose when time of death drew neere,So hideously did swell, none could suppose
What was the cause, two beds prepared were,
One for Daneus, to'ther for his nose.
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Did iudge the tympany the cause of rising:
Some sayde it was tormented with the mother.
Some with the scurvies for not exercising.
Being ript vp, the cause of death was spied.
Ten thousand iestes were found, wherof it died.
Epigr. 36.
The peasant Corus of his wealth doth boast,Yet he scarse worth twise twenty pounds at most,
I chanc'de to worde once with this lowsie swayne.
He calde me base, and beggar in disdaine.
To try the trueth hereof I rate my selfe.
And cast the little count of all my wealth.
See how much Hebrew, Greeke, and Poetry,
Latin, Rhetorique and Philosophye.
Reading and sense in sciences profound,
All valued, are not worth forty pounds.
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Epigr. 37.
Matho in wealth and ease, at libertye,Expresseth neither witt nor honesty.
But is secure and idle, dull and vaine,
His pleasures man, and his sweete fortunes swayne,
But when he is awakt with misery.
With executions, and pouertie.
When he is quite vndonne and nothing worth.
Then like a viper his witt crawleth foorth.
Epigr. 38. In Seuerum.
Seuerus hates my pens lycentious grace.He liked not of my gadding poetry.
He tearmes my writing like the wildgoose race,
In fine he saith that all is vanity.
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Away with him, a Poet is abundance.
Epigr. 39. Ad Essexia comitem.
If I could turne my verse into desart,Or tune my sense to thy nobilitie.
Great Essex, then should'st thou enjoy my arte,
And chalenge me thy Poet worthely.
But since I cannot equall thee with art
Take thy reward out of thine owne desart.
Finis Libri Tertij.
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Liber Quartus.
Epigr. 1. Ad Librum suum.
Lye not my booke for that were wickednes,Be not too idle, idle though thou be.
Eschewe scurrilitie and wantonnesse.
Temper with little mirth, more grauity.
Rayle not at any least thy friends forsake thee.
In earnest cause of writing shew thy witt.
Touch none at all that no man may mistake thee.
But speake the best, that all may like of it.
If any aske thee what I doe professe,
Say that, of which thou art the idlenesse.
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Epigr. 2. Ad Do. Mountioy.
Mountioy , among the labours of my pen,Which my glad muse aspireth to present,
To thee as worthiest of all other men,
Of thee as patron and high president,
If any had, these had bin worthy best.
But since all are, these are vnworthy least.
Epigr. 3. Ad Librum suum.
My booke, some handes in Oxford wil thee take,And beare thee home, and louingly respect thee
And entertaine thee for thy masters sake:
And for thy masters sake some will reiect thee.
But to my faithfull friendes commend I thee.
And to mine enemies, commend thou me.
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Epigr. 4. Ad vtrangue Academiam.
Ye famous sister Vniuersities,Oxford and Cambridge, whence proceeds your hate?
Brothers rare concord do ye imitate,
Each greeting each with mutuall iniuries?
Brothers fall out and quarrell I confesse,
But sisters loue; for it becomes you lesse.
Epigr. 5. Ad easdem.
VVhy striue ye sisters for antiquitie?Can not your present honour you suffice?
VVhy striue ye sisters for that vanitie.
VVhich if ye sawe as twas, you would despise?
You must make loue: loue is your surest hold,
Others must honour you and make you olde.
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Epigr. 6. De sua Clepsydræ.
Setting mine howre glasse for a witnesse byTo measure studie as the time did fly:
A lingring muse posseste my thinking brayne:
My minde was reaching, but in such a veyne,
As if my thoughtes by thinking brought a sleepe,
Winglesse & footelesse, now like snailes did creepe,
I eyde my glasse, but he so fast did ronne.
That ere I had begonne, the howre was donne.
The creeping sandes with speedy pace were flitt,
Before one reason crept out of my witt.
When I stoode still I sawe how time did fly.
When my wits ranne, time ranne, more fast then I,
Stay heere, ile change the course, let study passe
And let time study while I am the glasse.
What touch ye sands? are little mites so fleete?
Can bodies ronne so swift which haue no feete?
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Then farewell howers, I'le study by the day.
Epigr. 7.
Ovr fathers did but vse the world before.And hauing vsde did leaue the same to vs.
We spill what euer resteth of their store.
What can our heyres inherit but our curse?
For we haue suckt the sweete and sappe away,
And sowd consumption in the fruitfull ground:
The woods and forests cladd in rich aray,
With nakednesse and baldnesse we confounde.
We haue defast the lasting monymentes
And caus'd all honour to haue ende with vs:
The holy temples feele our rauishments.
What can our heyres inherit but our curse?
The world must ende, for men are so accurst,
Vnlesse God ende it sooner: they will furst,
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Epigr. 8. Ad Iohannem VVhitegift, Arch. Cant.
Whitegift , whom gratious honour entertaines.Welcome as to the yeare the gladsome May,
Welcome as is the morning to the day,
Welcome as sleepe vnto the weary swaynes:
The fayre Elisa white with heauenly praises:
The Gods white Church adorned doth set forth,
The all white meaning and excelling worth:
The vertue white aboue all honour raises.
Yet let my pen present this little storie.
Vnto the endlesse volume of thy glorie.
Epigr. 9. In adorantes reliquias.
Is it a worthy thing to digge vp bones?To kisse, t'adore the reliques of dead men?
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Which in times past did nought but burie them?
But they perhaps for stinke did then refraine:
But you doe worse to make them stinke againe.
Yet in the very stinking this is odd.
They stank to men then, now they stinke to God.
Epigr. 10. Comparatio Cranmeri & Mutij.
Like Mutius Cranmer thou diddest burne thine handO but I iniure thee thus to compare.
Nothing was like, the fire, the cause, the man.
Yet likest you of all that stored are.
He had a Theatre of men to see
What thou didst represent to Angels eyes.
He burnt his hand to cinders carelesly,
Which thou by burning diddest sacrifice.
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Which he consumde and could not reape againe.
Thy loue did quench the burning of the same,
Acting with pleasure what he did with paine.
In him twas wonder that he did presume,
To touch the flame with flesh contaminated.
In thee twas wonder that the fire did burne.
An holy hand to glory consecrated.
Epigr. 11.
Pvblius hath two brothers fowle and cleane.The fowle is honest, and the cleane a foole:
He in the middest maketh vp the meane,
Sitting in vertues place: so saith our schoole:
Of his extreames neither alowe he can
The cleane foole, nor the filthy honest man.
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Epigr. 12. De Læto & Bito.
Lætus doth pittie Bitus for his wantes,And low desires, & meane hopes, & poore fare:
For small house and little houshold plantes.
For his plainnesse, and for his honest care,
Bitus doth pittie Lætus happinesse,
And his great house, sweet friend's & dangers store,
His heedlesse good and steepe presumptuousnesse,
His merry heart and thoughts aspyring more.
Thus each do see into the others woe.
But Bitus is more mercifull of the two.
Epigr. 13.
Indie newe found the Christian faith doth holde,Reioycing in our heauenly merchandize.
Which we haue chang'd for pretious stones & gold
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Now are they louing, meeke and vertuous,
Contented, sweetly with poore godlinesse.
Nowe are we saluage, fierce and barbarous,
Rich with the fuell of all wickednesse.
So did Elishaes seruant Gehazye,
With Naamans goold, buy Naamans leprosye.
Epigr. 14.
Rvfus hath spent his gummes and vnderlippe,Cancelde his face, vndonne his faithfull eyes,
And searde his throate with many a scalding sipp,
Of Ala fortis where his treasure lies.
Onely his nose remaines to comfort him,
Which hath encroacht ore all the partes beside,
Erecting Trophees ore his conquered chinn.
Fayre crested, tall, voluminous and wide.
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Tanquam sub Aiacis clypeo.
Epigr. 15. De lue Mahometica.
When Pan forsooke the mountaines & the rocks,where he did leade his heards, & his great flocks
And that sweete pipe to which the hils did dance,
Was split a sunder, a most wofull chance.
And the worldes heart was smitten in her brest,
And the bright Sunne, declined in the East.
And the blinde Locustes, crau'de no other light,
Then for their Sunne the black pits smoaking night.
Sodome forsooke her sea, where she lay dead.
And with Gomorrhe all Asia ouerspread.
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Epigr. 16. Ad Reginam. Elizabetham.
When in thy flowring age thou did'st beginne,Thy happy reigne, Eliza, blessed Queene.
Then as a flowre thy country gan to spring,
All things as after winter waxed greene:
No riper time shakes of thy flowring yeeres,
Thy greennesse stayes, our budd continueth.
No age in thee or winters face appeares.
And as thou, so thy country florisheth.
As if that greennesse and felicitie,
Thy land did giue, which it receiues from thee.
Epigr. 17.
The Sonn which shines amid the heauē so brightAnd guides our eyes to heauen by his light:
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But blinds that sight which dares to see so hye:
Euen he doth tell vs that heauen doth require,
Far better eyes of them which would see higher.
Epigr. 18. Ad Comitem Essexiæ, de expeditione in Hispaniam.
Being in armes, how did'st thou furiously,With fire and sword thy trembled hand display
Which did'st become after the victory.
Sweete to the captiues, gentle to the pray?
Teach Spaine, Deurox, as thou hast well begunn
Not to dare fight, but dare to b'ouercome.
Epigr. 19. Ad eundem
Essex bring to Elisa youth and life.Sing her a sleepe with ioyfull victories.
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Wake them with wofull wars, and fearfull cries.
Of conquering vs how fowly doe they misse.
Which feele our force, and enuy at our blisse.
Epigr. 20.
Sheepe haue eate vp our medows & our downes,Our corne, our wood, whole villages & townes,
Yea, they haue eate vp many wealthy men,
Besides widowes and Orphane childeren.
Besides our statutes and our iron lawes,
Which they haue swallowed down into their maws.
Till now I thought the prouerbe did but iest,
Which said a blacke sheepe was a biting beast.
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Epigr. 21.
Mountioy , thy vetue and thy secret woorth,My lowe enditing seeketh not to raise.
Heres no inuention to set thee forth.
Here is no painted stile, no borrowed phraise.
Yet breathing tables sweetly thee resemble,
And thy fayre image dwels in liuing hearts:
But least succeeding ages should dissemble,
And time obscure the glory of thy partes.
While thou dost liue giue life vnto my pen,
Which when thou dyest will pay it the agen.
Epigr. 22. Ad Lectorem.
Reader, I grant I doe not keepe the lawes,Of riming in my verse: but I haue cause:
I turne the pleasure of the ende sometimes,
Least he that likes them not should call thē rymes.
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Epigr. 23. De tribus pucris in fornace ignea.
What were the children Nabucadnessar,Which walking in the fornace thou did'st see?
Was each an Angel, or an heauenly starre,
Aboue the act of natures soueraigntie?
Were they three wedges of the finest goold,
Which the heauens treasurer doth so desire?
Or had they power to turne the heat to colde?
Were they three Salamanders in the fire?
The flame was martyred with her heat spent,
And the fire suffred for the innocent.
Epigr. 24. Epitaphum Cannis.
Of fighting Cannius here lye the bones,Which neuer receiued the lye but ones.
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He ventured his life vpon a bare word.
Now I say he lyeth, in him the cause is,
Had he tane that lye, he had not tane this.
Epigr. 25
Ovr Water Drake long seas, strange ieopardies,Farr countries, great attempts haue ouertane.
Hee payde his life there, whence his glory came,
Adorne him India for in thee he lies,
We haue a worthier worthy of our state.
And would not leaue our Water for our Drake.
Epigr. 26.
Indie which so long fearde, now hath our Drake,Her feare lyes buried in her golden sands.
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Till we haue ransomde him out of her handes.
You which will venter for a goolden pray,
Go on braue lads, by Water is your way.
Epigr. 27. In cultum reliquiarum.
To seeke thee in thy Tombe sweete Iesu when,The women with their oyntment hastened:
Two Angels did appeare, forbidding them
To seeke thee liuing there among the dead.
Did Rome by diuing in the tombes of saintes,
But seeke the liuing whence they now are sled,
Yet might they heare the Angels making plaint.
Seeke not the liuing Rome among the dead.
But to tye holy worshipp to dead bones.
To bowe religion to the wicked trust
Of crosses, reliques, ashes, flickes and stones.
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Is not to seeke, but like Mezentius rather,
To ioyne the liuing and the dead together.
Epigr. 28. Epitap. Richardi Pinuer.
Here lyes Dicke Pinner. O vngentle death,Why didst thou rob Dick Pinner of his breath
For liuing he by scraping of a pinn:
Made better dust then thou hast made of him.
Epigr. 29. Ad Lectorem.
Reader but halfe my labour is expirde,And Poet, matter, witt and all are tyrde.
Thrise fiftie labours haue worne out my veyne,
An hundred meanings and an halfe remayne,
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VVere the last at an end, heere would I to.
Epigr. 30.
Melus was taught to speake, to read, to write.Yet clerkly sooth he can do none of these.
He learned Logicke and Arithmetique.
Yet neither brauls not ciphers worth a peaze.
The musicke schoole did teach him her sweet art.
He dealt with Rhetorique and Astrologie.
Yet nether can he chaunt it for his part,
Ne can he tell a tale, or prophesie,
And yet he rides as scholerlike (tis thought)
As neuer any: yet was neuer taught.
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Epigr. 31. De Francisco Walsingham & Philppo Sidneio Equit.
Sir Francis and Sir Philip, haue no Toombe,Worthy of all the honour that may be.
And yet they lye not so for want of roome,
Or want of loue in their posteritie.
Who would from liuing hearts vntombe such ones,
To bury vnder a fewe marble stones?
Vertue dyes not, her tombe we neede not raise,
Let thē trust tombs which haue outliu'd their praise.
Epigr. 32.
When I beholde with deepe astonishment,To famous Westminster how there resorte,
Liuing in brasse or stony monyment.
The princes and the worthies of all sorte:
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Without contempt or pride, or ostentation?
And looke vpon offenselesse Maiesty,
Naked of pompe or earthly domination?
And howe a play-game of a painted stone,
Contents the quiet now and silent spirites.
Whome all the world which late they stood vpon,
Could not content nor squench their appetites,
Life is a frost of cold felicity.
And death the thawe of all our vanitie.
Epigr. 33.
The first and riper world of men and skill,Yeeldes to our later time for three inuentions,
Miracolously we write, we saile, we kill,
As neither ancient scroll nor story mentions,
The first, hath open'd learnings old conceald,
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The second hiddē countries hath reuealed,
And sent Christes Ghospell to each liuing wight,
These we commend, but O what needed more.
To teach death more skill then it had before.
Epigr. 34. Ad Iohannem Reynolds
Doe I call iudgement to my foolish rimes,And rarest art and reading them to viewe,
Reynoldes: Religions Oracle most true.
Mirrour of arte, and Austen of our times?
For loue of these I call thee, which I pray,
That thou in reading these would'st put away.
Epigr. 35.
I sawe a naked corpse spread on the ground,Ouer the dead I sawe the liuing fight.
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Or touch my heart, it was this wofull sight.
To wound the graue, to dare the dead to dye.
To sprinkle life on ashes putrifide.
To weepe with blood, to mourne with villanie,
To looke on death and not be mortifide.
Such funerals if we sustaine to keepe,
I thinke the dead will rise, and for vs weepe.
Epigr. 36.
Chito and Trogus sinn th' extremitie,Chito of pride, Trogus of gluttonie.
Chito will weare his dinner on his backe.
Trogus will eate his shoes rather then lacke.
Chito hath earthen plate, but golden cuts:
Tragus hath a freize coate, but veluet guts.
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Epigr. 37. De Gualtero Deurox in expeditione gallica cæso
T'honour and blisse Deurox thou didst aspyre,By worthy means, though fortune not thy friend
Tooke from thy ioyes, what vertue did desire,
To giue thy life: but paide thee in thine ende.
Onely at this thy country doth repine,
That her reioycing is not ioynde with thine.
Epigr. 38. Ad Lectorem.
Had I my wish contented I should be,Though nether rich nor better then you see.
For tis nor wealth nor honour that I craue,
But a short life, Reader, and a long graue.
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Epigr. 39. Ad Henricum Wottonem.
Wotton my little Beere dwels on a hill,Vnderwhose foot the siluer Trowt doth swim
The Trowt siluer without and goold within,
Bibbing cleere Nectar, which doth aye destill
From Nulams lowe head; there the birds are singing
And there the partiall Sunnne still giues occasion,
To the sweete dewes eternall generation:
There is greene ioy and pleasure euer springing,
O iron age of men, O time of rue.
Shame ye not that all things are goold but you?
Epigr. 40.
My merry exercises of conceipt,When I was once in a seuerer veyne.
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Vp was my pen and scarse could I refraine,
When two or three bespeake which I lik't best,
And for their sakes I pardon'd all the rest.
Finis Libri quarti.
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Liber Quintus.
Epigr. 1 Ad Do. Mountioy.
Mountioy if I haue praised worthy men,And with safe liberty contented me,
Touching no states with my presumptious pen:
If from all secret biting I am free:
I hope I shall not loose thy patronage,
If I doe lawfull thinges and voyde of feare,
If hunt the Fox if bring the Ape on stage,
If I doe whip a curr or baite the Beare,
For these are exercises of such sorte,
As ly alike to earnest and to sporte.
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Epigr. 2. Ad Lectorem.
An heauie book reader my weary pen,Doth here present to thee, which doth containe
The faultes and euils of so many men,
With which my paper doth euen sinke againe.
They haue confest their sinnes into my booke,
Which here vnloaded, all they haue forsaken.
Now for newe faults and errours they must looke.
Cleere of the olde which I haue vndertaken.
If I keepe them, their record will remaine.
If I doe not, they will returne againe.
Epigr. 3.
Though choise of faultes, and purest vice selectedBe my bookes subiect here by me detected:
Yet he that blames the writer is not wise.
He giues vice a person, not persons vice.
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Epigr. 4. In Getam.
Gæta from wooll and weauing first beganne,Swelling and swelling to a gentleman.
When he was gentleman, and brauely dight
He left not swelling till he was a knight.
At last, (forgetting what he was at furst)
He swole to be a Lord: and then he burst.
Epigr. 5. In Seuerum.
Seuerus hath no touch of eloquence.He can not double with a sirayne of witt.
A ridled sentence floates aboue his sense.
Figures are misteries and farre vnfitt.
Well mett Seuerus, for to tell ye true.
This is a booke of vulgars made for you.
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Epigr. 6. In Candidum.
When my friend Candidus was in distresse,Me thought I ioyed true felicitie.
To loue his woe it was my happinesse.
And to feele halfe of my friends misery.
But when his fortune turnd about her wheele.
And melancholy good did ourtake him,
I was no fitt companion for his weale.
From thence began my woe and my forsaking.
For now he keepes the good as cruellie.
As franke of late he spent the euill on me.
Epigr. 7. In Thymum.
Thymus doth speake how all the fathers olde,Were men, & therfore thinks he may be bold.
He blusheth not S. Austen to disgrace.
Ambrose, and Ierome, when he comes in place.
He cytes S. Bernarde and S. Gregorie,
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He names S. Chrysostome with much a doe.
And of the fathers Greeke, more, one or two.
All these by speaking Thymus doth defame.
And would abuse more if he knew their name.
Epigr. 8. In Cacum.
Cacus though nothing but a loafe perdy,He sett before his hungry friends at boorde:
Yet he prates of the sinn of gluttony,
And how that surfeyt kils more then the sworde,
How three at Belinsgate with Oysters dy'de
Howe sixe vpon one Cabidge surfeyted.
Of these he prates and many moe beside
Fearing least we should surfeite on his bread.
Cacus haue donne, for we may surfeite heare
Well with thy words, but hardly with thy cheare.
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Epigr. 9.
Richard gaue money vnto Christopher,Which should but say he was an vsurer.
For though poore Richard neuer yet coulde lend,
Neither could borrow of his deerest friend:
Yet he did thinke the name of vsurie.
Should gett him creditt, wealth and honesty.
O wretched age of ours, O times accurst.
We are ashamd'e of all shames saue the worst.
Epigr. 10. In Mirum.
Reader be iudge betweene Mirus and me,And as thou iudgest it, so it shall be.
I blame vnseemely things with modesty.
He railes vpon me most reprochfully.
I rayle at none, but hauing shewde the vice,
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Should I commend the bad? but that were sinne,
Should I dispraise the good? that would please him;
Should I write nothing, and my pen refraine?
There is so much matter, who can abstaine?
Epigr. 11. In Seuerum.
Seuerus notes how euery verse begins,And still he saith, he findes lesse ads then ins,
Lesse ads then ins? why should it not be so?
If men be nought is it my fault or no?
Or should I praise vice, and commend a spott?
Beare witnesse reader I commend it not.
And yet I spare it, but I spare it so,
I giue a great Asse but a little blow.
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Epigr. 12. In Bardum.
Bardus eates crusts and shrids of Barly bread,Parings of cheese, and drippings of the meate,
Steru'de mutton, beefe with soote be martelled.
And skinn and bones: all these will Bardus eate.
He ends the loafe, he fleas the cheese, (O teeth)
And when the bones dance naked then he praies.
He makes the soote smoake out of rusty beefe,
And that which hunger kilde, his hunger stayes,
And yet his father is no dogge I see.
His father is not, but his sonne may be.
Epigr. 13.
A knot of mariage legitimate,Was knitt betweene Fausta and Fortunate.
She had enterred husbands seauen before.
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And now they striue which of them shall die furst,
For in my iudgement neither is the worst.
Phisition Lanio if he should come thether,
He would perhaps vnknitt them both together.
Epigr. 14. Thymum.
Thymus hath sinnde the sinne of symony.Both for himselfe and all posteritie.
He hath made cleane dispache and quite remou'd
That holy land, so long so deerely lou'de:
Better for their soules health prouide who coulde,
Which shall not sinn hereafter though they would?
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Epigr. 15. In Castorem.
Castor at euery fashions new disguise,Is mou'de to speake, (the cause doth so require.
And vanity doth so offend his eyes)
How men like monsters wander in attyre.
But the same fashions which he so did scoffe,
Long after like repentance he doth weare.
After the brauer sorte haue cast them off.
Like fashions counting booke, or regesture.
Or like an Epitaph, which still doth cry.
Loa here the ende of all our brauerie.
Epigr. 16. In Brillum.
Brillus is neither proud nor timerous,Nor of the swearing cutt, as many be.
He is not false, he is not couetous,
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He is not giuen to the sinn of wine,
And yet he is not honest for all this,
How euer secretly he doth decline.
I cannot but commend him for the misse.
Epigr. 17 In S. Q. C. &c.
Sextus and Quintus, Caius, and the rest,Looke for their commendations with the best.
Quintus hath a large house, which may containe,
Three Lords, with roome to spare, & al their traine;
Sextus hath corne and all prouision meete,
To vittaile, if need should require a fleete.
Caius by th' yeare a thousand pounds may spend,
Dacus may loane three thousand to his friend.
How could I praise these, lesse I vnderstood,
The future tense of the potentiall moode?
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Epigr. 18.
A wonderfull scarsety will shortly ensue,Of Butchers, of Bakers, of all such as brewe.
Of Tanners, of Taylers, of Smithes and the rest.
Of all occupations that can expres'de,
In the yeare of our Lorde, six hundred and ten.
I thinke: for all these will be Gentlemen.
Epigr. 19. in Philonem.
Philo if naked loue you aske of me.White loue, cleare loue, and such as loued was
Of our forefathers in simplicity:
Then loue and looke on me, I am your glasse.
This cuts you off: your friend, must fawne & flatter,
Nay more then this, your friend must you beelie:
I to your face: and that for no small matter,
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This cuts me of: the cause if you require,
I would not haue my friend proue me a lyar.
Epigr. 20. In Misum & Mopsam.
Misus and Mopsa hardly could agree,Striuing about superioritie.
The text which sayth that man and wife are one.
Was the chiefe argument they stoode vpon.
She held they both one woman should become.
He held both should be man, and both but one.
So they contended dayly, but the the strife,
Could not be ended, till both were one wife.
Epigr. 21. In Gillonem.
You which haue sorrows hiddē bottom sounded,And felt the ground of teares and bitter moane
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And iudge of his deepe feeling by your owne.
His toothlesse wife then she was left for dead.
When graue and all was made, recouered.
Epigr. 22. In Lanionem medicum.
Phisition Lanio neuer will forsake,His golden patiente while his head doth ake:
When he is dead farewell, he comes not there.
He hath nor cause, nor courage to appeare.
He will not looke vpon the face of death,
Nor bring the dead vnto her mother earth.
I will not say, but if he did the deede,
He must be absent, lesse the corpse should bleed.
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Epigr. 23. in Dacum.
Dacus hath all things that he can desire,He hath fayre land, and yellow goold to spare.
The good of which God knows he comes not nere
But pickes out paine, and feedeth on the care.
He will not warme his backe with one good coate
Nor spend one penny to offend his store.
He will not feast his belly with a groate.
Hunger and he, are matches and no more.
Heele tast no sweete of all his happinesse.
Belike he knowes his owne vnworthinesse.
Epigr. 24.
Ovr peruerse age doth recon least of all,Of the true noble, plaine, and liberall.
And giueth honour most iniurious.
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What makes the good repine? what wrongs the wise?
What is the spoyle of all? fortunate vice.
Epigr. 25. in Timonem.
Timon is sicke of seuen which deadly be.And yet not like to die for ought I see.
He hath the foggie sinn of Ale and cakes.
He hath the sinn of lace and fustniapes,
He hath the seeing sinn the heartes great'st woe,
And yet he hath the sinn, of winken to.
He hath the sparrowes sinn, & these which follow,
He hath, he hath, the redd sinn and the yellow.
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Epigr. 26. In Septimium.
Septimius doth excell for daintie cheere,His diet is olde Murton and new beere.
And sugred mustard and sweete vinegeere.
Epigr. 27. In Cophum.
Cophus doth liue as if he could bestowe,Life on his friende, and life vpon his foe.
As if he had a life to sport and play.
As if he had a life to cast away.
As if he had change of liues, and life did sound,
Not as one farthing of his thousand pound.
As if his landes were wondrous large and great.
And life but one small dust to that huge heape.
Yet life is all his goold, and all his land.
Himselfe and all, if he did vnderstand.
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Epigr. 28. Translatum ex Martiali.
Neighbours, I meruaile much to see your strife,Since ye are so well matcht, so like of life,
A most vile husband, a most wicked wife.
Epigr. 29. In Lalum.
A dry beame feedes the mind, as Pyndar writes,And quickneth reason with refined spirits.
But your conceipt is dull and nothing such,
Lalus; I thinke you wett your mind to much.
Epigr. 30. In Castorem.
The gooldsmith guildeth siluer, tinn or brasse,The painter paints on wood or baserst one.
What gooldsmith guilded goold that euer was?
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But Castor paints himselfe, and thinks it good.
To steale away his pictures praise from wood:
Epigr. 31. In Lotum.
Lotus owes little vnto memory,He will forget his purse, his cloake, his hat.
I, both a good turne and an iniury.
His friend, himselfe, and more I know not what.
Nothing remaines of all things more and lesse,
To be forgotten, but forgetfulnesse.
Epigr. 32. In Momum.
Hearing my short writs, Momus saith of me,Why should not I endite as well as he?
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Rather then I should write as well as you.
Epigr. 33. in Vlyssem.
Vlysses hauing scapt the ocean floood.Twise ten yeares pilgrimage in foreyn landes.
And the sweete deathes of Syrens tunde with blood,
And Cyclops iawes, and Circes charming handes:
Comes home, and seeming safe, (as he mistakes)
He steps awrie, and fals in to a Aiax.
Epigr. 34. in Medonia.
Toward my marte, Medon, I will said IPresent you with a booke (but you refused)
Which for your kindnesse sake I did denie.
Then you repinde as being more abused.
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Whether it were to paie, or to be paide.
Epigr. 35.
VVith charge of soules as Polititians say,Possesse one clerke should but one benefice.
But without charge of soules, we see how they.
Sticke not to lay vp, fowre and seauen apiece.
We clerkes would keepe one liuing and no moe.
So you which are not clerks would keepe but two.
Epigr. 36. in festum
Tell Festus that this mirth and iollitie,These suts these feasts, this daily flocking to him,
This gameling and this wanton luxurie,
This carelessenesse, this free heart will vndoe him:
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But his sweete fortunes, whose commaund is such,
That Festus senses quite are ouerthrowne,
Since she gaue him of hers, a little too much.
Then why aduise you him? let it suffice,
That he doth that himselfe must make him wise.
Epigr. 37. In Asbestum.
Chlorus was greene, when in his tendernesse,Asbestus did contemne his littenesse.
Yet did he force his buds, and wreake his spite
Vpon his leaues before his fruite was ripe.
When thou bar'st fruite Chlorus, as little tree,
Then did Asbestus pull thy fruite from thee.
Till time drew on, which did his rage impeach,
And bare thy fruite on high, aboue his reach:
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To worke reuenge, but hang himselfe thereon.
Epigr. 38. in Scillam.
No enemie of Scillas can accuse him,Of any wrong or villanie pretended.
Of any prouocation or abusing,
Or the least cause why they should be offended.
Yet Scilla hath a fault to make amendes.
He will abuse none but his deerest friends.
Epigr. 39. in Merum.
Merus doth reconcile Philosophie,To belies want and backes necessitie.
This Moone will cause much appetite of meat,
The outward colde doubling the inward heate.
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How many ierkins all their wooll will make.
Shew him an hundred beeues: heele make a plaine
Account, how many dinners they contayne.
Drinke you Tabaccho nere so secretly,
Yet by the smoake heele tell the quantitie.
Epigr. 40. in Castorem.
Castor doth grauely shake his holow beard,And talkes of pollicy and feates of warre.
Matters of state and rule, I am afearde,
He mindes to be some princes counseller.
Yet many misse which ayme in such a sort,
I thinke heele neuer be but of the court.
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Epigr. 40.
Some vnderstand my meaning as it is:Some vnderstand it worse; againe some better:
They doe me right which read, and doe not misse.
But to the other two I am a detter.
The best I will requite the best I may.
The worst shall trust me if I cannont pay.
Finis Libri quinti.
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Liber Sextus.
Epigr. 1. Ad Lectorem.
Some mirth doth please, to some it is offence.Some will haue vices toucht, some none of that,
Some will haue sleight cōceipt, some deeper sense,
Some wil haue this, and some they know not what,
And he which must please all and himselfe to,
Reader, I thinke something he hath to doe.
Epigr. 2. In Carum.
Carus abuseth me and saith I fill,My papers with fond trifles and delightes.
Would I could make so well as he can spill.
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For tell me Carus, if I be so vaine,
As of meere courtesy you say I am:
Where did I borrow of an idle brain?
What common iest lent me an Epigram?
And yet I can be plaine, do not mistake.
But if I be, it shall be for your sake.
Epigr. 3. Ad Do. Mountioy.
No Helicone Mountioy, no Castale well,Shall wett my tongue to make thy praises last:
Thy praises they themselues so sweetly tell,
Welling forth from thy vertues fount so fast.
That euen the muses hence might fett supply.
To wett their tongues, if Helicone were dry.
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Epigr. 4. Ad Rodulphum Horsee. equit.
Horsee , my slender muse not learn'd to flye,But learn'd to speake, & country songs to sing:
Shall giue thy name winges of eternitie.
And liuing glory to thine ashes bring:
Thou which did'st feed the homebred poets pen,
And cheered'st vp his sad and heauy muse,
Take thy reward among no vulgar men,
And these fewe greeting lines doe not refuse,
Which haue no other duety to impart:
Then t'answere high desarts with humble art.
Epigr. 5. in Philonem.
Philo , you loue a while vnfainedly.But when with wrath enraged is your vaine,
Then you reueale what euer secretly,
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Loue Captaynes Philo and Italians:
Fencers, souldiers and the gallant crewe.
And hauing tam'de your friendship by their hande,
Bring it to me and I will honour you.
Or if ye dare not loue to suffer wrong,
Then loue me Philo, but without a tongue.
Epigr. 6. ad Thomam Egerton equitem, custodem magni sigilli.
Egerton , all the artes, whom thou dost cherish,Sing to thy praises most melodiously.
And register thee to eternitie:
Forbidding thee as thou dost them to perish.
And artes praise the, and she which is aboue,
Whom thou aboue all artes dost so protect.
And for her sake all sciences respect.
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Thus you as stars in earth and heauen shine.
Thou hers on earth, and she in heauen thine.
Epigr. 7. In prophanationem nominis Dei.
Gods name is bare of honour in our hearing,And euen worne out with our blasphemous swearing.
Betweene the infant & the aged both
The first and last they vtter, is an oath.
O hellishe manners of our prophane age.
Iehouahs feare is scoft vpon the stage,
The Minicke iester, names it euery day.
Vnlesse God be blasphem'de, it is no play.
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Epigr. 8.
VVhen the great forests dwelling was so wide,And carelesse wood grew fast by the fires side:
Then dogs did want the sheepherds field to keepe.
Now we want Foxes to consume our sheepe.
Epigr. 9.
They say the vsurer Misus hath a mill,Which men to powder grindeth cruelly.
But what is that to me? I feare no ill,
For smaller then I am I cannot be.
Epigr. 10. De Philippo Hispaniæ Rege.
If workes doe saue, happy king Philip is,He may set heauen to so high a prise.
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That he alone may purchase Paradise,
But merits saue, so saith the Church of Rome.
And Philip doth beleeue it verily,
With hired armes which renteth Christendome.
And with huge summes doth purchase villany
Gainst princes heads, these are his pretious balmes,
Fy Rome; teach you your king to giue such almes?
Epigr. 11. In Thymum.
Among abuses which you speake vnto,And iustly discommend (I know you doe.)
(For vice is stronge, and which I wonder more,
By multiplying stronger then before)
The paynting of the face which you detest,
Is one, and not the least among the rest.
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Thymus I would you did but paint your face.
Epigr. 12.
The wicked wound vs, yet aske why we bleede,The wicked smite vs, yet aske why we cry:
They clip our winges, and yet would haue vs flye.
They aske more bricke, yet take away our reede.
And these not Pharaohs out of Ægypt spronge,
But our owne Israelites which do this wrong.
And we from stranger countries hauing rest,
In our sweete Canaan are thus opprest.
Epigr. 13.
There is no fish in brookes little or great,And why? for all is fish that comes to nett.
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The great will seeth or bake, the small will frye.
For rich mens tables serue the greater fish.
The small are to the poore a daintie dish,
The great are at their best, and serue for store.
The small once tane, keepe or you catch no more.
We must thanke ponds, for riuers we haue none.
The fowle swim in the brook, the fish are flowne.
Epigr. 14. De Piscatione.
Fishing, if I a fisher may protest,Of pleasures is the sweet'st, of sports the best,
Of exercises the most excellent.
Of recreations the most innocent.
But now the sport is marde, and wottye why?
Fishes decrease, and fishers multiply.
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Epigr. 15.
Content feedes not, one glory, or one pelfe,Content can be contented with her selfe.
Epigr. 16. Ad Samuelem Danielem.
Daniell , beside the subiect of thy verse,With thy rich vaine and stile adorned so.
Besides that sweetnes with which I confesse,
Thou in thy proper kinde dost ouerflowe.
Me thinkes thou steal'st my Epigrams away,
And this small glory for which now I waite.
For reading thee me thinks thus would I say.
This hits my vaine, this had beene my conceipt.
But when I come my selfe to doe the like,
Then pardon me, for I am farre to seeke.
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Epigr. 17. In Sextum.
Sextus vpon a spleen, did, rashly sweare,That no newe fashion he would euer weare,
He was forsworne for see what did ensue.
He wore the olde, till the olde was the newe.
Epigr. 18. in Scillam.
Scilla were I in loue with brauerie,With caualeers, and with the gallant crew.
With captaines, soldiers, and such men as you
I neuer would forsake the company.
But if a word passe vnaduisedly.
If eyther iest or earnest please you not.
Out flies the dagger, friendship is forgot.
Stabbing is but a common courtesye.
And though the stranger catch it now and than,
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And he that meets you in the street or fayre.
Yet for the most your friend is your first man,
How should I dare loue him, which dares defend,
He is no man which dares not stab his friend?
Epigr. 19.
Lalus was noted for vaine talke and prating.Carus for drinking and Tobaccho taking.
When they both dy'de and were ript vp apart,
One had no breath, the other had no heart.
Epigr. 20 In hospitem quendam.
Mine hoast Porsenna, when I am with you.I must praise all, though all be out of fashion.
Or else mine hoast will fight and his friendes to.
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I dranke bad beere, my throate can say no lesse.
I say so now, I durst not say so then,
I supt with clownes, rough, rude and mannerlesse.
But I must say, t'were courteous gentlemen,
I praisde your building (if I may so terme it.)
Your hilly prospect & your pasture thinne.
Your ayre, your language, though I could not learne
And all your pedegree, and all your kinn!
But iustly was I plaug'de for this I thinke.
For see, when I came home my breath did stinke.
Epigr. 21. in Cinnam.
Cinna tolde a long tale to no effect,Ile say so much quoth Scilla in a worde.
That happy worde we longing did expect.
And forth it came as leasure could afford,
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The tale was short, and Scillas worde was long.
Epigr. 22. Ad Robertum Wiliams.
Who is my friend Williams dost thou enquire?He that will loue my want and pouertye.
He that will loue through water & through fire,
Through shame, through euery kinde of misery.
Which will not scorse me for a better friend,
Nor for sweet goold the father of all strife.
Which will not hate me though I doe offende,
Nor sell mee for a tale, nor for his wife.
He whom I smooth, and round, & perfect proue,
Tyring out all the euils which molest me,
Making me happy with his constant loue,
Which is the earthly heauen where I rest me:
He which doth loue, nor more nor lesse then this.
He is my friend VVilliams and I am his.
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Epigr. 23.
First Clerus by fayre fla'trye Princes sought,Then was cast of to the Nobilitie.
He flattred them till he was set at nought,
And was thrust downe to the gentilitie;
Now he speakes fayre to them and th' yeomanrye.
Epigr. 24.
Olde Abbeyes who that liues doth not despise,Which knew their fall & knows they cānot rise?
And I despise the new, because I see.
They were, but are not; these will neuer be.
But wer't not sinne, and might I be so bold,
I would desire one newe for many olde.
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Epigr. 25.
The Spaniardes are a warlike nation,We are more warlike as they know and feare,
But they are strong to make inuasion.
But we more strong to chase them euery where,
But they haue multitudes to make supplye.
We are more peopled, fuller of fresh blood.
They loue their Prince and country zealously.
But we more zealous for our soueraignes good.
Yet we should feare them for our wickednesse.
They are more wicked, here we onely lesse.
Epigr. 26. in Papam.
The Pope; when tender health her infant sense,Receiueth from the now approaching Sunne.
And new borne blood of heauens influence:
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Forbids all flesh and sweeter nutriment,
Which sappy Nature to lifes roote would laye.
Yea he forbids meates most indifferent.
Egs, cheese, butter and milke, and all saue hey.
He not content, false wolfe, (as others doe)
To kill the soule, would kill the body to.
Epigr. 27. Ad Reginam Elizabetham.
Loue, the sweete band of thy desired reigne,From thine owne heart, is so shedd into many.
As owd'e of all, can not be payde of any.
Least all in one vnited should contayne.
Such loue in such an heart as nere was any.
Which would to loue thee, yet wish it selfe many.
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Epigr. 28. Ad Lectorem.
Reader thou think'st that Epigrams be rife,Because by hundred they are flocking here.
I reade an hundred pamphlets; for my life
Could I finde matter for two verses there?
Two hundred ballets yeelded me no more,
Besides barraine reading and conference.
Besides whole legends of the rustie store,
Of stories and whole volumes voyde of sense,
And yet the Printer thinkes that he shall leese,
Which buyes my Epigrams at pence a peece.
Epigr. 29. Epitap. Iacobi Iugler.
And was not death a sturdie strugler,In ouerthrowing Iames the iugler?
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That here he lies may be no newes.
Epigr. 30.
Vpon the plaine as I rode all alone,Assaulted by two sturdie lads I was.
I am a poore man Sires, let me be gone.
Nay, but ye shall be poore before ye passe.
And so I was: yet lost nothing thereby.
Would they had robde me of my pouerty.
Epigr. 31.
Dadus payde deare for learning, but the timeDid crosse him so, he could not haue his foorth.
For when he was by study a Diuine.
And at his best; learning was nothing worth.
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Which could buy all things when it was in prime?
Sett we the goolden sciences at nought.
And sell we heauen for earth, and goolde for slime?
Yet were I Dadus I would not repent.
A schollers want excels a clownes content.
Epigr. 32. Epitaphium Iohannis Coferer.
Here lyes Iohn Coferer and takes his rest.Nowe he hath changde a cofer for a chest.
Epigr. 33.
A Pilgrim beggar on a day,Did meete a Lorde vpon the way.
I trust your honour will be good,
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For why me thought a per'lous thing,
Vpon a soddaine ch'was a King.
Helpe him, which had his dreame beene trewe
Last night, mought donne so much for you.
The Lord replying answered than:
O happy dreame, O wretched man.
And happy man, although but poore.
If thou had'st neuer waked more.
And yet thy fancy was not meane
Beggar, I enuie at thy dreame.
This answere made the beggar prate,
Sir take my dreame for your estate.
This much your reason will afforde.
Sleepe you a King, Ile wake a Lorde.
Thus euery state receiues his punishment.
The poore of want, the rich of discontent.
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Epigr. 34. In Titum.
Titus is fast and hath no starting waies,As fast, as is the naile driuen to the head.
Or as pale goold kept vnder many keyes.
Or as a true loue knott well hampered.
Not for his vertue enuie did this deed.
Nor for his vice he suffereth of the lawes,
(For good and euill both hurt if they exceed.)
But for his word and for no other cause.
He plaints vnto his friends, and cries, O Lord.
I am kept, for not keeping of my word.
Epigr. 35.
Antiquitie, of learning holding deareMade vawtes, and goodly shrines to close it in.
And raisde her stately pillars yeare by yeare.
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Our age hath razd those goodly moniments.
And pearst the temples where the muses lay,
To all succeeding times astonishment.
Digging for ignorance out of their clay.
Yet spare that little which is not defast,
While her decayes doe suffer her to stand:
You which that ritch and pretious balme do wast,
Which did so sweetly smell in all our land:
And for your Prince, and countries sake relent.
Yours is the sinne, thers is the punishment.
Epigr. 36.
In quiet sleepe a iudgement seat I sawe,Two brought as guilty to their triall, when
The quest was chargde according to the lawe
To giue their verditt on these silly men.
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Acquited was, the innocent betrayde.
Then stoode I vp (although I had no skill,
To pleade before a iudge,) and this I said,
This is no iurie things of right to trye,
But to say trueth, this is an iniurie.
Epigr. 37.
If I dreame Epigrams, I doe as they.Which vse to dreame of what they did the day,
Epigr. 38. Ad Georgium Morton, armig. de Truta a se capta.
Morton how foolish was this silly trowte,Which quickly sawe, and pertly plaide about
The little flye, of bignesse of a pinn.
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So men doe oft which greedy are of gaine.
Eyde to their profit, but blinde to their paine.
Epigr. 39. De Richardo Tharliono.
Who taught me pleasant follies, can you tell?I was not taught and yet I did excell.
T'is harde to learne with out a president.
T'is harder to make folly excellent.
I sawe, yet had no light to guide mine eyes.
I was extold for that which all despise.
Epigr. 40. De Barnei Poesi.
Barneus verse, (vnlesse I doe him wrong,)Is like a cupp of sacke, heady and strong.
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Epigr. 41.
Oeuus now olde and spent, and hard bestead.Taking much trauaile for a little bread.
Wisheth for youth in which he could endure,
To toyle, and sweate, and labour euery hower.
As if Prometheus eaten vp with paine.
Should wish his heart fresh to be gnawne againe.
Epigr. 42. Ad Guilielmum Arnoldum.
Arnold , the fathers Oracles profound,Sinke deep into mens hearing whē we cite them.
And sometimes Poets verse, beare such ground,
As great diuines diuinely do recite them.
And though the summ & substāce maine they beare
Whose setled studies yeeld that sweet encrease,
Yet sometimes with decorum we may heare.
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As when a father like a Poet creakes.
And when a Poet like a father speakes.
Epigr. 43. in Seuerum.
Seuerus would not haue me slacke my veyne,Nor vary sense to diuers kindes of writing,
Nor play with meanings which may ease my braine
And ease my reader if they doe not like him.
But I must racke my wits till all be spent,
That he may nothing but cry: excellent.
Finis Libri Sexti.
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Liber Septimus
Epigr. 1. Ad Lectorem.
If thou thinke, Reader, that desire of gayne,Hath mou'de me to indite or stir'de my veyne.
Or rather if thou thinke I vndertake,
To come vpon this stage for glories sake.
Ile giue thee all that profitt and that praise.
And make me but a Lawyer for three daies.
Epigr. 2. De Mathone.
Matho bethought what life him best might fitt,For basenes sake he scornd all occupation.
Studie he could not for he wanted witt.
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To loue, of all liues this life pleasde him best:
Till loue to all these euils him obiected.
To labour, study, fighting and the rest,
More these by all, then euer he suspected.
Thus they endure, which liue in louers state.
For one thing lou'de, a thousand things they hate.
Epigr. 3. In Cophum.
Cophus is a fine dancer and a trimme.A nimbler head to dance you haue not seene.
Dance you he danceth, cease yet danceth he.
Praise or dispraise him, yet about will he.
When you are weary he will hold it out.
When he is weary, he will skippe about.
All that behold are weary, and are gone.
Yet Cophus danceth being left alone,
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Me thinkes Cophus doth dance when he doth go.
Epigr. 4.
Sextus is thrall to goold, as many be,But hath it in his chest, happy is he.
Dacus three ships do cut the Ocean waue.
What neede he grudge to be a goolden slaue?
Misus good land by coueting hath got.
I am a thrall to goold, and haue it not.
Epigr. 5. De Fortuna sua.
I see good Fortune runne before,As Palinurus sawe the shoare.
And if I die before it hitch,
Welfare mine eyes for they be rich.
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Epigr. 6. Ad Thomam Strangwayes de Martialis Epigrammate, Aurum & opes & rura, &c.
Goold, wealth, and gleab, how many friends will yeeld?But few in witt will giue place to their friend.
Why Martiall? many haue goold wealth & gleab
But few haue witt, if so our strife hath ende.
And sooth se sayes Strangwaies, but yet I would,
That I for want of witt might say heers goold.
Epigr. 7. ad Lectorem.
Reader I warne thee, now the second time,Stand not vpon th' exactnes of my rime.
I'admitt a small to shunn a great offence.
Better ten rimes should perish then one sense.
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Epigr. 8. In Carum.
When Carus dy'de these were the last he spake,O friend's take heed Tobaccho was my death.
You that can iudge tell me for Carus sake,
He which dy'de so, dy'de he for want of breath?
If so he did, then am I more in doubt
How breath being taken in, may blow breath out?
Epigr. 9. De senectute & iuuentute.
Age is deformed, youth vnkinde,We scorne their bodies, they our minde.
Epigr. 10. Ad Iohannem Sooche.
Thou with the last sweete doctor nam'de by me,Of any of thy name first in desart.
First in my loue, first placed in mine heart.
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To my desire inuention seemed scant,
Which now doth set thee forth & yet doth want,
Epigr. 11. De nouo orbe.
The worlds great Peers & mighty conqueroursWhose sword hath purchas'de thē eternal fame
If they suruiued in this age of ours,
Might add more glory to their lasting name.
For him which Carthage sackt and ouerthrewe,
We haue found out an other Africa.
Newe Gauls and Germaines Cæsar might subdue,
And Pompey great an other Asia.
But you O Christian Princes do not so.
Seeke not to conquer nations by the sworde,
Whom you may better quell and ouerthrowe,
By winning them to Christ and to his worde.
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And set not vp your standart, but his crosse.
Epigr. 12. De Moro & Caro patrono.
Morus presented to a fat benifice.Condition'd with Carus but for the tenth fleece
Post twentie yeeres seruice his patron did grutch,
And said that the tenth of the tenth was to much.
A quartell was picked, and sett was the day,
To sende insufficient Morus awaie:
When he was remoued and quite dispossest.
He shut vp the matter with this bitter iest.
Bala-ming his patron which did him this wrong,
Am not I thine asse which haue seru'd thee thus long
Epigr. 13. ad reginam Elizabetham.
Now fourty solemn feasts, thine english nation.Fedd with sweet peace & plentie all the while.
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O fayrer keeper of the iayrest yle.
Our first great ioyes with greater seconded.
Our second with succeeding ioyes defast,
They with the next extinct and vanished:
The next with greater ioyes, all with the last,
And yet thou liu'st to make vs yet more fayne,
And to set vp new triumphes and new pleasure,
To add more sweetnes to thy sweetest reigne.
To make more roome for ioy which knows no measure.
O liue as do the stars, which shine for euer.
And as the Sunne so rise, but set thou neuer.
Epigr. 14 ad eandem.
Eliza , thou hast spread a goolden peace,Ouer thy land thrise blessed by thy raigne,
And were it that some ciuill wars did cease,
Which in our selues deuided we sustaine:
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Landlordes and Tenants, raigning more and more.
Betweene the borrower and the vsurer.
Betweene so fewe rich, and so many poore:
Ours were the golden age, but these home iarres,
Houses, and fields and states haue ouerthrowne.
And spoyled vs no lesse then foreyne wars.
Thanke we this idle mischefe of our owne.
But who did heare, or who did euer read,
Peace without wars, or something else in stead.
Epigr. 15. In Misum.
First Misus coueted a peece of goold,Then a small house, and little garden plott.
Then copie land, and after a freeholde.
At last a shipp by coueting he got,
Then out he streched reaching auarice,
To a shippe loade with goolde, and by degrees,
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Then to a mine of goold he swiftly flees.
Then greater Lordships he doth seaze vpon.
No goold can still his bottomles desire.
Nothing can scape his goold, he presseth on,
And to all India lastly doth aspire.
Where now a little mine hath him inhold,
Where is nor house, garden, land, ship nor goold.
Epigr. 16. Ad Comitem Essexæ.
How hath a little chance great fortune crost?The Spanish fleete euen balased with goolde,
A narrow misse did snatch out of our holde,
Which we nere had, but yet desire as lost.
But if this losse must purchase thy returne.
And buy thee out of danger emminent,
How rich are we by loosing, and content,
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More thou art fearde then any losse of Spayne
Deurox, and England loues thee more then gaine.
Epigr. 17.
Rome hath a barrayne vine, yet doth not spareWith a strong hedge to compasse her about.
We haue the true vine, which we do not care
To fence against the wilde boares rooting out.
If my poore prayers may be heard in time,
I would we had their hedge, or they our vine.
Epigr. 18. In Caium.
Caius hath brought from forraine landes,A sootie wench with many handes.
Which doe in goolden letters say,
She is his wife not stolne away.
He mought haue sau'de with small discretion,
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For none that seeth her face and making,
Will iudge her stolne but by mistaking.
Epigr. 19. De nauo in facie Faustinæ.
Faustina hath a spott vpon her face,Mixt with sweete beawty making for her grace.
By what sweete influence it was begott,
I know not, but it is a spotlesse spott.
Epigr. 20. De eadem.
As with fresh meates mixture of salt is meete,And vinegere doth relish well the sweete.
So in fayre faces moulds somtimes arise,
Which serue to stay the surfeyte of our eyes.
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Epigr. 22.
If a poore minister haue done amisse,Then his high calling is obiected to him.
High to all wrong I grant our calling is,
And great and wonderous to our vndoing,
But they which set vs high to all disgrace,
In honour put vs to the lowest place.
Epigr. 23. Ad Thomam Strangwaies.
Strangwaies leaue London & her sweet contents,Or bring them downe to me to make me glad.
And giue one month to country meriments.
Giue me a fewe daies for the yeeres I had.
The Poets songs and sports we will reade ouer,
Which in their goolden quire they haue resounded
And spill our readings one vpon another,
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Nulam shall lend vs night in midst of day,
When to the euen valley we repaire.
When we delight our selues with talke or play,
Sweete with the infant grasse and virgine ayre.
These in the heate, but in the euen later,
Weele walke the meads, and read trowts in the water.
Epigr. 24. In Mathonem.
Matho with angry countenance threatned me.For that I toucht him in a verse of mine.
I said I knewe it not, not so quoth he?
That can I shew: and pointed to the rime.
So he accusde himselfe, for had not he,
He might haue kept concealements close for me.
Epigr. 25.
Stand, want, and waite, doe what you can.172
Their doors are made to shut thee out,
Or let thee in to goe without.
Their goolde their idoll they doe make.
Should they for thee their God forsake.
Fye filthy muckers tis not so.
Ye erre, God is not goold I know.
But if he did consist of pelfe,
What would you haue him all your selfe?
Epigr. 26.
Philo in friendly sort saluteth me,And feedes me with embrasing courtesie.
But what of these sith he hath wronged me?
Thus doe I suffer Philoes courtesie.
Epigr. 27.
Th' arke-Angell Michaell looketh wan & blewe,173
More then his neighbour Mathew: as men say,
Because he hath to many debts to pay.
Epigr. 28 De infante mortuo ante partum.
The infant lying in the mothers wombe,Through vnknowne griefe & vnsuspected death
Resing'd not fully yet receiued breath.
And so lay buried in a liuing tombe.
The wofull mothers heart this so did greeue.
She wisht it had bin buried aliue.
Epigr. 29. In Causidicos.
Ovr vice, our outrage and malitiousnesse,Set ouer vs newe maisters and new lawes.
Which preying on our wicked simplenesse.
Do grow so great by minishing the cause.
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Epigr. 30.
He which an elder seeking to defame,Reueales his secret to his enemies.
Deserues the heauy curse of wicked Cham,
Which did contemne his fathers priuities.
The Sire was dronke, and yet the plague did light,
Vpon the sonne which scornd a sinfull sight.
Epigr. 31.
Clerkes to their liuings wedded once did thriue,From which some are diuourst and yet do wiue,
Then Moses lawe tooke holde, the brother dead,
The brother should suruiuing raise him seed.
But we succeding husbands can haue none.
Which are so wicked husbands to our owne,
The wife tofore which many husbands had,
With their soft rayment and rich iewels clad.
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Tyr'de like a Princesse and without compaire.
VVe haue cast of from her owne blood & kinne.
To serue a stranger and to stoope to him,
And she alreadie groanes as thrall indeed,
And we yet liuing stinke of this foule deede.
VVhat should the enemie do with barbrous knife?
Learne of the husband to torment the wife?
Wolues to your selues, vipers to your own mother.
And caterpillers eatinge one an other.
Epigr. 32
How deerly doth the simple husband buy,His wiues defect of will when she doth dye?
Better in death by will to lett her giue,
Then let her haue her will while she doth liue.
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Epigr. 33. De Poeta Martiali.
Martiall in Rome full thirtie yeares had spent,Then went he home, was not that banishment?
Epigr. 34. In Lætum.
Letus in vertuous manners may excell,But what neede hath he so rath to be good?
His strength of body which he knowes to well,
His life forbids him and his youthly blood.
Thus vice and pleasure haue our strength & prime,
And vertue hath, the leauings of them both.
She hath the orts and parings of our time.
Then when euen sinne our cation course doth loath,
We may be good, but must be aged furst.
Thus we are good neuer, or at our worst.
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Epigr. 35. Epitaph: Iohannis Sande.
Who would liue in others breath?Fame deceiues the dead mans trust.
Since our names are chang'de in death.
Sand I was, and now am dust.
Epigr. 36. De puero balbutiente.
Me thinkes tis pretie sport to heare a childe,Rocking a worde in mouth yet vndefild.
The tender racket rudely playes the sound,
Which weakely banded cannot backe rebound,
And the soft ayre the softer roofe doth kisse,
With a sweete dying and a pretie misse.
Which heares no answere yet from the white ranke
Of teeth, not risen from their corall banke.
The alphabet is searcht for letters soft,
To trye a worde before it can be wrought.
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As when a man doth walke vpon the yce.
Epigr. 37.
Svch was my griefe vpon my fatall fall,That all the world me thought was darke withall
And yet I was deceiued as I knowe.
For when I proou'de I found it nothing so
I shewde the Sunn my lamentable sore.
The Sunne did see and shined as before.
Then to the Moone did I reueale my plight.
She did deminish nothing of her light.
Then to the stars I went and lett them see,
No not a starre would shine the lesse for me.
Go wretched man, thou seest thou art forlorne.
Thou seest the heauēs laugh while thou dost mourn.
Epigr. 38.
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I made him for the homely countries tast.
They loue not spice, they vse not feede on past.
If he haue salt enough then let him go.
You haue no neede to put in pepper to.
Epigr. 39. Ad Do. Mountioy.
If in these naked lines perhaps be ought,Great Lord, which your conceipt or sense may fit,
Then had that dy'de and perisht from your thought
Had not audacious neede preserued it.
If neede haue well done, I am glad therfore.
But I be seech you lett her do no more.
Epigr. 40. ad Lectorem.
If my bookes easie of digestion be,Thanke not my matter reader but thanke me,
How many verses haue I cancelled?
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I suffer Epigrams to sprowte forth, when
I vse mine arte, and prune them with my pen.
For he that will write Epigrams indeed,
Must vse to wring the meaning till it bleede.
Epigr. 41. in Sabellum.
Biting Sabellus hereat takes offence,Because I lay not open all my sense.
All must be plaine, and nothing I must hide,
There must be notes at ende, and notes by side.
There must be nothing fett, and nothing strayned,
The reader must delighted be, not payned,
But I am of an other minde, for why
Should not he take some paines a well as I?
Epigr. 42.
Ovr vice is runne beyond all olde mens sawes,181
And scorning vertues safe and goolden meane.
Sits vncontrolde vpon the high extreame,
Circes thynne monsters painted out the hue,
Of fayned filthinesse, but ours is trewe.
Our vice puts downe all prouerbes and all theames,
Our vice excels all fables and all dreames.
Epigr. 43.
Whē books & poore men, they their parish burnedThese their low houses raz'd & ouerturned,
Are driuen to seeke, changing their olde repayre,
They in the ground, these dwelling in the ayre.
When sport is made of damned fornication.
And vsurie an honest occupation.
When dull, cramde, grosse, and swollen gluttony,
Scornes wholsome temperance with leaden eye.
When pride like polling miller sits vpon.
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When holy tithes the highest callings price,
Make iags for coates, and fuell for the dice
May we not well O times, on manners cry?
This were an ease, it were no remedie.
Epigr. 44. In Brillum.
Brillus tolde such a tale as neuer manDid heare, or thinke of since the world began.
Tw'as not of murther strange, nor filthinesse,
Nor open wrong, nor secret wickednesse;
Nor legend tale, nor ancient poets fable,
Nor such as parasites do tell at table.
It was nor monstrous lie, nor pleasant fiction,
Nor of affirming, nor of contradiction.
All writers, trauellers, merchants are to seeke,
Yea Iohn deuiser neuer tolde the like.
It was a tale of oaths abhominable.
God was the iest, and our dread Christ the fable.
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Epigr. 45.
Lætus did in his mistresse quarrell, die,Quintus was slayne defending of the lie.
Germanus in his friendes defence did fall.
Sakellus died striuing for the wall.
Merus did spend his life vpon a aiest.
Sannius lost it at a dronken feast.
Mirus at Sundaies wake, reueng'de the wrong,
Of his bull dogge, vntill he lay along.
What sayst thou now contemn'de religion?
Vice hath her Saynts and martyrs, thou hast none.
Epigr. 46. In Porum.
Bitus desired Porus of his grace,That in his seruice he might haue a place.
He sayde he was of honest occupation.
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He knewe no wicked meanes to fill his purse,
But Porus answred, he likes him the worse.
Epigr. 47. De Hominis Ortu & sepultura.
Nature which headlong into life doth thring vswith our feet forward to our graue doth bring vs
What is lesse ours, then this our borrowed breath,
We stumble into life we goe to death.
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