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Parnassi Puerperium

or, Some Well-wishes to ingenuity, in the Translation of Six Hundred, of Owen's Epigrams; Martial de Spectaculis, or of Rarities to be seen in Rome; and the most Select, in Sir Tho. More...
Pecke, Thomas
  
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OWEN'S EPIGRAMS: THE FIRST BOOK.
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THE SECOND BOOK.
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THE THIRD BOOK.
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Libellus de Spectaculis:
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Certain Select EPIGRAMS, Translated Out of the Works of that upright Lord Chancellor, and facetious Poet, Sr THO. MORE, &c.
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HEROICK EPIGRAMS, Upon Some choice Passages in the LIVES of the Twelve CÆSARS, And other worthy Subjects.
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Epigrams upon Various Subjects.
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1. To His Serene Highnesse, Richard, Lord Protector, &c.
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2. To the Right Honourable, the Lord Chief Justice Glyn.
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3. To the Right Honourable Oliver. St. John, Lord Chief Justice of the Common Pleas.
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4. To the Right Honourable, the Lord Chief Baron Widdrington: And his Brother, Mr. University-Orator.
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5. To Sir Edmund Prideaux, Attorney-General.
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6. To those Excellent Conveyancers, Sir Orlando Bridgman; and the worthy Mr. Geofry Palmer.
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7. To Mr. Recorder, of the celebrious City of London.
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8. To the Learned Lawyer, and Eloquent Pleader, Henneage Finch, Esquire.
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9. To his Honoured Cousin Edward Peck, of the Inner Temple, Esquire.
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10. To a certain old Barrister.
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11. To his most indulgent Grandmother, Mrs. Anne Talbot.
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12. To his Honourable Father.
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13. To his Honourable Mother.
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14. To his Highly valued Uncle, Thomas Pecke of Spixworth, Esquire.
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15. To the worthy Mr. Philips, late Usher of the Free-school of Norwich.
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16. To his very loving School-master, Mr. Tho. Lovering.
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17. To his Endeared Tutor, Mr. Will. Naylour, Senior Fellow, of Gon. and Cai. Colledge in Cambridge.
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18. To the highly deserving Dr. Love, Master of Corpus Christi Colledge in Cambridge.
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19. To the learned Doctor Brown.
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20. To the Celebrated Doctor Scarborowe.
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21. To the Honourable John Lord Herbert.
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22. To the Honourable Lord Richardson.
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23. To those Eminent Members of Parliament, Sir Horatio Townshead; and Sir William Doyle.
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24. To the Noble Sir William Paston.
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25. To his highly valued Cousin, Will. Bloys, Esq; Author of that celebrated Book, call'd Modern Policy.
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26. To the grave and wise Gentleman, Mr. Tuthill.
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27 To the Fair Lady, his Daughter.
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28. To that profound Grecian, Mr. Duport, President of Trinity Coll. in Cambridge.
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29. To his worthy Friends Work, John Sherman, B. D. Author of that Pious Work, styl'd White Salt.
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30. To the Egregious Poet, Sir Will. Davenant.
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31. To his Adopted Uncle, James Howel Esquire.
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32. To the lover of Ingenuity, Tho. Stanly Esq;.
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33. To his Loving Friend, Mr. Payn Fisher.
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34. To Mr. John Ogilbie.
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35. To his Loving Friend Edmund Wharton, M. A. and Fellow of Gon. and Cai. Coll. in Cambridge.
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36. Upon Home-Spun, One of the Ordinary sort of Preachers.
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37. An Epigram, that should have been inserted, into a Book of the Authors, called Advice to Balaams Asse: under the Emblem of a Dog, barking at the Moon.
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38. There was also intended for that Book, the Picture of an Asse, (in reference to the Title,) with this Epigram.
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39. Upon the Parliament, that voted down the Universities.
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40. Upon Owen.
  
Verses made Ex tempore, and writ in a Ladies book; occasioned by a Friends recital, of that well-known Fancy of Doctor Corbets; Little Lute, when I am gone, &c. And referring to the Covers of a singing Book, Painted with Slips of Flowers, to several statues, which were there view'd; and bitter Cherries, tasted of by the Author. The Lady being absent, &c.

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27 To the Fair Lady, his Daughter.

Acquaintance with your Father, Me commands;
Humbly to Kiss your Ladiships snow-Hands.
I dare not approach nigh; accept my Muse:
As she's a Virgin, you cannot Refuse.
I shall not muster up Hyperboles;
To make you Rival, to the Deities.
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Pallas, your Soul; Juno, your Fortune Grace:
Venus sits smiling, on your lovely Face.
You need no Poetry: these great Truths are;
That, Madam! you are Vertuous, Wise; Rich, Fair.
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