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His Divine Weekes And Workes with A Compleate Collectio[n] of all the other most delight-full Workes: Translated and written by yt famous Philomusus: Iosvah Sylvester

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EPIGRAMS & EPITAPHES vpon Warre and Peace.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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EPIGRAMS & EPITAPHES vpon Warre and Peace.

Vpon the League.

France , without cause thou doost complain
Against the League for wronging thee.
Sh' hath made thee large amends again,
With more then common vsurie:
For, for thy one King which she slew,
Sh' hath given thee now a thousand new.

Vpon the taking of Paris.

1

When Paris (happily) was wonne
With small or no endangering,
Such sudden common ioy begunne,
That one would say (t'haue seen the thing)
Th'King took not Paris, Paris took the King.

2

O rarest sight of ioyfull woe,
Adorned with delightfull dread;
When Henry with one selfe-same showe,
Conquer'd at once and triumphed!

3

Sith thee from danger and distress to free,
The King thus took, or rather entred thee;
Paris, it was not in stern Mars his Moneth,
But in the month that mild Astræa owneth.

Vpon the fall of the Millars-bridge.

1

The Millars, in the River drown'd,
While Paris was beleaguerd round;
To die were all resolv'd in minde,
Because they had no more to grinde.

2

Then was their fittest time to die,
Because they might intend it best:
But their intent was contrary,
Because they then liv'd so at rest.

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3

As, after long sharp famine, som (forlorn)
Of surfet Die, their greediness is such:
This Mill-bridge, having fasted long from corn,
Is drown'd (perhaps) for having ground too-much.

Vpon the recouerie of Amiens.

[1]

I know not which may seem most admirable;
To take or re-take such a Cities force:
But, yet I knowe which is most honourable,
To take by fraud, or to re-take by force.

2

Each where they sing a thousand waies
The glorie of this enterprise:
But yet of all their merry Layes,
The best is still in the Re-prise.

3

Hernand was happy by this Enterprise,
To take so soon our Amiens without blowe:
More happy yet, to die yer the Re-prise,
Else had he dy'd for shame to leaue it so.

Vpon the Reduction of Nantes.

Nantes would not yeeld so soon (they sayd)
Nor be recovered so good cheap:
And yet, for all defence it made,
'T was made to make the Britton Leap.

Vpon Peace.

1

Souldiers, late prest, are now supprest;
Crost and cassierd from further pay:
Yet will they (in this time of rest)
Take vp their lendings by the Way.

2

This Peace (it seemeth) doth not sound
To all the world; for, every-where
More Sergeants now do goe the Round,
Then Souldiers yerst accustom'd were.

Vpon Captaine Cobbler.

A merry Cobbler left the wars,
To turn vnto his Occupation:
And, asked by his Customers
The reason of his alteration:
'T hath pleas'd (quoth he) the King t'ordain
That each his office take again.

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Vpon Warre.

Heere, vnder this huge heap of stones
Lately enterr'd lies cruell Warre:
Pray God long rest her soule and bones
Yet, there is nothing worse for her.

Vpon Rowland Rob-Church.

Heer lyeth Rowland, that was lately slain,
In robbing of a wealthy Chappell, spyde:
Yet I beleeue he doth in heav'n remain,
Sith onely for the Churches Good he dyde.

Vpon Captaine Catch.

Heer vnder, Captain Catch is layd,
Who six times chang'd from side to side;
Of neither side (it seem'd) afraid:
He wore a white Scarfe when he dyde:
Yet som suspect (and so do I)
For his inconstance showen before,
That to the Black-band he did fly:
But now he can reuolt no more.

Vpon Sir Nequam Neuter.

Heer lyeth he, who the more safe to prey
On both sides; Neuter, between both abode:
Whither his Soule is gone, I cannot say,
Sith he was, nor for Diuell, nor for God.
Pax omnibus vna.
FINIS.