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Pleasant dialogues and dramma's

selected out of Lucian, Erasmus, Textor, Ovid, &c. ... By Tho. Heywood

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Epig. ex Theod. Beza.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

Epig. ex Theod. Beza.

To his Library having beene sometime absent thence.

1. Salvete incolumes mei Libelli,
Meæ deliciæ, mei lepores, &c.

Hayle to my bookes safe and in sight.
You, all my mirth; my choice delight.
My Cicero and Plinies both,
All haile to you; whom I was loath
To leave one minut: Cato, Columel,
My Varro, Livy, all are well.
Hayle to my Plautus, Terence too,
And Ovid say, how dost thou doe?
My Fabius, my Propertius,
And those not least belov'd of us,
Greeke Authors, exquisite all o're,
And whom I should have nam'd before,
Because of their Cothurnat straine,
And Homer then, whom not in vaine,
The people stil'd great: next I see
My Aristotle, hayle to thee
Plato, Tymæus, and the rest
Of you who cannot be exprest
In a phaleucik number; all,
Hayle to my Bookes in generall
Againe, and thrice, againe all hayle,

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And may my prayer thus far prevaile,
O you my best lov'd bookes I pray,
(For I have beene sixe dayes away)
My absence yee will not distaste,
But with this love I left you last
You will receive me, which I vow,
Was fervent and sincere to you,
And if you grant this small request,
I further unto you protest,
Henceforth from you Ile be away
No weeke, no weeke said I? no day,
No day? no houre shall loose my care,
No minutes space that I can spare.