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<P><HI>Innocui Sales.</HI></P>
<P>A COLLECTION OF NEW EPIGRAMS. VOL. I.</P>
<P>WITH A PRAEFATORY ESSAY ON <HI>Epigrammatic Poetry.</HI></P>
<Q>Epigrammatarius omnium Scenarum Homo.</Q>
<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed by <HI>T. Hodgkin;</HI> and are to be Sold by <HI>Matth. Gillyflower,</HI> in <HI>We&s;tmin&s;ter-Hall,</HI> 1694.</P>
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<HEAD>A PREFATORY ESSAY ON Epigrammatic Poetry.</HEAD>
<P>'TIS &s;trange that in &s;uch an improving Age as ours, when <HI>Wit</HI> and <HI>Learning</HI> run &s;o high, that among all the parts of <HI>polite literature,</HI> and &s;o many &s;ucce&s;sful Attempts in <HI>plea&s;ing</HI> and <HI>in&s;tructive Poetry,</HI> &s;o few <HI>Engli&s;h Men,</HI> tho' invited thereto by the Example of that great Ma&s;ter in Poetry <HI>Ben. John&s;on,</HI> have &s;ince his time addicted them&s;elves to write <HI>Epi|grams.</HI></P>
<P>And the more &s;trange (if that be true which the Great <HI>Verulam</HI> in his <HI>Advancement of Learning</HI> a&s;&s;erts, That <HI>Poetry was ever thought to have &s;ome participation of Divinity</HI>) &s;ince in this Age tho&s;e of the be&s;t parts are very impatient of hearing <HI>long Sermons,</HI> even now that <HI>Pulpit-Ora|tory</HI> is at the noble&s;t height it ever was &s;ince the <HI>Apo&s;tle's</HI> time; and yet they endure not only to
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<HI>write,</HI> but to <HI>read long Poems,</HI> as if <HI>Poetry</HI> were not as expre&s;&s;ive as <HI>Oratory,</HI> and a great deal might not be &s;aid in a few Lines of <HI>Ver&s;e</HI> as well as <HI>Pro&s;e.</HI></P>
<P>The mo&s;t Ancient <HI>Philo&s;ophy</HI> was wrote in <HI>Hiero|glyphicks</HI> cut or graven upon <HI>Statues, Columns, Obelisks,</HI> and the like; afterwards when the inter|pretative <HI>Tradition</HI> of tho&s;e <HI>Hieroglyphicks</HI> was lo&s;t or varied, they wrote or engraved &s;hort Sen|tences in words at length, which were call'd <HI>Epi|grams</HI> or <HI>In&s;criptions,</HI> and the&s;e in <HI>Pro&s;e</HI> or <HI>Ver&s;e</HI> as it happened.</P>
<P>But <HI>Poetry</HI> and <HI>Philo&s;ophy</HI> being contempora|ries, the be&s;t <HI>In&s;criptions</HI> or <HI>Epigrams</HI> were for the mo&s;t part in <HI>Ver&s;e.</HI></P>
<P>The fir&s;t &s;ort of the&s;e were indeed <HI>plain, &s;imple,</HI> and <HI>natural,</HI> without any affectation of either <HI>Wit</HI> or <HI>Humour,</HI> &s;uch as that of <HI>Pau&s;anias</HI> in <HI>Thucydides.</HI></P>
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<L><HI>Pau&s;anias</HI> chiefs of Greeks, the <HI>Medians</HI> routed,</L>
<L>This Monument to <HI>Phoebus</HI> he devoted.</L>
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<P>This was as <HI>ea&s;ie</HI> and <HI>un&s;tudied</HI> as we can ima|gine; but they were not long contented with this plainne&s;s. That of <HI>Ari&s;totle</HI> upon his Friend and Ma&s;ter <HI>Plato</HI> aims at &s;omething higher.</P>
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<L>This Stone to <HI>Plato Ari&s;totle</HI> rai&s;ed</L>
<L>To him, who mu&s;t not be, by bad men, prais'd.</L>
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<P>But very low and humble if we con&s;ider the great <HI>Genius</HI> of the <HI>Author,</HI> and the <HI>Dignity</HI> of the <HI>Sub|ject;</HI> yet the conci&s;ene&s;s and the vivacity of this <HI>Epi|gram</HI> is much more admirable than any of tho&s;e three which <HI>Naevius, Plautus,</HI> and <HI>Pacuvius</HI> made for their own Monuments; the be&s;t of the three in the Judgment of <HI>A. Gellius</HI> is that of the la&s;t; which that great Critick doth not &s;tick to call <HI>Epigramma verecundi&s;&s;imum &amp; puri&s;&s;imum dignumque ejus eleganti&s;&s;ima gravitate,</HI> and this it is:</P>
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<L><HI>Adole&s;cens, tame<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;i properas, hoc te Saxum rogat</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ut ad &s;e ad&s;picias, deinde quod Scriptum e&s;t legas:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Hic &s;unt Po<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">tae Pacuvii Marci &s;ita</HI></L>
<L><HI>O&s;&s;a, hoc volebam ne&s;cius ne e&s;&s;es, Vale.</HI></L>
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<L>Youth, tho' thou art in ha&s;te, yet this Stone prays,</L>
<L>T'wards it thoud'&s;t look, and then read what it &s;ays;</L>
<L><HI>Pacuvius</HI> the Poets Bones here lye,</L>
<L>This I was willing thou &s;hou'd&s;t know; God b'ye.</L>
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<P><PB REF="6">I don't know whether I have tran&s;lated it with that <HI>elegant Gravity,</HI> but I have kept to the &s;ence, and cannot but wonder that &s;o Noble a Critick as <HI>A. Gellius</HI> &s;hould be&s;tow &s;uch Epithites upon a Piece that de&s;erves not the reading (as the fir&s;t word in|deed intimates) of any but Boys; for
<Q>Hic &s;unt Poetae Pacuvii Marci O&s;&s;a,</Q>
was as much as any Man would de&s;ire to know; but that was a Melancholly Subject for a Man to write his own Epitaph, and &s;o let it pa&s;s.</P>
<P>Nor mu&s;t we from hence conclude how little <HI>Wit</HI> was nece&s;&s;ary to an <HI>Epigram</HI> among the <HI>Ancients,</HI> nor on the other &s;ide dare I affirm with &s;ome <HI>Modern Criticks,</HI> that the rea&s;on why &s;o few lay out their Talent in this vein, is, that it is an exceeding <HI>dif|ficult Undertaking</HI> to make a <HI>good Epigram.</HI></P>
<P>And if either of the&s;e two different Propo&s;itions be true, Viz. <HI>That a little Wit will &s;erve,</HI> or, <HI>That 'tis hard to write a good Epigram,</HI> the <HI>Book&s;eller</HI> will meet with very few <HI>A&s;&s;i&s;tants,</HI> I doubt, to this <HI>well-de&s;igned Undertaking:</HI> For fir&s;t, if that will do which every body is Ma&s;ter of, the more <HI>refined Under&s;tandings</HI> will not engage them&s;elves in Con|cert with the <HI>Vulgar,</HI> they'll look upon it as a le&s;&s;en|ing of them&s;elves, to go in among the Crowd of pre|tenders.</P>
<P>But this Propo&s;ition is <HI>fal&s;e;</HI> for a <HI>little Wit</HI> will not &s;erve in proportion to the bigne&s;s of the Poem;
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there is much <HI>more Wit</HI> required in an Epigram, than in any other Poem proportionably to the number of lines; for tho' <HI>&s;imple Epigrams,</HI> who&s;e chief <HI>Or|donnance</HI> or <HI>De&s;ign</HI> is <HI>Narration,</HI> do not require <HI>much Wit;</HI> yet of the <HI>five &s;orts of Epigrams</HI> into which <HI>J. Cae&s;. Scaliger</HI> divides this kind of Poetry, viz. <HI>Mel, Fel, acetum, Sal, &amp; &s;pecies mixta,</HI> i. e. &s;weet, bitter, &s;harp, &s;alt, and the mix'd &s;ort; not any of the four fir&s;t can con&s;i&s;t without <HI>Wit,</HI> or that which is in&s;tead of it, and &s;ometimes preferable to it, <HI>humour;</HI> but the <HI>fifth,</HI> viz. the <HI>Compo&s;ite</HI> or <HI>mix'd &s;ort,</HI> even of tho&s;e Contemporary with the forementioned <HI>Greek</HI> ones, are not only formed with the <HI>true&s;t Judgment,</HI> and <HI>dre&s;s'd up</HI> in the <HI>riche&s;t</HI> and <HI>fine&s;t Language,</HI> but <HI>animated</HI> likewi&s;e with all the <HI>warmths</HI> of <HI>&s;trong</HI> and <HI>lively Invention:</HI> And as I know no rea&s;on why the <HI>Collector</HI> or <HI>Compiler</HI> of the <HI>Greek Antho|logy</HI> &s;hould be &s;ucce&s;sful above all that ever &s;elected choice Epigrams, and who have had the Fortune to leave out as good as &s;ome they put in; &s;o we &s;hould have been more beholding to him, if his Will or Abilities had furni&s;hed us with double the number out of tho&s;e admirable Greek Epigrammati&s;ts. <HI>Palla|das, Theaetetus</HI> the Poet, <HI>Straton, Theodorus, Lu|cillius Tarraeus, Athenaeus</HI> the Poet, <HI>Democritus</HI> the Poet, <HI>Archytas</HI> the Poet, <HI>Dorias, Dorus, Ery|cius,</HI> and many others; be&s;ide <HI>Archimelus,</HI> who had 5000 Bu&s;hels of Wheat &s;ent him by <HI>Hiero</HI> for one Epigram upon a new built Ship.</P>
<P><PB REF="7">The <HI>Latins</HI> took to this kind of Poetry in imitation of the <HI>Greeks,</HI> and well received it was at <HI>Rome;</HI> &s;carce any of the great Wits but &s;how'd their Abilities by venturing &s;omewhat this way. <HI>Val. Aedituus, Porcius Licinius, Q. Catulus, Q. Horten&s;ius</HI> the Orator, <HI>M. Brutus, Metellus, M. Octacilius, C. Val. Catullus, C. Licinius, M. T. Cicero, Laurea Tullius, Virgil, Seneca</HI> the Philo&s;opher, <HI>Martial, Claudian, Au&s;onius,</HI> &amp;c. tho' very little of all they wrote in that kind, hath come to our hands, unle&s;s it be of <HI>Catullus, Martial,</HI> and <HI>Au&s;onius;</HI> concerning the la&s;t of which three, I &s;ay heartily with <HI>Jul. Cae&s;ar. Scaliger Utinam Epigrammata ne Scrip&s;i&s;&s;et:</HI> Yet by what remains of any of the re&s;t, we can take as ju&s;t a Mea&s;ure of the Authors, <HI>Tanquam ex pede Hercules,</HI> as if they had left us no other of their Works; for as <HI>Virgil</HI> was the be&s;t of <HI>Poets,</HI> &s;o that one <HI>Epigram</HI> which introduced him into the fa|vour of the <HI>Roman Court,</HI> may challenge priority to any that was ever made,</P>
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<L><HI>Nocte pluit tota redeunt Spectacula mane,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Divi&s;um Imperium cum </HI>Jove Cae&s;ar<HI> habet.</HI></L>
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<L>All Night it rains, the Sights return next day;</L>
<L>Thus <HI>Jove</HI> and <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> bear an equal &s;way.</L>
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<P>as neat, as true, and as lofty a piece of Wit as ever came upon the Worlds Stage. <HI>Cicero</HI>'s Talent lay much in <HI>Exaggeration,</HI> and &s;o that piece of an <HI>Epi|gram,</HI>
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(for I can't think that <HI>Tetra&s;tick</HI> was all <HI>in fundum Varronis</HI>) Shows, and withall that he would never have made a good Poet; tho' we have &s;ome better Ver&s;es of his making, &s;till extant, than <HI>O For|tunatim Natam,</HI> which neverthele&s;s might be indu|&s;triou&s;ly made trivial, that the <HI>Cantatores Cyclici</HI> might &s;ing it to the Boys and Girls in the &s;treet, &s;uch like artifices of Popularity having ever been in u&s;e.</P>
<P><HI>Seneca</HI> in tho&s;e <HI>Epigrams</HI> we have of his, &s;peaks as &s;trongly the <HI>Philo&s;opher</HI> as in any of his Wri|tings,
<Q><L><HI>&mdash;Vive tibi, nam Moriere tibi.</HI></L>
<L>Live to your own good, as you mean to dye.</L></Q>
Comprehends a great part of his <HI>de Vita Beata:</HI> So
<Q><L><HI>&mdash;Lex e&s;t non poena perire;</HI></L>
<L>To die's the Law, and not the puni&s;hment;</L></Q>
is as high a Con&s;olation as an Heathen could arrive to.</P>
<P>To be brief, an Epigram gives as &s;trong and am|ple a proof of any Man's Abilities in Poetry, as the longe&s;t and mo&s;t elaborate piece can do. A Man's <HI>Wit, Judgment,</HI> and <HI>Literature,</HI> may be &s;een plain|ly in a <HI>few Lines (Prot&ograve;genis</HI> knew <HI>Apelles</HI>'s hand as well by drawing one line, as if he had painted a whole Figure) and that he writes no more, mu&s;t be im|puted to his want of Lei&s;ure, Indu&s;try or Ambition.</P>
<P><PB REF="8">As to the other <HI>Propo&s;ition,</HI> that <HI>'tis hard to write a good Epigram,</HI> 'tis true; but then they who write <HI>many,</HI> may find excu&s;e; he who writes <HI>&s;ome good,</HI> may afford to publi&s;h <HI>&s;ome indifferent:</HI> If Mon&s;ieur <HI>Rapin</HI>'s Judgment may pa&s;s, who &s;aith <HI>'tis &s;ufficient to have made one admirable Epi|gram in a Mans life.</HI> And <HI>Martial,</HI> who wrote the mo&s;t good One's, hath wrote likewi&s;e the mo&s;t of an other Character of any in the World; I don't mean only the <HI>La&s;civious Ones,</HI> wherein he hath betray'd his want of judgment; for to write wantonly is as great an incontinency of the <HI>Mind,</HI> as to act it is of the Body; but in many of his other <HI>Epigrams,</HI> a|mong his <HI>Xenia</HI> or <HI>Apophoreta</HI> e&s;pecially, I can't for my part ta&s;te one Grain of <HI>Salt,</HI> or any thing that will pa&s;s in this Age for <HI>Wit:</HI> Many of his <HI>Epi|grams</HI> are guilty likewi&s;e of <HI>Scurrility,</HI> which is mean always, and degenerous;</P>
<Q>&mdash;Non e&s;t jocus e&s;&s;e Malignum. <BIBL>Sen. in Epigr.</BIBL></Q>
<P>But for the many good Ones he hath wrote, he hath neverthele&s;s obtain'd the Reputation of having form'd proper De&s;igns, carried 'em on clearly, and fully, in numerous and well-cho&s;e Words; concluding for the mo&s;t part with &s;omething pointed, which the Vulgar take to be the be&s;t part of an <HI>Epigram,</HI> and in which the form of it chiefly con&s;i&s;ts: But if that were true, <HI>Catullus</HI> can &s;carce come into the Number of <HI>Epi|grammati&s;ts,</HI> tho' the Learned place him <HI>fir&s;t,</HI> who is
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not only very unequal to him&s;elf, as being now &s;weet, then har&s;h; now forced, by and by flowing; &s;ometimes brisk, and otherwhiles flat; but he very often wants that <HI>poinancy</HI> in the latter end, and rather &s;hines throughout the <HI>whole Epigram</HI> than in the <HI>Clo&s;e.</HI></P>
<P>His broad <HI>Ob&s;cenity</HI> &s;ometimes pa&s;&s;es among the Injudicious for Wit; a Fault of Youth which he li|ved not long enough to correct, dying at the Age of Thirty: But his <HI>Latin</HI> is <HI>delicate</HI> and <HI>pure,</HI> beyond all contradiction, otherwi&s;e I doubt not but <HI>Andreas Naugerius,</HI> who, as <HI>Paulus Jovius</HI> tells us, every Year on a certain Day dedicated to the <HI>Mu&s;es,</HI> burnt all the Volumes of <HI>Martial</HI> he could get; would have be&s;towed &s;ome Co&s;t likewi&s;e on <HI>Catullus,</HI> in&s;tead of pretending the Ceremony done to his <HI>Manes;</HI> who comes as &s;hort of <HI>Martial</HI>'s <HI>Wit</HI> and <HI>Fancy,</HI> as <HI>Martial</HI> doth of his <HI>Turn</HI> and <HI>Expre&s;&s;ions.</HI></P>
<P>But an <HI>Apothegm,</HI> a <HI>Par<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">noma&s;ia,</HI> a <HI>Pun,</HI> a <HI>Quibble,</HI> and indeed any manner of <HI>Point,</HI> is the lea&s;t part of an <HI>Epigram;</HI> and they who will always e&s;teem it &s;o, may e&s;cape their Fate, who had rather many times lo&s;e their Je&s;t than their Friend. And were a &s;hort and witty <HI>Poem</HI> as <HI>full</HI> a definition of an <HI>Epigram,</HI> as it is a <HI>common</HI> one, 'twould be ea|&s;ier to write <HI>Epigrams</HI> than any <HI>other Poetry:</HI> But that definition is imperfect, there being few Ex|cellencies of <HI>Epic,</HI> and not many of <HI>Drammatick Poetry</HI> but are here required; here ought to be a <HI>re|gular De&s;ign,</HI> a <HI>clear</HI> and <HI>plain Narration, choice Epithites, proper Figures, &s;mart Expre&s;&s;ions, a</HI> hap|py
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Turn, and an <HI>entertaining Conceit:</HI> 'Tis a Poem that cannot be <HI>enlarged</HI> nor <HI>contracted;</HI> every thing mu&s;t be exact and perfect, becau&s;e the <HI>Reader</HI> will be more than ordinarily <HI>&s;harp</HI> and <HI>critical,</HI> he can take the whole to judge of at once, and is not &s;o tired by the length, as to let pa&s;s Faults for his own Ea&s;e; and if an <HI>Epigram</HI> hath but one <HI>Word</HI> a|mi&s;s, 'tis as much taken notice of, and the whole as much rejected, as if <HI>half a Page</HI> were faulty in a long Poem; This being in proportion to the whole, as that.</P>
<P>So that it is not the ea&s;ie&s;t thing to write well in this &s;ort of Poetry, in which &s;o few have excell'd, and of which we have &s;carce any exact <HI>Pattern</HI> and <HI>Example.</HI></P>
<P>There are indeed in <HI>Martial,</HI> Patterns as inimita|ble as the Odes of <HI>Horace;</HI> but there is in every one of his Books, &s;o much Trumpery mix'd, that eve|ry Reader mu&s;t be a proper Judge of Excellency, to know which to account the <HI>Standard,</HI> and which the <HI>Allay.</HI></P>
<P>The <HI>We&s;tmin&s;ter</HI> and the <HI>Ingol&s;tad</HI> Excerptions take in too <HI>many,</HI> the <HI>Eton</HI> too few; and tho' the <HI>late Tran&s;lator</HI> of <HI>Martial</HI> hath gone a Middle way, yet unle&s;s we knew who he is, his Authority cannot give any Rules; however, <HI>he</HI> hath render'd the Au|thor's Sence in <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> more commendably than he him&s;elf did in <HI>Latin,</HI> occa&s;ioning &s;uch Criticks as <HI>Jo. Pontanus,</HI> and <HI>Ra. Volaterrane</HI> to carp as much at his <HI>Style,</HI> as <HI>Ant. Muret</HI> and <HI>Lil. Gyraldus</HI> did at his <HI>Wit</HI> and <HI>Manners.</HI></P>
<P><PB REF="9">But, after all, the <HI>difficulty</HI> of <HI>Excelling</HI> hath <HI>not di&s;couraged</HI> the learned part of Mankind in all Ages from attempting to write <HI>Epigrams.</HI></P>
<P>We have not only the Example of <HI>Heathens,</HI> but of <HI>Chri&s;tians</HI> too of great Fame; <HI>Boethius,</HI> that No|ble and Pious Philo&s;opher, Pope <HI>Dama&s;us</HI> who a|dorned the Altars of St. <HI>Peter</HI> and St. <HI>Paul,</HI> and the Sepulchres of the Martyrs with <HI>Epigrams.</HI> Pope <HI>Sixtus III. Paulinus, Ennodius,</HI> Pope <HI>Urban VIII.</HI> and mo&s;t of the noble&s;t re&s;torers of Learning in the&s;e la&s;t Centuries, have given their Performances in this Kind an Equality to the choice&s;t of their Studies. <HI>Boi&s;&s;ard, Buchanan, Grotius, Gruter, Hein&s;ius, Petavius, Petrarch, Politian,</HI> the <HI>Scaligers,</HI> and <HI>Turnebus,</HI> are but a few of tho&s;e I mean. I mu&s;t needs &s;ay that every Nation in this only particular hath out-done <HI>England.</HI> The <HI>Empire</HI> boa&s;ts of <HI>Ber&s;man, Chytraeus, Lau<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="3 letters">bach, Sabin,</HI> and I don't know how many more. <HI>France,</HI> of <HI>Bellais, Beza, Mercer, Muret, Pa&s;&s;eratius, Rapin, Samma|than,</HI> &amp;c. <HI>Italy,</HI> of <HI>Alciate, Amalthaeus, Colo|&s;ius, Gauricus, Mu&s;conius, Naugerius, Porcatius, Sannazarius, Strozza, Tebaldeus, Vitalis,</HI> &amp;c. The <HI>Netherlands,</HI> of <HI>Barlaeus, Bauhu&s;ius, Benedictus, Douza, Grudius, Lernutius, Meur&s;ius, Secundus, Suertius, Zevecotius,</HI> &amp;c. And We, be&s;ide <HI>Ben. John&s;on, More,</HI> and <HI>Owen,</HI> have very few that de|&s;erve the Name of <HI>Epigrammati&s;ts;</HI> if the aboun|dance, and the &s;prightline&s;s of <HI>Owen</HI>'s Wit may, not|withstanding
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his <HI>fal&s;e Quantities</HI> and <HI>indifferent Latin,</HI> &s;u&s;tain that Character.</P>
<P>Not that we want a <HI>Genius</HI> to <HI>Poetry</HI> in <HI>general,</HI> or that <HI>Ma&s;culine acutene&s;s</HI> in <HI>particular</HI> which an <HI>Epigram</HI> requires; nor are we wanting at all I be|lieve in this kind of Poetry: But a <HI>Mode&s;ty</HI> peculiar to this Nation, re&s;trains always the mo&s;t excellent of our Wits, from publi&s;ting any thing le&s;s than an <HI>in|tire work,</HI> without &s;ome Charitable Motive, or im|portunate Reque&s;t; on which account &s;ome of our able&s;t Writers having not enow Epigrams of their own to make a <HI>Volume,</HI> have neglected the Publi&s;hing tho&s;e tho&s;e they have.</P>
<P>And this might be a rea&s;on why &s;o few Epigrams of the <HI>Ancients</HI> (of their mode&s;te&s;t Writers e&s;peci|ally) have come to our hands: I hope the Opportu|nity hereby given, will not only encourage many to communicate the performances they have already by 'em in this kind, but put 'em likewi&s;e upon writing more, &s;ince no Age hath ever afforded better Subjects than this, and no People are better able to write what they plea&s;e than the <HI>Engli&s;h.</HI></P>
<P>This &V;ndertaker therefore doth earne&s;tly invite, and for the &s;ake of Publick benefit doth entreat all tho&s;e of either <HI>Sex,</HI> who have any performances of this &s;ort in their hands, that they will be plea&s;ed to Communicate 'em in Writing with liberty of Printing 'em, either in their own, or a&s;&s;umed Name.</P>
<P>The Noble <HI>Probus</HI> hath begun his large Contribu|tion, for which the letter'd World will doubtle&s;s
<PB REF="10">
thank him; I wi&s;h indeed his Numbers had been more ea&s;ie, and flowing; but he &s;eems to be above that Con&s;ideration, and not to regard that Softne&s;s or Delicacy of Ver&s;e, &s;o that his Sen&s;e be proper and his Expre&s;&s;ions &s;trong; his De&s;igns are Natural and Plea&s;ing, his Wit Solid and &V;niver&s;al, his Words Full and Elegant; many have an ea&s;ier turn of Ver&s;e, but the elevation of his Thoughts, and the manline&s;s of his Style, his continued Vivacity of <HI>Hu|mour</HI> all along, and his frequency of <HI>Points</HI> in the Clo&s;e, &s;how us that he hath neither copied at <HI>Catullus</HI> or <HI>Martial,</HI> but &s;ucce&s;sfully enough aim'd at a pro|per Character of his own; if a <HI>ju&s;t Idea,</HI> a <HI>tempe|rament</HI> of <HI>Fancy,</HI> an <HI>univer&s;ality</HI> of <HI>Literature,</HI> and <HI>proportion</HI> of <HI>Parts</HI> are el&s;ewhere (altogether) rarely, if at all found.</P>
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<PB REF="11">
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<BODY>
<DIV1 TYPE="epigrams">
<PB N="1" REF="11">
<HEAD>EPIGRAMS.</HEAD>
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>1. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> To a Friend that ask'd me, Why tran&s;lating &s;o many <HI>EPIGRAMS,</HI> I made none.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>AMong th' in&s;pired Quire I never &s;ung,</L>
<L>Metre, the love of <HI>Martial,</HI> from me wrung;</L>
<L>And imitation has &s;o cramp'd my &s;train,</L>
<L>To &s;eek t' infranchiz't now, were labour vain.</L>
<L>I may complain, but cannot mend my &s;tate,</L>
<L>When I wou'd write, I find I &s;till tran&s;late.</L>
<L>Har&s;h is my Style, rough Ver&s;e I only know,</L>
<L>Nought that is num'rous from my Pen will flow,</L>
<L>Which the&s;e &s;ucceeding <HI>Epigrams</HI> will &s;how.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="2" REF="12">
<HEAD>2. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> To the &s;ame.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WEll, what I write, to print I may be &s;lack,</L>
<L>Were I &s;o vain to think, I nought did lack</L>
<L>To make a Poet, this wou'd me re&s;train,</L>
<L>A Work and Author new ne'r Prai&s;e did gain:</L>
<L>He mu&s;t be One, long to the Town that's known,</L>
<L>And much in Vogue, before his Wit they'll own.</L>
<L>Candor and Judgment high in them excel,</L>
<L>Who, of a Novel Piece dare &s;ay, <HI>Tis Well.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="3" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>3. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> To all Engli&s;h Men.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THe pious <HI>Jews</HI> in times of War did fa&s;t,</L>
<L>Even when no Foe did lay their Country wa&s;te;</L>
<L>If, as they &s;poke, <HI>The Sword of Peaee</HI> pa&s;t by</L>
<L>Their Coa&s;t, their Neighbours were at Enmity;</L>
<L><PB N="3" REF="12" MS="y">On &s;uch account great Sorrow they expre&s;s'd,</L>
<L>And not endanger'd, held them&s;elves di&s;tre&s;s'd.</L>
<L>What are the Duties then, this Land commands</L>
<L>From us? What &s;elf-affliction from our hands?</L>
<L>Which <HI>Turk</HI> and Trea&s;on, Hell and <HI>France</HI> with|&s;tands.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="4" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>4. EPIGRAM.&mdash;<HI>His Di&s;ciples came by night, and &s;tole him away, while we &s;lept.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>ORancorous and unbelieving <HI>Jew!</HI></L>
<L>Who&s;e deprav'd Heart what words have pow'r to &s;hew?</L>
<L>Faithle&s;s; yet more fal&s;e, more perver&s;e, than blind;</L>
<L>Bla&s;pheming bolde&s;t, when Truth brighte&s;t &s;hin'd;</L>
<L>Who Miracles forbore not to traduce,</L>
<L>To treat Heavens highe&s;t Favours with abu&s;e;</L>
<L>Who God's own Law, to di&s;annul, e&s;&s;ay'd,</L>
<L>And holy Truths only more wicked made;</L>
<L><PB N="4" REF="13">Who&s;e Fathers did their impious Hands embrew</L>
<L>I' th' Prophets Blood, you Prince <HI>Me&s;&s;iah</HI> &s;lew;</L>
<L>Convinc'd, his Re&s;urrection dur&s;t deny,</L>
<L>And bribe the Soldiers to abet the Lye.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The drow&s;ie Guard did not your Tru&s;t betray,</L>
<L>But while your &s;elves in &s;inful &s;lumber lay,</L>
<L>The faithful <HI>Gentiles</HI> &s;tole your <HI>Chri&s;t</HI> away.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="5" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>5. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On King <HI>William.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHile thine own Sword, brave Prince, main|tains thy Right,</L>
<L><HI>Lewis</HI> does only by his Captains fight;</L>
<L>He all his Conque&s;ts unto them does owe,</L>
<L>Him&s;elf ne'er &s;aw the Face of any Foe.</L>
<L>What's needful for the Field, 's thy Royal Care,</L>
<L>Plain are thy Garments, plainer yet thy Fare.</L>
<L><HI>Lewis,</HI> with all the Luxury of his Court,</L>
<L>Marches not forth to fight, but for de&s;port;</L>
<L><PB N="5" REF="13">With Strumpets takes his Po&s;t, from danger far,</L>
<L>The Gen'ral? No: The Baggage of the War.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="6" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>6. EPIGRAM. <HI>On King</HI> William.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HAd <HI>Lewis</HI> Heart with Valour been endu'd,</L>
<L>His Forces might have many Lands &s;ubdu'd:</L>
<L>But God, who wi&s;ely all things does accord,</L>
<L>Put in his Hand a Whip, in thine a Sword.</L>
<L>By Bribes, A&s;&s;a&s;&s;ins, he does act his Part,</L>
<L>By impious Leagues and &s;uch-like treach'rous Art,</L>
<L>Scourges the World; makes Millions to deplore.</L>
<L>But Thou &s;eem'&s;t born, th' Nations to re&s;tore.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="7" TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="6" REF="14">
<HEAD>7. EPIGRAM. <HI>The Virgin Martyr'd.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THe Holy Virgin 'fore the Judgment &s;tood,</L>
<L>Bright in her Beauty, brighter in her Blood.</L>
<L>When &s;courg'd and rack'd, branded and &s;corch'd with fire,</L>
<L>With Pincers torn, &amp; ready to expire,</L>
<L>Her heav'nly Graces all did yet admire.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Cruel, &s;he &s;aid, as born of Rock and Stone,</L>
<L>Such Pains can you inflict, re&s;enting none?</L>
<L>Think you, becau&s;e Faith does our Courage &s;teel,</L>
<L>Our Fle&s;h, like Iron too, does nothing feel?</L>
<L>You urge our Tortures to that high degree,</L>
<L>Your Executioners even &s;uff'rers be.</L>
<L>But w' are Chri&s;tians! Ah, knew you what you &s;ay!</L>
<L>It would your Rage, tho' greater, yet allay.</L>
<L>Chri&s;tians are tho&s;e, do the True God adore,</L>
<L>Mercy for them, that &s;hew them none, implore;</L>
<L><PB N="7" REF="14">Love all that's Good, hatred they do not know;</L>
<L>Friends to Mankind, to Vice alone are Foe;</L>
<L><HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> they wor&s;hip not, but for him pray,</L>
<L>Obey him even, when Death is in their way.</L>
<L>Tho&s;e who do think, Incen&s;e is al&s;o due,</L>
<L>The fab'lous Giants War 'gain&s;t Heaven make true.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Her &s;trength here fail'd. Angels, &s;ays &s;he, do call,</L>
<L>To joyn them gladly here on Earth I fall.</L>
<L>A Gen'ral Groan thro' all the Court did &s;ound,</L>
<L>And Converts 'mong the faithle&s;s Throng were found,</L>
<L>Many with hands &s;tretch't out, aloud did cry</L>
<L>I am a Chri&s;tian too, and I, and I.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="8" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>8. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On Je&s;uits.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>O Je&s;uits! Subtil i' th' Arts and Schools,</L>
<L>Knaves in the World, and in Religion Fools;</L>
<L>Chri&s;t's profe&s;t Servants, and the Slaves of Popes,</L>
<L>But both defie, when they oppo&s;e your Hopes;</L>
<L><PB N="8" REF="15">Mi&s;&s;ioners y' are to the Earths utmo&s;t ends,</L>
<L>Feign'd Lovers of the Faith, Riches true Friends;</L>
<L>Who more preferr a Pow'r in Courts to hold,</L>
<L>Than even in Heaven to have your Names enrol'd;</L>
<L>Who further have prevail'd, Truth to expel</L>
<L>The Church of God, than even the Gates of Hell.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="9" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>9. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Julius.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHen Men to Honour rais'd, I oft did hear,</L>
<L>(As then fir&s;t being) they <HI>created</HI> were,</L>
<L>It &s;ounded &s;trange: But &s;ince I <HI>Julius</HI> knew</L>
<L>Ingenious, innocent, obliging, true,</L>
<L>And &s;aw that Honour render'd him uncivil,</L>
<L>Vicious, fal&s;e, proud, all that is counted evil,</L>
<L>The Man's <HI>new made,</HI> I cry'd, he's now a Devil.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="10" TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="9" REF="15">
<HEAD>10. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Procula,</HI> old and amorous.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>FOul Winter cea&s;e to think thy Age a Spring,</L>
<L>Which nought but Cold and Dirt does with it bring:</L>
<L>If it be po&s;&s;ible thou can&s;t any plea&s;e,</L>
<L>The &s;ame may al&s;o dote on a Di&s;ea&s;e.</L>
<L>Thou &s;ai&s;t, th'a&s;t Charms; So Witches have theirs too,</L>
<L>But &s;uch as Toads and Devils only woo.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="11" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>11. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Cotta.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>BU&s;ine&s;s th'a&s;t none at Court, nor Place do&s;t hold,</L>
<L>Yet none there's &s;een &s;o bu&s;ie &amp; &s;o bold;</L>
<L>At Entertainments of the King and Queen,</L>
<L>Where all forbidden are, thou yet art &s;een;</L>
<L>Others hold Speech with one, at mo&s;t with two,</L>
<L>But with th' intire A&s;&s;embly thou h'&s;t to do;</L>
<L><PB N="10" REF="16">Swiftly thou mak'&s;t thy way thro all the Pre&s;s,</L>
<L>Like &s;ome important new-arriv'd Expre&s;s,</L>
<L>And whi&s;per'&s;t one, another do&s;t embrace,</L>
<L>Ki&s;&s;es't a third, all in a Moment's &s;pace.</L>
<L>Secrets of all Cabals thou can&s;t relate,</L>
<L>As if thou wert o' th' Cabinet of State;</L>
<L>The King does favour thee, the Great Ones call</L>
<L>Thee Intimate and Friend: But that's not all,</L>
<L>Such Places &s;hall be thine, when fir&s;t they fall.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>After full thirty Years thus &s;pent, and more,</L>
<L>We &s;ee thee &s;till impertinent and poor,</L>
<L>Single-&s;ol'd <HI>Cotta,</HI> as thou wert before.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="12" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>12. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Naevia.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>NAevia</HI> ill-bred, ill-fa&s;hon'd, and ill-fac'd,</L>
<L>Not more by <HI>Plutus,</HI> than by <HI>Venus</HI> grac'd.</L>
<L>Her Mother not more wi&s;e, than &s;he was fair,</L>
<L>Having a Friend in Court, wou'd place her there;</L>
<L><PB N="11" REF="16">And thus be-&s;poke him. 'T has been often &s;een,</L>
<L>Great Fortunes they have reach'd, that &s;erve the Queen.</L>
<L><HI>Naevia,</HI> &s;uppo&s;e, were Maid of Honour made?</L>
<L>The Courtier, but no flatt'rer, to her &s;aid,</L>
<L>Yes; if 'twou'd do her Bu&s;ine&s;s, to make Sport,</L>
<L>For the Deform'd and Poor are Je&s;ts at Court.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="13" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>13. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Demetrius.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>DEmetrius</HI> fam'd for ev'ry Martial Feat,</L>
<L>And in the Wars of <HI>Venus</HI> no le&s;s Great,</L>
<L>Engag'd in am'rous Conflicts &s;ev'ral Days,</L>
<L>The Mirtle Wreath to win, as well as Bays,</L>
<L>The Stratagem of Sickne&s;s did devi&s;e,</L>
<L>His ab&s;ence from his Father to di&s;gui&s;e;</L>
<L>Who when to &s;ee him came upon the place,</L>
<L><HI>Phryne</HI> &s;hot forth with more than Star-like Grace.</L>
<L><PB N="12" REF="17">How is't <HI>Demetrius?</HI> &s;aid his Father then,</L>
<L>Your Health's, I hope, return'd to you again.</L>
<L><HI>Dem.</HI>] The Fever's gone, held me &s;ome time before.</L>
<L>The King reply'd, I met It at the Door.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="14" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>14. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Phryne,</HI> accus'd before the <HI>Athenian</HI> Senate.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>NOne hated <HI>Phryne, Phryne</HI> ever &s;aw,</L>
<L>However wrong'd, endanger'd her by Law;</L>
<L>Strangers they were, &s;uch Crimes of hers did urge,</L>
<L>No Pow'r of Rhet'ric cou'd the Guilty purge.</L>
<L>Her non-plu&s;t Patron yet had this re&s;erve,</L>
<L>When's Art did fail, his Client to pre&s;erve.</L>
<L>Tropes he renounc'd, and Arguments did wave,</L>
<L>And made the Fair One her fair &s;elf to &s;ave.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My Lords, he cry'd, 'tis fit that you &s;hou'd know</L>
<L>Whom you condemn, e'er you to Judgment go.</L>
<L><PB N="13" REF="17">And from her charming Face the Veil then drew&punc;</L>
<L>From whence &s;uch fla&s;hing Beams of Beauty flew,</L>
<L>Such fulgor, &s;weetne&s;s, from her radiant Eyes,</L>
<L>As all with Love and Wonder did &s;urpri&s;e!</L>
<L>The Charge &s;he &s;catter'd, like a metling Cloud,</L>
<L>That vainly &s;eeks the mid-day's Sun to &s;hroud.</L>
<L>Judges and Plaintiffs unto her did bow,</L>
<L>Her Plea admit, and Innocence allow.</L>
<L>In Words they did not, but in Heart decree,</L>
<L>A Crime, in &s;uch Perfection, cou'd not be.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>That &s;he e&s;cap'd, or was ab&s;olv'd, to &s;ay</L>
<L>Wou'd wrong her Fame, ador'd &s;he went away.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="15" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>15. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> To <HI>Plancus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THou often <HI>Plancus</HI> proudly do&s;t complain,</L>
<L>While thou the Company wou'd&s;t entertain</L>
<L>With &s;omething of Delight, or el&s;e of Weight,</L>
<L>Some Piece of Learning, Wit, or Point of State,</L>
<L><PB N="14" REF="18"><HI>Demas</HI> turns all Di&s;cour&s;e to what he wears,</L>
<L>Or eats, how with the Stone and Gout he fares,</L>
<L>His I&s;&s;ue runs, to Stool how oft he goes.</L>
<L>What wou'd&s;t thou have? He &s;peaks of all he knows.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="16" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>16. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Lesbia.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>BEcau&s;e fair <HI>Cloris</HI> exc'llent Ver&s;es writ,</L>
<L>And 'bove her Beauty fam'd was for her Wit;</L>
<L>As if to make a Poet nought did need,</L>
<L>But to re&s;olve to be one, and to &s;peed,</L>
<L>Thou took&s;t a Pen, and &s;et&s;t thy &s;elf to write;</L>
<L>That is, un&s;potted Paper did&s;t be&s;h&mdash;</L>
<L>For to expre&s;s thy &s;en&s;le&s;s &s;otti&s;h Stuff,</L>
<L>Nought can be &s;aid, that's barbarous enough.</L>
<L>Wer't thou bewitch'd? <HI>I &s;ought,</HI> thou &s;ai&s;t, <HI>for Fame.</HI></L>
<L>And of the greate&s;t Fool th'a&s;t got the Name.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="17" TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="15" REF="18">
<HEAD>17. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Milton</HI> and <HI>Marvel.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>MIlton</HI> and <HI>Marvel</HI> joyn'd, 'gain&s;t [<HI>P.</HI>] did thunder</L>
<L>But poor <HI>Jack Marvel</HI> was alone no wonder.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="18" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>18. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Maevius.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>REfined Language, and in Mode's thy pride,</L>
<L>That all thy Ver&s;e in flowing Numbers glide,</L>
<L>Thy Wit abounds: But then thou do&s;t not &s;ee,</L>
<L>That the&s;e ought all &s;ub&s;ervient to be,</L>
<L>T' improve and grace a well-conceiv'd De&s;ign,</L>
<L>Twas this that made the Ancients Works Divine.</L>
<L>Wit, for it &s;elf, the&s;e Sages did deride,</L>
<L>Rea&s;on they made their Pole-Star, &amp; their Guide;</L>
<L>What nought promoted, idle was, or vain,</L>
<L>What Nature did di&s;tort, or over-&s;train,</L>
<L>They held the I&s;&s;ue of a doting Brain.</L>
<L><PB N="16" REF="19">'Gain&s;t Laws of Prudence they did ne'r rebel,</L>
<L>To make their Fancies, by &s;uch means, excel.</L>
<L>Their Heroes &s;till were Men, however brave;</L>
<L>Perform'd great things, and yet they did not rave</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A huffing Phantom, &s;train'd to th' highe&s;t Note</L>
<L>Sen&s;le&s;s and ranting, nought but Mouth &amp; Throa<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>Thou fondly fram'&s;t, who does a while amaze,</L>
<L>But Boys do laugh at, while they on him gaze.</L>
<L>In <HI>Shake&s;pear</HI> read the Rea&s;on mixt with Rage,</L>
<L>When <HI>Brutus</HI> with fierce <HI>Ca&s;&s;ius</HI> does engage</L>
<L>In loud Expo&s;tulations in the Tent,</L>
<L>The heights of Pa&s;&s;ion, Turns, and the De&s;cent</L>
<L>Ob&s;erve, and what th' art likely to de&s;pi&s;e,</L>
<L>Is that in which th' Excellence chiefly lies.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Th' Ancients, when a Beauty they'd expre&s;s,</L>
<L>The Graces &s;ummon'd the Fair-Piece to dre&s;s.</L>
<L>A Figure, <HI>Indian</HI>-like, thou do&s;t expo&s;e,</L>
<L>With Jewels dangling at her Lips and No&s;e,</L>
<L><PB N="17" REF="19">Her Cheeks bor'd-thro' for Pearl &amp; Rings of Gold,</L>
<L>Spoiling what Nature did Divine unfold.</L>
<L>But if &s;he Gorg'ous be, with Riches flaunt,</L>
<L>No Comeline&s;s in her, thou think'&s;t does want.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>All Wit mi&s;plac'd, the Subject does di&s;grace,</L>
<L>Like Gold that's carv'd into a lovely Face.</L>
<L>The Poets Art, not all that read, di&s;cry</L>
<L>It like a Soul couch'd in each Limb does lie,</L>
<L>Seen by its Pow'r, not &s;ubject to the Eye.</L>
<L>A cry'd-up Wit unto old <HI>Hobbs</HI> did &s;ay,</L>
<L><HI>Virgil</HI> nor <HI>Homer</HI> did de&s;erve the Bay,</L>
<L>And gave this Rea&s;on. 'Cau&s;e he could not meet</L>
<L>One <HI>Epigram,</HI> in turning twenty Sheet.</L>
<L>Before you judge, &s;aid he, go, Sot, to School,</L>
<L>Turn them all oe'r, not once they'll play the Fool.</L>
<L>Think'&s;t thou &s;uch Droll their matchle&s;s Works wou'd crown,</L>
<L>Which joyns in One the Heroe and the Clown?</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="19" TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="18" REF="20">
<HEAD>19. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On the Rich and Covetous.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>O Wretch! who&s;e Wealth o'er-flows, and yet is &s;cant;</L>
<L>Who, all thou ha&s;t not, &amp; thou ha&s;t do&s;t want;</L>
<L>Who&s;e thir&s;t of Gold no Mines of Gold can &s;wage,</L>
<L>The more it gets, the more it &s;till does rage.</L>
<L>Would'&s;t thou be rich? Content, than Wealth, is more;</L>
<L>Not who has little, but who wants, is poor;</L>
<L>The <HI>Cynic</HI> nothing had, nor ought did need;</L>
<L>Yet him in Riches he did far exceed,</L>
<L>Who unto endle&s;s Conque&s;ts did a&s;pire,</L>
<L>And having one, more Worlds did yet de&s;ire.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="20" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>20. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On the habitually Vicious.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHere Vice is lov'd, &amp; in time Nature made,</L>
<L>To tax it, &s;eems even Nature to upbraid,</L>
<L><PB N="19" REF="20">And not the Man: Whom if you guilty &s;how,</L>
<L>He thinks you do not find, but make him &s;o;</L>
<L>Malice, not Truth, again&s;t him does con&s;pire,</L>
<L>That Innocent he is, the Charge a Lyer.</L>
<L>Did <HI>Martial</HI> then a thou&s;and Years ago,</L>
<L>Bely thy Follies, and thy Per&s;on know?</L>
<L>Yet he with Spleen this Day again&s;t thee writ,</L>
<L>Perhaps not half &s;o home thy Follies hit.</L>
<L>But a &s;trong Fort more ea&s;ie 'tis to &s;torm,</L>
<L>Than Vice, that's deeply rooted to reform.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="21" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>21. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On Sin and Sorrow.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>SIn fir&s;t the World with Sorrow did annoy,</L>
<L>But bred a Child, the Parent does de&s;troy.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="22" TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="20" REF="21">
<HEAD>22. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> To a Friend, to whom he &s;ent the foregoing <HI>Epi|grams</HI> for a New-Year's-Gift.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>I Have no Turky from the Coop to &s;end,</L>
<L>Nor Fatling of the Flock, my deare&s;t Friend;</L>
<L>Nor heap of Coin expect, when I do &s;ay,</L>
<L>I for a Pre&s;ent here before you lay,</L>
<L>All that this <HI>Chri&s;tmas</HI> I have got by Play.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="23" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>23. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Paula.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>PAula,</HI> when ever &s;he &s;its down to eat,</L>
<L>A fav'rite Lap-Dog on each Hand does &s;eat;</L>
<L>The Children are at greater di&s;tance plac'd,</L>
<L>And than the Brutes, in all re&s;pect, le&s;s grac'd,</L>
<L>Which with choice Bits &s;he faileth not to treat,</L>
<L>While th' others have the cour&s;e&s;t of the Meat.</L>
<L>Children &s;o Hopeful, Charming, and &s;o Fair,</L>
<L>No Wealth, no Jewels, can with &s;uch compare!</L>
<L><PB N="21" REF="21">But the&s;e as Burdens &s;he beholds and Clogs.</L>
<L>Were the&s;e her I&s;&s;ue, or the little Dogs?</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="24" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>24. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Lelia.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>IF Wrinckles, rotten Teeth, and purcha&s;t Hair,</L>
<L>If Paint and Patches make a Woman fair,</L>
<L>I know not one with <HI>Lelia</HI> may compare.</L>
<L>If Youth it &s;peaks, where Folly does abound,</L>
<L>In all the World not One's more youthful found.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="25" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>25. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On the gay Ladies of the Time.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHen this fair Crew had canva&s;t ev'ry Dre&s;s,</L>
<L>What mo&s;t becoming was, &amp; what was le&s;s:</L>
<L>The next Di&s;cour&s;e was, Who did mo&s;t excel</L>
<L>In Brav'ry, 'mong the Gallants bear the Bell.</L>
<L>One &s;aid, My young Lord <HI>D</HI>'s from Travel come,</L>
<L>In him you may all Grace and Vertue &s;umm!</L>
<L><PB N="22" REF="22">It was repli'd, I pitty thy dim Sight.</L>
<L>What's he to <HI>Hart</HI> or <HI>Moon?</HI> The re&s;t &s;aid, Right.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="26" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>26. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> To my Book.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>VVOu'd&s;t skill, what th'a&s;t good or bad? T' <HI>J. D.</HI> go.</L>
<L>All Men judge: But he, how to judge, does know.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="27" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>27. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On our Philo&s;ophical Athei&s;ts.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>GReat Lords of Sen&s;e, who can no way dige&s;t,</L>
<L>What in the Sacred Volume is expre&s;t,</L>
<L>That an Eternal God the World did frame;</L>
<L>From Divine Pow'r and Wi&s;dom all things came;</L>
<L>To you 'tis clearer, all from Matter ro&s;e,</L>
<L>The Dregs o' th' World did the whole World com|po&s;e,</L>
<L>Plants, Angels, Animals, Sun, Moon, &amp; Stars,</L>
<L>Nay, what we God do call, to th' knocks and jars</L>
<L><PB N="23" REF="22">Of Atoms, and their blund'ring Motions owe</L>
<L>Their Forms and Beings, the&s;e did all be&s;tow.</L>
<L>Th' accurate Sy&s;tem of the Heaven and Earth.</L>
<L>Howe're &s;tupendious, from hence took its Birth,</L>
<L>Opificer had here no hand, but Chance,</L>
<L>All was produc'd by a blind rambling Dance.</L>
<L>(O ble&s;&s;ed Trinity! when &s;uch things I hear,</L>
<L>How ea&s;ie does thy My&s;tery appear?)</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But all wi&s;e Men Creation do di&s;claim,</L>
<L><HI>For out of Nothing, Nothing ever came.</HI></L>
<L>Be't &s;o; as far as Nature's Pow'r does reach.</L>
<L>Tho' this ore-throws, what they before did teach:</L>
<L>For Life, from what it &s;elf was dead, they bring;</L>
<L>Make wi&s;e-Contrivance, from no Thought to &s;pring.</L>
<L>But nothing, as ab&s;ur'd, the&s;e Men decry,</L>
<L>But what abets and proves a Deity.</L>
<L>Omni&s;cience, as Non&s;en&s;e, they de&s;pi&s;e,</L>
<L>Omnipotent Pow'r, infinitely Wi&s;e,</L>
<L><PB N="24" REF="23">Pre&s;cience, gen'ral Providence o'er all,</L>
<L>Flatt'ries of God, by brainle&s;s Heads, they call.</L>
<L>Such Attributes no Mortal can conceive,</L>
<L>But were invented Idiots to deceive.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O wond'rous Rea&s;oning! O convincing Plea!</L>
<L>A narrow Bucket can't contain the Sea:</L>
<L>Therefore there's none. Brutes may as well deny,</L>
<L>What does tran&s;cend their dull Capacity.</L>
<L>Retire into your &s;elves, go there to School,</L>
<L>At home you'll find, and not abroad the Fool:</L>
<L>That either Singularity and Pride</L>
<L>Makes you, what others do revere, deride:</L>
<L>Or el&s;e the Rea&s;on is, no God you own,</L>
<L>Your impious Lives require there &s;hou'd be none.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="28" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>28. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On a weak Poet.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THat many give thy Ver&s;e a high Applau&s;e,</L>
<L>Thy Treats, and not their Ex'lence, is the cau&s;e</L>
<L><PB N="25" REF="23">Tho&s;e who eat freely at thy &s;umptuous Board,</L>
<L>The Prai&s;e thou lik'&s;t, not what is due, afford.</L>
<L>This known, thou &s;ay'&s;t, the matter to amend,</L>
<L>Th' are good for thee, no great things does pretend.</L>
<L>But who, to publi&s;h ought, takes up his Pen,</L>
<L>Mu&s;t that produce, that's Good to other Men.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="29" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>29. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Quintus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHen thou luxuriou&s;ly do&s;t drink and eat,</L>
<L>And know'&s;t the Gout thou &s;wallow'&s;t with thy Meat,</L>
<L>Yet in thy Pains thou never do&s;t expre&s;s</L>
<L>Any di&s;like to thy belov'd exce&s;s:</L>
<L>But le&s;t thou &s;acred Gluttony &s;hould'&s;t wrong,</L>
<L>Blam'&s;t a cold Night, or &s;ay'&s;t, I &s;tood too long.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="30" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>30&punc; <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On the &s;ame.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THou terme&s;t Hunger, the mo&s;t &s;harp Di&s;ea&s;e,</L>
<L>Did not its Remedy as highly plea&s;e:</L>
<L><PB N="26" REF="24">Hungry, thou &s;ay'&s;t, Provide me what is Good,</L>
<L>Search me the Air, the Fore&s;t, and the Flood.</L>
<L>This Flux and Surfeits often does procure,</L>
<L>Thou fear'&s;t them not, thou ha'&s;t for them a Cure'</L>
<L>Thy <HI>Ro&s;a-Solis,</HI> if but for the&s;e, were lo&s;t,</L>
<L>Gelly, and all the Clo&s;et's precious co&s;t;</L>
<L>Many Good-things Di&s;tempers bring in play.</L>
<L>Thus eating breeds, and drives thy Griefs away.</L>
<L>That Fa&s;ting's good, 'twere Trea&s;on here to &s;ay.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="31" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>31. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> To <HI>Sylvius.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THat I for Hawking do &s;o little care,</L>
<L>For hnnting of the Fox, the Stag, or Hare,</L>
<L>Thou wondr'&s;t. But to &s;peak the truth to thee,</L>
<L>Hunting, a mad Man's journey, &s;eems to me.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="32" TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="27" REF="24">
<HEAD>32. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Cloe.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>TH'art mean in Feature, always rich in Clothes,</L>
<L>Which do not mend, but thy Defects expo&s;e,</L>
<L>Thou &s;ay'&s;t, when th'art mo&s;t brave, I laugh or &s;coul,</L>
<L>A Je&s;t, or ominous, all Men count an Owl.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="33" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>33. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Po&s;thumus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>I Early waited, and &s;ome Suters more,</L>
<L>The op'ning fir&s;t of the King's Chamber-dore,</L>
<L>From whence came forth a Goodly Sir to &s;ee,</L>
<L>Bulky, and &s;eeming of no low Degree.</L>
<L>He turn'd him round, as he a &s;urvey took,</L>
<L>But rather &s;eem'd to over-look, than look.</L>
<L>Him to inform me, I did humbly pray,</L>
<L>If &s;uch a Lord in the King's Chamber lay.</L>
<L><PB N="28" REF="25" MS="y">He gloted on me, but made no reply,</L>
<L>And of a Cam'rade ask'd, wh othere &s;tood by,</L>
<L><HI>Shall we to Breakfa&s;t have the thing you know?</HI></L>
<L>And &s;trait into the Chamber back did go.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I blam'd my &s;elf, that I the Rule had broke</L>
<L>Of Di&s;tance, to &s;o great a Per&s;onage &s;poke.</L>
<L>When, to my wonder, he return'd again,</L>
<L>Took up a Broom, without the lea&s;t di&s;dain,</L>
<L>Dog's Turds and Bones into a Shovel &s;wep't,</L>
<L>But &s;till his former State and Grandure kept.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="34" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>34. EPIGRAM.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>GAlla</HI> wears rich Clothes, bears her &s;elf with Pride,</L>
<L>Strange Arts! yet us'd, great Poverty to hide.</L>
<L>But while &s;he wou'd a Lover thus betray,</L>
<L>With too much co&s;t and noi&s;e her Lime-twigs lay,</L>
<L>She does not catch, but frights away the Prey.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="35" TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="29" REF="25">
<HEAD>35. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Balbus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>BAlbus,</HI> who boldly in his Life had taught,</L>
<L>The Soul no real &s;ub&s;tance was, nor ought</L>
<L>But the Re&s;ult of Matter organiz'd,</L>
<L>Di&s;&s;olv'd with it; their Theorem de&s;pis'd,</L>
<L>(As Non&s;en&s;e in more &s;pecious Terms di&s;guis'd)</L>
<L>Who it a Being did Immortal make,</L>
<L>Found after Death, too late, his &s;ad mi&s;take;</L>
<L>When real Fiends his living Soul did hale</L>
<L>To Hell, and all his Sophi&s;try did fail;</L>
<L><HI>When he beheld the Gho&s;t without the Gla&s;s,</HI></L>
<L>He fir&s;t confe&s;s'd, h'ad rea&s;on'd like an A&s;s.</L>
<L>Surly yet &s;till, and froward 'mong the dead,</L>
<L>To's once deny'd Tormentors thus he &s;ay'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Forbare accur&s;ed and ungrateful Crew,</L>
<L>Who, like to me, both of your Prince and you</L>
<L><PB N="30" REF="26">Has &s;o de&s;erv'd? Who e'er did &s;o refel</L>
<L>What Men believ'd of God, of Heaven, and Hell?</L>
<L>And while I ridicul'd a Sinners Fate,</L>
<L>I va&s;tly have enlarg'd th' Infernal State.</L>
<L>'Tis true, &s;ome Ancients did before me write,</L>
<L>But weakly 'twas, and in an Age of Night,</L>
<L>Not when Truth triumph'd in Meridian height.</L>
<L>The Fiends did here with feign'd Obey&s;ance bow,</L>
<L>And all he &s;poke with Rev'rent Meen allow,</L>
<L>Told him, to their Dread Lord's Emperial Throne</L>
<L>Their Orders were to bring him; where alone</L>
<L>Grandees o' th' Realm allowed were the Grace,</L>
<L>To &s;hare his Honours, and to &s;ee his Face;</L>
<L>And doubted not, their King to him would doom</L>
<L>A Crown of Flames, even 'bove &s;ome Popes of <HI>Rome.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="36" TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="31" REF="26">
<HEAD>36. EPIGRAM.</HEAD>
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q>&mdash;Crepereius Pollio, qui triplicem U&s;uram prae&s;tare paratus Circuit, &amp; fatuos non invenit&mdash;</Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<LG>
<L>TWo hundr'd Pound I to a Shop-man owe,</L>
<L>Paying of one, the other he'll forgoe,</L>
<L>Lay down the Summ, and you the Gain &s;hall have,</L>
<L>My pre&s;ent Ea&s;e is all that I do crave.</L>
<L>Thus <HI>Pollio</HI> &s;aid. To him I did reply,</L>
<L>I never had for Gold a greedy Eye.</L>
<L>To Merchants go, who for advantage thir&s;t,</L>
<L>I hate to trade, and equally to tru&s;t.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="37" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>37. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Sextus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THou &s;ay&s;t, thou ha&s;t of Vice the deepe&s;t &s;en&s;e,</L>
<L>But this a Blind is only, and Pretence;</L>
<L>Thou 'd&s;t have it thought, when Partridge thou do&s;t eat,</L>
<L>Thou purchas't them as cheap as common Meat;</L>
<L><PB N="32" REF="27">When thou art drunk, what of the Ca&s;e to think</L>
<L>Thou do&s;t not know, thou did&s;t but &s;o much drink.</L>
<L>Thus Vice thou hat'&s;t, but with it do&s;t di&s;pence,</L>
<L>And thy whole Life's Apology, and Offence.</L>
<L>Knaves &s;ell fal&s;e Wares, Mountebanks u&s;e deceit,</L>
<L>But none like Thee, Him&s;elf did ever cheat.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="38" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>38. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On a decay'd Beau.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>DEcrepid I am grown, and more my Pur&s;e,</L>
<L>I &s;eek not now a Mi&s;tre&s;s, but a Nur&s;e.</L>
<L>Sollicitous I was rare Stuffs to choo&s;e,</L>
<L>And riche&s;t Points, I'm now to mend my Shoes.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="39" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>39. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> To <HI>Fe&s;tus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>TO thee an Epigram a Satyr &s;eems,</L>
<L>That is, an allow'd Libel thou it deems,</L>
<L><PB N="33" REF="27" MS="y">Follies, thou &s;ay&s;t, they ever &s;et in view,</L>
<L>Which in particular Per&s;ons are found true.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He that &s;hall feign a Vice was never known,</L>
<L>Indeed, by doing &s;o, will injure none;</L>
<L>But then this Error he does not de&s;cry,</L>
<L>As he no Libel writes, he writes a Lye.</L>
<L>That which in Nature never yet appears,</L>
<L>And merits to be crown'd with A&s;&s;es Ears.</L>
<L>He &s;ees not too, while his ore-cautious Mind</L>
<L>Is none to gall, he &s;landers all Mankind.</L>
<L>While he who in true Colours does expo&s;e</L>
<L>Vice, but to Contempt no Man's Name di&s;clo&s;e,</L>
<L>(In that all Vice in many does agree)</L>
<L>Tho' &s;ome are &s;tung, all from Di&s;grace are free.</L>
<L>The Crime, 'tis true, is &s;et in broade&s;t Light,</L>
<L>But &s;till the Man's unknown, and out of &s;ight.</L>
<L>And who &s;hall &s;ay, &s;uch Ver&s;es him expre&s;s?</L>
<L>While no way, charg'd, he dOes his Guilt confe&s;s.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="40" TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="34" REF="28">
<HEAD>40. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> To the &s;ame&punc;</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>I Not deny an <HI>Epigram</HI> to be</L>
<L>A <HI>Satyr;</HI> but a <HI>Satyr</HI> unto thee</L>
<L>And <HI>Libel</HI> are the &s;ame; to tax a Crime,</L>
<L>And Vertue to defame in lewde&s;t Rime</L>
<L>All one; a Vice to &s;courge and to di&s;grace,</L>
<L>And Honours noble&s;t Monuments to deface,</L>
<L>As Satyr Vice expo&s;es unto &s;corn,</L>
<L>So it no le&s;s all Vertue does adorn:</L>
<L>And as be&s;t Ages Libellers defame,</L>
<L>Among their <HI>Prie&s;ts</HI> their <HI>Satyri&s;ts</HI> they name.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="41" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>41. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> To <HI>Sextus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>TO eat what's whol&s;om is my chiefe&s;t Care,</L>
<L>What plea&s;es mo&s;t the Pallate, is thy fare.</L>
<L><PB N="35" REF="28">Alas, I beg thy Pardon for my Treat,</L>
<L>Which did thy &s;elf, thy Gout, and Stone defeat.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="42" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>42. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> To <HI>Rufus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>T' Excu&s;e thy &s;ilence, thou do'&s;t oft delight.</L>
<L>Tho' nought to &s;ay. The Fault were then to write</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="43" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>43. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On Mi&s;s <HI>Nell.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>PRetty Mi&s;s <HI>Nell,</HI> her Mother being dead,</L>
<L>Her Father brought to <HI>London</HI> to be bred.</L>
<L>A Friend, 'mong other Sights, &s;hew'd her the Park,</L>
<L>Where &s;he beheld each choice and ruffling Spark</L>
<L>Of either Sex, and gilded Coaches full,</L>
<L>Of <HI>Fops,</HI> and <HI>Beaus,</HI> and many a Gold-lac'd <HI>Trull.</HI></L>
<L><PB N="36" REF="29">The gaudy Pageantry &s;he did much admire,</L>
<L>And their loo&s;e Court&s;hip &s;et her Heart on fire</L>
<L>To bear a Part, tho' hopele&s;s her de&s;ire.</L>
<L>Returning home, her &s;tate &s;he 'gan compare</L>
<L>With what &s;h'ad &s;een, and ready to de&s;pair,</L>
<L>An unknown Hand Relief to her did bring.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>'I &s;aw you, Sweet, &s;ay'd one, in <HI>Hide-Park-Ring,</HI></L>
<L>'In a vile Hackny, with a Bag of Hay,</L>
<L>'And Figures at its Tale: If me y' obey,</L>
<L>'There's not a Gaz'd-at Piece in all the Town,</L>
<L>'Shall equal you in Glory and Renown.</L>
<L>She had no &s;trength 'gain&s;t &s;uch a Powerful Spell,</L>
<L>But clo&s;ed &s;treight, and bid no one farewell.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Er'e many Days did pa&s;s, the Country Girl</L>
<L>Was richly Coach't, &s;et by a bare-head Earl.</L>
<L>Her flaunting Gallantry you might &s;ee a-far,</L>
<L><HI>Whore</HI> now her &s;elf, a <HI>Wonder,</HI> and a <HI>Star.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="44" TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="37" REF="29">
<HEAD>44. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Amarillis.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>LOo&s;e <HI>Amarillis,</HI> con&s;cious of her Vice,</L>
<L>Brands all her Sex, even the mo&s;t cha&s;te &amp; nice.</L>
<L>If you &s;ay, <HI>Fulvia</HI> bears a mode&s;t Brow,</L>
<L>No mode&s;ty in her &s;he will allow;</L>
<L>That <HI>Marcellina</HI>'s of unblemi&s;h'd Fame,</L>
<L>She knows with whom &s;he lo&s;t her vertuous Name;</L>
<L>That <HI>Dian</HI>'s &s;elf, than <HI>Silvia</HI>'s not more pure,</L>
<L>We err, &s;he &s;ays, then mo&s;t, when mo&s;t &s;ecure;</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If you &s;hou'd reckon-up a hundr'd more,</L>
<L>'Twixt <HI>Woman</HI> &s;he no diff'rence makes, and <HI>Whore.</HI></L>
<L>In Vertue 'cau&s;e with none &s;he's equal found,</L>
<L>With Guilt all Womens Honour &s;he'd confound,</L>
<L>To make them &s;tand with her on level Ground,</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="45" TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="38" REF="30">
<HEAD>45. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On Mi&s;s <HI>Nell.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HOw is't, Mi&s;s <HI>Nelly?</HI> you &s;eem wond'rous &s;ad.</L>
<L>The wonder is, &s;ay'd &s;he, I am not mad.</L>
<L>I am undone, and by a paultry Jade,</L>
<L>My Lord has ca&s;t me off, and ta'ne my Maid.</L>
<L>Think not your Ca&s;e o're-&s;trange, your Shoulders &s;hrug,</L>
<L>Beauty enjoy'd, is after but a drug.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="46" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>46. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> Mi&s;s <HI>Nell</HI> reveng'd.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>MI&s;s <HI>Nell,</HI> altho' forlorn and di&s;content,</L>
<L>Home to return, her Heart would not con|&s;ent:</L>
<L>But after &s;ome debate, and inward &s;trife,</L>
<L>What Cour&s;e to take, 'fore all an Actors Life</L>
<L>Mo&s;t took. In her gay Days &s;ome Plays &s;h'ad &s;een,</L>
<L>And the Thought pleas'd, but even to act a Queen.</L>
<L><PB N="39" REF="30">Her Youth was fre&s;h, her Fault did not impare</L>
<L>Her Beauty, lovely &s;he was &s;till and fair;</L>
<L>Nor readier this way &s;he her &s;elf t' engage,</L>
<L>Than they concern'd t' admit her on the Stage.</L>
<L>Where while &s;he &s;tood a Mute, boldne&s;s to acquire,</L>
<L>Th' Aud'ence, 'bove all that &s;poke, did her admire.</L>
<L>And when &s;et-off w' th' Magick of a Part,</L>
<L>All Eyes &s;he daz'll'd, ravi&s;h'd every Heart.</L>
<L>The Hou&s;e, new Plays and Scenes, &s;ometime might &s;pare.</L>
<L>'Twas Call enough, if <HI>Nell</HI> appear'd there:</L>
<L>Nor fear'd &s;he now again to b' out of date,</L>
<L>Her a new Creature each Day did create,</L>
<L>A Nymph, a Godde&s;s, Heroine, or Queen,</L>
<L>All which &s;he &s;uited with a charming Mein.</L>
<L>And none was found this Idol to adore,</L>
<L>Like her fal&s;e Lord, that &s;lighted her before.</L>
<L>He woos, he offers Land, for Love now dies,</L>
<L>And her Turn 'twas, th' Incon&s;tant to de&s;pi&s;e.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="47" TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="40" REF="31">
<HEAD>47. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Zoilus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHen thou nor Wealth, nor Beauty can'&s;t pretend,</L>
<L>Thy &s;elf by Birth or Bravery commend,</L>
<L>Which are the things take with the fairer Sex,</L>
<L>Them, with thy hourly Court&s;hip, why do'&s;t vex?</L>
<L>The young and old thy very &s;ight dete&s;t,</L>
<L>Thy Rivals thee affront, and make their Je&s;t.</L>
<L>A Lover's high Ambition's to be priz'd;</L>
<L>Is thine alone to be of all de&s;pis'd?</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="48" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>48. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Ba&s;&s;us.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHo the Philo&s;opher does &s;o much affect,</L>
<L>Comport &s;o truly with in Words and &s;age A&s;pect,</L>
<L>As <HI>Ba&s;&s;us</HI> does? &s;o &s;harply who declames</L>
<L>'Gain&s;t Vice, the trifling'&s;t Over-&s;ights &s;o blames?</L>
<L><PB N="41" REF="31">And then the frailer Sex are mo&s;t his Care,</L>
<L>In Vertues Paths to guide the Young and Fair.</L>
<L>The&s;e he in&s;tructs, chides, of't in fervent Zeal</L>
<L>Upon their Necks a Spiritual Ki&s;s will &s;eal.</L>
<L>But this is far from any Wanton Feat,</L>
<L>But done in Tran&s;port of a Holy Heat,</L>
<L>When his Reproofs and Coun&s;els are mo&s;t warm,</L>
<L>And far &s;urmount the Pow'r of Beauties Charm.</L>
<L>If any &s;tart, or a di&s;like do &s;how,</L>
<L>What he has done, he lea&s;t him&s;elf does know,</L>
<L>Amaz'dly ask's, with an a&s;toni&s;h'd Mein,</L>
<L>Not di&s;compos'd, while they to Blu&s;h are &s;een.</L>
<L>Then what he &s;eems, nor &s;hould I judge him other,</L>
<L>As <HI>Nell</HI> he ki&s;s'd, if he had ki&s;t her Mother.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="49" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>49. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Rodia.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>IF ought to <HI>Rodia</HI> you do give in Charge,</L>
<L>And leave the thing to her to do at large,</L>
<L><PB N="42" REF="32">No thought about it &s;he at all will take:</L>
<L>But act like one, that is but half awake.</L>
<L>Knowing of this, if you to her &s;hall &s;ay,</L>
<L>I'd have it done preci&s;ely &s;uch a way:</L>
<L>Then &s;he begins to think, each Stone to turn,</L>
<L>An other way to do't, and yours to &s;hun.</L>
<L>If this di&s;plea&s;es, &s;he her Ca&s;e bewails,</L>
<L>Thinks you to blame, and that &s;he never fails.</L>
<L>There's no &s;o awkward and vexatious Tool,</L>
<L>As an unthinking or a thinking Fool.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="50" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>50. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> The Grove.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>RAck'd with &s;harp Pains, and quite ca&s;t-down with Grief,</L>
<L>Into a Grove I walk'd, to &s;eek relief.</L>
<L>In a clo&s;e &s;hade a wanton Couple lay,</L>
<L>I fled the &s;ight, as they did fly the Day,</L>
<L><PB N="43" REF="32">And turn'd my &s;teps into a plea&s;ant Glade,</L>
<L>Where the fre&s;h Spring in gorg'ous Robes arrai'd,</L>
<L>The Air, the Flow'rs, and charming <HI>Sylvan</HI> Choir,</L>
<L>To make a Paradi&s;e did all con&s;pire.</L>
<L>Among the Bows a wond'rous Bird did &s;ing,</L>
<L><HI>Brief Joys eternity of Woe do bring;</HI></L>
<L>Which an&s;wer'd was by one of the like kind,</L>
<L><HI>Suff'rings, tho' &s;hort, eternal Bli&s;s do find.</HI></L>
<L>E're my di&s;tracted Thoughts collect I cou'd,</L>
<L>A third Voice &s;aid, proceeding from the Wood,</L>
<L><HI>Both Songs are true, if rightful under&s;tood.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Mu&s;ing on what the&s;e Voices did relate,</L>
<L>I found they Humane Joys and Griefs did &s;tate,</L>
<L>Declar'd their pre&s;ent Lot, and future Fate.</L>
<L>And tho' my Pains &s;till urg'd me as before,</L>
<L>Home I return'd, and them more eas'ly bore,</L>
<L>And than the <HI>Wantons Bli&s;s</HI> e&s;teem'd them more.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="51" TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="44" REF="33">
<HEAD>51. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> To the Vertuous&punc;</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>'TIs &s;aid of <HI>Cae&s;ar,</HI> That he &s;et at nought,</L>
<L>The mo&s;t Heroick Actions he had wrought,</L>
<L>And &s;till at Greater aim'd, at the &s;ame rate</L>
<L>Men Others do, Him&s;elf did emulate.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In Vertues Race the like Ambition &s;hew,</L>
<L>Think nothing's done, while more thou ha'&s;t to do.</L>
<L>Tho&s;e that &s;tand &s;till, this detriment have found,</L>
<L>They ever lo&s;e, when they advance no Ground,</L>
<L><HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> ne'r &s;top'd, till he attain'd a Crown,</L>
<L>And <HI>thou, on this &s;ide Heaven, wilt &s;it inglorius down.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="52" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>52. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>C. O.</HI> being very Ingenious, and dying young.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>UNder this Leaf of Marble I do lie,</L>
<L>Early I liv'd, as early I did die;</L>
<L><PB N="45" REF="33">As &s;oon as I cou'd read, I &s;ought to know,</L>
<L>Not Childi&s;h Tales, but how the World did go;</L>
<L>How with the King the Hou&s;es did comply,</L>
<L>What Intere&s;t <HI>France</HI> unto the <HI>Port</HI> did tie,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The School was my Delight, the dread of Boys,</L>
<L>But Sickne&s;s twice did &s;natch me from tho&s;e Joys,</L>
<L>My Spirit broke, and kep't me ever low,</L>
<L>Where I &s;hou'd &s;oar, 'twas well if I cou'd go.</L>
<L>A pow'rful Preacher I did more admire,</L>
<L>In Gifts, as Place, than's Hearers mounted higher</L>
<L>Than all the Stages Gauds, and glitt'ring Attire.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In my ninth Year I felt the Flame of Love,</L>
<L>All what that Pa&s;&s;ion had Divine, did prove;</L>
<L>In an Aby&s;s of Beauty I was lo&s;t,</L>
<L>A brighter Form or Soul none e're did boa&s;t,</L>
<L>And none cou'd &s;ay, which &s;poke the Angel mo&s;t.</L>
<L>Much I experienc'd in my Life's &s;hort &s;pan,</L>
<L>Some three&s;core Years &s;how not &s;o much of Man,</L>
<L><PB N="46" REF="34">My Days were few, yet I out-liv'd my Date,</L>
<L>Great Care and Love did &s;o conte&s;t with Fate.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="53" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>53. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On Mrs. <HI>S. H.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHo Amber chafes, does nought but Odor find,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e the Ma&s;s is all of one rich kind:</L>
<L>So who bright (<HI>H.</HI>) &s;hall prove, will nought but Grace</L>
<L>And Vertue find, what &s;uits a Cherubs Face.</L>
<L>And as the Angels, when on Me&s;&s;age &s;ent,</L>
<L>Did Heaven bear with them, where&s;oe'er they went:</L>
<L>So &s;uch an Air of Ex'llence &s;he does &s;how,</L>
<L>A Court &s;eems with her, nay a Heaven to go.</L>
<L>And when her Beauties neer her any draw,</L>
<L>Whom they attract, they al&s;o keep in awe;</L>
<L>And all they act or &s;peak is mix't with fear</L>
<L>Wrapt, e'er aware, in &s;o Divine a Sphere.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="54" TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="47" REF="34">
<HEAD>54. EPIGRAM.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>GReat Lights o' th' Church, Glory o' th' latter Age,</L>
<L>Who Popi&s;h Fal&s;hood, and Schi&s;matick Rage,</L>
<L>So &s;trongly &s;temm, <HI>Hooker, Hammond, &V;&s;her,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Morton, Andrews, Chillingworth,</HI> and <HI>Taylor,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Jack&s;on, Patrick, Stillingfleet, Cudworth, More.</HI></L>
<L>You few I name out of the mighty &s;tore,</L>
<L>Not aiming a ju&s;t Cat'logue to recite,</L>
<L>But a &s;hort curtail Epigram to write:</L>
<L>And that your Names in Rythm I not reher&s;e,</L>
<L>Too Grave they are to gingle in a Ver&s;e.</L>
<L>Nor hope I vainly here t' argument your Fame,</L>
<L>But rai&s;e mine own, while you I barely name.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="55" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>55. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> To the <HI>Mu&s;es.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>NOt unto you, nor yet unto my Brain,</L>
<L>I owe the&s;e Shreds of Ver&s;e, but unto Pain:</L>
<L><PB N="48" REF="35">Nor have I cau&s;e to grieve, if none they plea&s;e,</L>
<L>Since <HI>Laudanum</HI> and <HI>Rythm</HI> of't gave me Ea&s;e.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="56" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>56. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> To Admiral <HI>Killigrew.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THe Standard bear aloft, and boldly &s;how,</L>
<L>Th' Ocean's Glory, Terror of the Foe;</L>
<L>With outward Pride and Dread to all appear,</L>
<L>And where thou ought'&s;t, be a true Cau&s;e of Fear,</L>
<L>But kind and civil unto all draw-near.</L>
<L>Firmly thy ju&s;t Authority maintain,</L>
<L>But In&s;olent Command as much di&s;dain.</L>
<L>When thou a&s;&s;ault'&s;t, let th' Adver&s;ary find,</L>
<L>Storm, Thunder, Lightning, in thy Ship combin'd.</L>
<L>Should an unequal Force chance to di&s;tre&s;s,</L>
<L>There let thy Courage ri&s;e, but not grow le&s;s;</L>
<L>Buoy-up what's weak, bravely make good the &s;pot,</L>
<L>Valour has often turn'd in Fight the Lot.</L>
<L><PB N="49" REF="35">Thy God's, thy King's, thy Country's Intere&s;t bear</L>
<L>In mind, with them let thine own Honour &s;hare,</L>
<L>And what with the&s;e can poi&s;e, or yet compare?</L>
<L>Alone then fear, when not, wou'd Ra&s;hne&s;s &s;how,</L>
<L>When Danger's high, th' Advantage mean &amp; low.</L>
<L>Malice and Envy with Scorn only treat,</L>
<L>Like little Billows 'gain&s;t thy Ship that beat.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Shall I now &s;ay, I'ave taught thee here thy Part?</L>
<L>No: I have &s;poke, but what in truth Thou art.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="57" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>57. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> To the Poets of the Time.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>NO Age 'fore this &s;o many Poets bred,</L>
<L>Nor Wit was known to have &s;o large a Spred;</L>
<L>Time's pa&s;t't, who writ, rarely did mi&s;s of Fame,</L>
<L>Good Ver&s;e now's read, &amp; not th' Author's Name;</L>
<L>What Works were then admir'd, &amp; brightly &s;hon,</L>
<L>Are now new writ, eclips't, and far out-done;</L>
<L><PB N="50" REF="36">The Cla&s;&s;ics we not only Engli&s;h't &s;ee,</L>
<L>But whom them&s;elves <HI>Virgil</HI>'s and <HI>Ovid</HI>'s be;</L>
<L>Nor <HI>Pindar</HI>'s, nor <HI>Lucilius</HI>'s are &s;cant,</L>
<L><HI>Plautus</HI> and <HI>Sophocles</HI> yet le&s;s we want,</L>
<L>The Stage was never in &s;o high a Flaunt.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But what's defective, and with-all more &s;trange,</L>
<L>In this &s;o large and bold Poetick Range,</L>
<L>Not one attempts the Epigrammic &s;train,</L>
<L>Has try'd his Force in <HI>Martials</HI> &s;prightly Vein.</L>
<L>Malice nor Slander dares this thing avow,</L>
<L>None do his Wit conceive, or it allow.</L>
<L>How comes it then, that he neglected &s;tands,</L>
<L>Or what's all one, left to Unskilful Hands?</L>
<L>Is't <HI>John&s;on</HI> does in Epigram excel?</L>
<L>Be it &s;o: Yet where he has writ as well,</L>
<L>With Good Succe&s;s &s;ome bravely have e&s;&s;ay'd,</L>
<L>And Noble Voyages have al&s;o made.</L>
<L><PB N="51" REF="36">It Satyr were, if I the Cau&s;e &s;hou'd &s;ay,</L>
<L>'Tis not in Mode, <HI>France</HI> has not led the Way.</L>
<L>Let <HI>France</HI> teach Fops to Dance, &amp; Girls to Dre&s;s,</L>
<L>Pre&s;ide ore Shoe-tyes, not controul our Pre&s;s.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="58" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>58. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> To the &s;ame.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>I Here invite, if that won't do, I dare,</L>
<L>The keene&s;t Wits with <HI>Martial</HI> to compare.</L>
<L>If with my &s;elf, you do &s;u&s;pect, I mean,</L>
<L>I'll bear-up like <HI>A&s;pa&s;ia</HI> in the Scene,</L>
<L>However weak, provoke, affront, defie,</L>
<L>M' Aim being not to fight, but nobly die;</L>
<L>Write therefore, nay abu&s;e, I have my End,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Pen wounds deepe&s;t is my deare&s;t Friend.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="59" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>59. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> To <HI>Linus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHy rage&s;t thou, when coun&s;ell'd for thy good?</L>
<L>Have I traduc'd thee, or mis-under&s;tood?</L>
<L><PB N="52" REF="37">Expos'd to &s;hame, or what's more hardly bore&punc;</L>
<L>Not &s;ought thy Cure, but thee in&s;ulted ore?</L>
<L>If none of the&s;e, why without care of Right,</L>
<L>Do'&s;t thou recriminate, to &s;how thy Spight?</L>
<L>Make me in thine, and yet wor&s;e Follies &s;hare?</L>
<L>Triumph when done, as all with thee were fair?</L>
<L>Can'&s;t thou believe, thy Spleen did'&s;t ju&s;tly vent,</L>
<L>An other's Guilt can make thee Innocent?</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="60" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>60. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> To the &s;ame.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>COnfute and Error in an hone&s;t Mind,</L>
<L>Honour and Love you in return will find.</L>
<L>But where Truth's hated, Error rooted-in,</L>
<L>They hate tho&s;e bring a Light upon their Sin.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="61" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>61. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On Goodne&s;s.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>GOodne&s;s o' th' Good does work, rarely on the Evil,</L>
<L>An Angel fir&s;t in Heaven became a Devil.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="62" TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="53" REF="37">
<HEAD>62. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> The General Lover.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>I All do love are Excellent and Fair,</L>
<L>My Mi&s;tre&s;&s;es, not knowing it, &s;uch are;</L>
<L>The Witty, Shapely, Gallant, Brown and Bright,</L>
<L>Their various Graces variou&s;ly delight;</L>
<L>When they are be&s;t &s;et-forth for Publick view,</L>
<L>And mo&s;t ambitiou&s;ly their Glories &s;hew,</L>
<L>'Tis me they court, tho' nought they le&s;s de&s;ign,</L>
<L>Nor u&s;e I any Means to make them mine.</L>
<L>If any &s;corn, and to &s;hew Pride affect,</L>
<L>I pay them, unconcern'd, the &s;ame Re&s;pect.</L>
<L>Where Beauty reigns, I there no Fault do find,</L>
<L>Th' are all alike to me Kind or Unkind.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But thou who unto One thy Heart do'&s;t tie,</L>
<L>Even tho&s;e excel, di&s;gu&s;t thy partial Eye;</L>
<L>And if this One be moody or di&s;dain,</L>
<L>Thy Peace is lo&s;t, and wretched Thou art &s;lain.</L>
<L><PB N="54" REF="38">But then thou &s;ay'&s;t, while All I thus approve,</L>
<L>Not One does me reciprocally love,</L>
<L>Which thou e&s;teem'&s;t the Quinte&s;&s;ence of Joy,</L>
<L>But I a fond and de&s;picable Toy.</L>
<L>Beauty, at di&s;tance, Divine Rays does &s;hed,</L>
<L>But none e'er met a Godde&s;s in his Bed;</L>
<L>Tho' Eyes, we Stars do call, when they are bright,</L>
<L>A vulgar Error 'tis, they &s;hine by Night.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="63" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>63. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Sextus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHat ever Sea or Land do rare afford,</L>
<L>In Sea&s;on's &s;erv'd at thy volupt'ous Board;</L>
<L>Thy Cook with no le&s;s Art does the&s;e prepare,</L>
<L>And for thy &s;elf is all this co&s;tly Fare:</L>
<L>Yet thou a Glutton's Name in ill-part tak'&s;t,</L>
<L>And tell'&s;t what &s;ober Meals thou often mak'&s;t.</L>
<L>Were't thou not &s;ick? or el&s;e di&s;lik't thy Meat?</L>
<L>And think'&s;t th'art temperate, when thou can'&s;t not eat.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="64" TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="55" REF="38">
<HEAD>64. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> To <HI>Sillius.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>SIllius,</HI> of late, it was my chance to meet,</L>
<L>Who with &s;urprizing Kindne&s;s did me greet,</L>
<L>He hugg'd me, ki&s;s't me, even for Joy did weep.</L>
<L>My be&s;t of Friends, &s;ay'd he, you'll al&s;o &s;teep</L>
<L>Your Eyes in Tears, when I &s;hall let you know,</L>
<L>What I in <HI>Per&s;ia</HI> late did undergo.</L>
<L>Oh, the va&s;t De&s;erts! Oh, the dang'rous Sand!</L>
<L>The Hard&s;hips I &s;u&s;tain'd by Sea and Land!&mdash;</L>
<L>In &s;hort, his Carr'age had &s;uch tender Charms,</L>
<L>As forc'd me &s;ympathize in all his Harms.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But when within my Mind I did revolve</L>
<L>Our kind Encounter, it pos'd me to re&s;olve,</L>
<L>When our huge Amity at fir&s;t began,</L>
<L>All I cou'd &s;ay, was, I had &s;een the Man;</L>
<L>And wonder'd much at &s;uch his Magick Pow'r,</L>
<L>Cou'd perfect Friend&s;hip le&s;s than in an Hour.</L>
<L><PB N="56" REF="39">While thus the Novelty did me confound,</L>
<L>He did the My&s;tery him&s;elf expound.</L>
<L>Thou needs, &s;ays he, mu&s;t lend me Twenty|pound.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="65" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>65. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Zoilus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>ZOilus,</HI> how do you? I did only &s;ay.</L>
<L>My Lu&s;t, he an&s;wer'd, does not yet decay,</L>
<L>Va&s;tly I eat; and, laughing, did di&s;clo&s;e,</L>
<L>After a Fea&s;t, what late befel his Ho&s;e&mdash;</L>
<L>Hold, I then cry'd, I &s;ee your Hand is inn&mdash;</L>
<L>Plain Truth, I ne'r before, did think a Sin.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="66" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>66. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Bibulus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>BIbulus,</HI> mean of Birth, but high in Place,</L>
<L>Scarce to the Nobl'&s;t will vouch&s;afe the Grace</L>
<L>To re-&s;alute, or an&s;wer, when they &s;peak,</L>
<L>But from their Court regardle&s;ly does break:</L>
<L><PB N="57" REF="39">While with Care&s;&s;es &s;ome make humble &s;uit,</L>
<L>All Complement, but unto all he's mute.</L>
<L>Unea&s;ie &s;hews, even at a kind Addre&s;s,</L>
<L>As Courtecy it &s;elf did him oppre&s;s.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>As I did mu&s;e, who was the happy He,</L>
<L>Cou'd to's fa&s;tidious Humour grateful be,</L>
<L>Into the Room there came an uncouth <HI>Wight,</HI></L>
<L>Known by In&s;tinct, I think, e'er come in &s;ight:</L>
<L>For <HI>Bibulus,</HI> e'er you cou'd &s;ay, What's this?</L>
<L>Found him, embrac'd him, met him with a ki&s;s;</L>
<L>Hands they did &s;hake, and for a pretty &s;pace,</L>
<L>One's rube No&s;e joyn'd t'other's purple Face.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>They &s;mil'd, that cou'd the My&s;t'ry unfold.</L>
<L>The Man, it &s;eems, drunk &s;tiff, and good Wine &s;old.</L>
<L>Lovers and Courtiers Rivals do not brook,</L>
<L>But Drunkards kindly on their Rivals look.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="67" TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="58" REF="40">
<HEAD>67. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> To the Generous.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THe <HI>Jew</HI> all Intere&s;t was forbid to take,</L>
<L>Advantage, from his Brothers Want, to make.</L>
<L>Their wi&s;e Men, from this Law, did thus decree,</L>
<L>Thy Brother <HI>Jew</HI> &s;hall not Ob&s;equious be,</L>
<L>For any Loan pay &s;ervile U&s;ury,</L>
<L>Crouch, or demean him&s;elf more abject low,</L>
<L>Pay a Re&s;pect, before he did not owe.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="68" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>68. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On a Lady's Mu&s;ick-Book richly bound.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHoever takes me in his Hand,</L>
<L>The&s;e things I give him in Command.</L>
<L>That he not, idly, let me fall,</L>
<L>Nor hold me yet for good and all;</L>
<L>That he defile me with no Smutch,</L>
<L>My Gilding was not lay'd for &s;uch;</L>
<L><PB N="59" REF="40">That he tran&s;crib's, by &s;tealth, no Air,</L>
<L>My Leaves, for any u&s;es, tear;</L>
<L>That he fills not my void-Spaces&punc;</L>
<L>With the Draughts of filthy Faces;</L>
<L>No, nor in&s;ert his Mi&s;tre&s;s Name,</L>
<L>Or yet his own. Go &s;eek thee Fame</L>
<L>On <HI>Greenwich</HI> Leads, or top of <HI>Pauls,</HI></L>
<L>Where &s;uch-like Worthies make their Scroles,</L>
<L>There leaving carv'd their Names and Feet,</L>
<L>Monuments for their Glories meet.</L>
<L>Art and Co&s;t made me thus fair,</L>
<L>To trea&s;ure, like my &s;elf, things rare;</L>
<L>To &s;erve a Mi&s;tre&s;s of Great Name,</L>
<L>Of &s;o Divine a Voice and Frame,</L>
<L>That neither can the Ears or Eyes</L>
<L>Say in which mo&s;t the Angel lies.</L>
<L>If then what's artle&s;s, vile, or rude,</L>
<L>A bruti&s;h Hand &s;hall here obtrude,</L>
<L><PB N="60" REF="41">Know, where Excellence high appears,</L>
<L>There hideous &s;how the A&s;&s;es Ears.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="69" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>69. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Rufus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THou often boa&s;t'&s;t, how free thou art from blame,</L>
<L>If none do prai&s;e thee, none can al&s;o &s;hame.</L>
<L>Boa&s;t thy good Luck, that th'art not under&s;tood,</L>
<L>There mu&s;t be Evil, where is found no Good.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="70" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>70. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On the &s;ame.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>NO Drunkard, nor Adulterer thou art,</L>
<L>With Cheat&punc; or Robber ever act'&s;t a part.</L>
<L>The Riddle's dark, in truth, I can't deny:</L>
<L>Faith, now expound, where-in thy Vices lie.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="71" TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="61" REF="41">
<HEAD>71. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Frances.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>FRances</HI> advanc'd to Chamber-Maids degree,</L>
<L>Vouch&s;af'd &s;ometimes her Country Friends to &s;ee:</L>
<L>And more to &s;hew her Courtly Air and Art,</L>
<L>As &s;he wore Silks, &s;he acted too the Part</L>
<L>Of a fine Lady. On a &s;ultry day,</L>
<L>As &s;oon as come, her Neck &s;he did di&s;play,</L>
<L>Much better hid, gave one her Scarf to hold,</L>
<L>Her Fan and Gloves to tho&s;e that were &s;o bold</L>
<L>(Which all were not) to touch &s;uch precious things.</L>
<L>She &s;tript-up high her Arms, brandi&s;h't her Rings,</L>
<L>To&s;s't her Locks, flounc't t' expre&s;s a gallant Mein,</L>
<L>Tho' to &s;ay truth, not over-&s;weet nor clean.</L>
<L>Talk't loud and ful&s;om, wry'd her Mouth &amp; Face,</L>
<L>What ere &s;he thought wou'd add the greater Grace.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>To ta&s;te of their cour&s;e Fare, they her did pray.</L>
<L>Which &s;quemi&s;hly, good Breeding to betray,</L>
<L><PB N="62" REF="42">She did accept: But like a Wolf did eat,</L>
<L>(Lac'd Shoes at home abounded more than Meat.)</L>
<L>When &s;he was gone, and all began t' admire</L>
<L>Her &s;tately Way, Genteelne&s;s, and Attire,</L>
<L>A Girl there &s;aid, Mother, what e'er you think,</L>
<L>I, for my part, &s;melt Mi&s;tre&s;s <HI>Frances</HI> &s;tink.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="72" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>72. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Scipio Africanus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>ANtiochus</HI> cho&s;e rather to defie</L>
<L>The <HI>Roman</HI> Pow'r, than with it to comply:</L>
<L>His Forces broke, and utterly defeat,</L>
<L>In this &s;ubmi&s;&s;ive manner he did treat.</L>
<L>Not what before the War you did demand,</L>
<L>We yield, but all you &s;hall be&s;ide command.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Noble <HI>Scipio</HI> thus did an&s;wer make,</L>
<L><HI>Rome</HI> no Advantage does from Fortune take,</L>
<L>As &s;he does &s;corn to &s;toop to adver&s;e Fate,</L>
<L>By Pro&s;p'rous &s;he is never more elate.</L>
<L><PB N="63" REF="42">Our Actions Ju&s;tice, not Succe&s;s, does guide,</L>
<L>We ask the &s;ame, which you before deny'd.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="73" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>73. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Claudia.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>FAir <HI>Claudia</HI> wants no &s;weet and pow'rful Charms,</L>
<L>Her Eyes wound deep, and cure the plea&s;ing harms;</L>
<L>None can her Graces with &s;uch truth impart,</L>
<L>As I that feell them in my captiv'd Heart.</L>
<L>Yet when Divine <HI>Emilia</HI> does appear,</L>
<L><HI>Claudia,</HI> &s;o many aws, her &s;elf does fear;</L>
<L>Sighs and &s;heds Tears to &s;ee her Empire wain,</L>
<L>A greater Ex'lence o'er her le&s;&s;er Reign.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>While thus I &s;poke, the &s;mart and angry twang</L>
<L>Of <HI>Cupid</HI>'s Bow-&s;tring i' the Air loudly rang.</L>
<L><HI>Traitor,</HI> &s;aid he, <HI>and can'&s;t thou then approve,</HI></L>
<L><HI>An others Grace 'bove hers that thou do&s;t love?</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="74" TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="64" REF="43">
<HEAD>74. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On a feign'd Friend.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHen ought thou need'&s;t, thou do'&s;t it &s;o de|mand,</L>
<L>Not as one &s;ues, but one that does command</L>
<L>In Friend&s;hip's Name. Thou &s;ay'&s;t, a Friend is known,</L>
<L>When in Di&s;tre&s;&s;es he his Friend will own.</L>
<L>This is a Truth, which all will thee allow:</L>
<L>But then at other times, I know not how,</L>
<L>So &s;trange thou art, thou &s;carce do'&s;t know my Face,</L>
<L>Or with a bare Good-morrow wilt me grace;</L>
<L>Ore-&s;ee'&s;t me oft, indu&s;triou&s;ly do'&s;t &s;hun,</L>
<L>Is't Friend&s;hip only then, to &s;erve thy turn?</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="75" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>75. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Diony&s;ius.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>DIony&s;ius,</HI> ambitious was to be,</L>
<L>Tyrant no le&s;s o'er Wit, than <HI>Sicily:</HI></L>
<L><PB N="65" REF="43">As he his Countries Laws had broke before,</L>
<L>The <HI>Mu&s;es</HI> he as barb'rou&s;ly ore-bore.</L>
<L>A <HI>Poem</HI> to <HI>Phyloxenes</HI> did &s;how,</L>
<L>Commanding there-upon his Thoughts to know,</L>
<L>Who true to's Judgment, to his Safety ra&s;h,</L>
<L>Defac'd the whole Performance with one da&s;h.</L>
<L>For which the Tyrant did in rage confine</L>
<L>His Judge to dig in Fetters in the Mine.</L>
<L>But di&s;ciplin'd, did him again re&s;tore,</L>
<L>And &s;hew'd him other Ver&s;es, as before,</L>
<L>Reading them now, the better to di&s;play,</L>
<L>Wherein their Grace and Elegancy lay.</L>
<L><HI>Phyloxenes,</HI> e'er half the Book was done,</L>
<L>On's own accord, beckon'd the Guards to come,</L>
<L>And back convey him to the Mine again,</L>
<L>To dig, than hear, holding it le&s;&s;er Pain.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="76" TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="66" REF="44">
<HEAD>76. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On Dr. <HI>Rugely,</HI> robb'd and wounded.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>GReat Nat'rali&s;t, good Chri&s;tian, and Divine,</L>
<L>Tho' rarely &s;een, in thee they all combine.</L>
<L>So knowing, yet &s;o tender in thy Art,</L>
<L>That Patient and Phy&s;ician both thou art;</L>
<L>And tho' Oracular th' Advices are,</L>
<L>Yet for the Sick thou of't vouch&s;af'&s;t to fear.</L>
<L>As robb'd and wounded, had'&s;t thou too been &s;lain,</L>
<L>How many Hundreds had receiv'd their Bain?</L>
<L>Thy Goodne&s;s weigh'd, and Good that thou do'&s;t do,</L>
<L>Death had been Sacriledge and Murder too.</L>
<L>Fit Veng'ance for this Crime no Tongue can tell,</L>
<L>As it was hatch'd, it mu&s;t be purg'd in Hell.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="77" TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="67" REF="44">
<HEAD>77. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On the young Man in the Go&s;pel.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THe rich young Man, who in the Go&s;pel thought</L>
<L>No Terms were hard, which unto Heaven Men brought,</L>
<L>When our Lord &s;ay'd, <HI>If thou wilt perfect be,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Sell all thou ha'&s;t, and come and follow me.</HI></L>
<L>He thought even Heaven cou'd not his lo&s;s repay:</L>
<L>And tho' he briskly came, dejected went away.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="78" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>78. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Diony&s;ius.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>PHyloxenes</HI> no Cruelties cou'd tame,</L>
<L>Or &s;corn the Tyrant <HI>Diony&s;ius</HI> &s;hame:</L>
<L>But Ver&s;es on him he wou'd &s;till obtrude,</L>
<L>How'ere before his Cen&s;ure had been rude.</L>
<L>The Tyrant oft, reciting, drop'd a Tear,</L>
<L><HI>Phyloxenes,</HI> affected to appear,</L>
<L>Said, Me too, what you read, it pity'd much to hear.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="79" TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="68" REF="45">
<HEAD>79. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On Madam <HI>Pen.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHy, Madam <HI>Pen,</HI> in &s;uch a fume and pet?</L>
<L>Th' Affront, &s;aid &s;he, wou'd make even Pati|ence fret.</L>
<L>'Tis bad enough to call one Trapes and Jade,</L>
<L>In&s;ufferable, <HI>old and ancient Maid.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="80" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>80. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Rome.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WE grudge not <HI>Rome</HI> thy Secular Renown,</L>
<L>U&s;urped Primacy, or Triple-Crown;</L>
<L>Right of Communion we do only claim,</L>
<L>While with the ancient Church our Faith's the &s;ame,</L>
<L>While her three Creeds and Councils we embrace,</L>
<L>In all things &s;trictly do her Foot-&s;teps trace;</L>
<L>The Scripture Canon, which thou call'd'&s;t thine own</L>
<L>Four hundred Years, is that we al&s;o own,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="69" REF="45">
<L>Enrag'd, thou &s;ay'&s;t, What is all this to thee?</L>
<L>Where is thy claim'd Infallibility,</L>
<L>Thy Purgatory, Power to di&s;pence,</L>
<L>With what&s;oe'er the Scripture makes Offence?</L>
<L>Thy Image-Wor&s;hip, Wor&s;hip of the Cro&s;s,</L>
<L>Of Saints and Angels, be it with the lo&s;s</L>
<L>Of a Commandment? Let <HI>Tramontans</HI> rebel,</L>
<L>Thy Pow'r does yet extend to Heaven and Hell.</L>
<L>Think we, 'cau&s;e Chri&s;tians, to avoid the Doom</L>
<L>Of <HI>Hereticks,</HI> while Enemies to <HI>Rome?</HI></L>
<L>Thy Artifices we have all di&s;clos'd,</L>
<L>Thy Cheats and Novelties to' th' World expos'd,</L>
<L>Open'd all Nations Eyes, and made them &s;ee,</L>
<L>How weakly thy Pretences founded be.</L>
<L>But what's our Gain? b' th' Pains we have employ'd,</L>
<L>W' have that confirm'd, we hop'd to have de&s;troi'd.</L>
<L>What by a Criple-Faith thou had'&s;t before,</L>
<L>Thou hold'&s;t by Int're&s;t now, a Nobler Score:</L>
<L><PB N="70" REF="46">All Kings and States are at this Day thy Friends,</L>
<L>Not as, Times pa&s;t, deceiv'd, but for their Ends.</L>
<L><HI>Peter,</HI> his Keys, con&s;igned in a Mi&s;t,</L>
<L>And lo&s;t they h'd been, and perhaps never mi&s;s't,</L>
<L>Had'&s;t thou not found &amp; &s;eiz'd them: for a while,</L>
<L>An ignorant World the&s;e &s;erved to beguile:</L>
<L>But now thou do'&s;t not on &s;uch &s;hifts rely,</L>
<L>No Pow'r's &s;o Great, thou dare'&s;t not to defie.</L>
<L>W' are &s;awcy therefore thus to claim Communion,</L>
<L>To hold with Thee a Parity and Union.</L>
<L>Do we for Pardon &s;ue, and for Protecttion?</L>
<L>What we Communion call, &s;hou'd be Subjection.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="81" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>81. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> To <HI>Lelia.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THou wou'd&s;t my Love I &s;hou'd to thee engage,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e we both do &s;uit &s;o well in Age:</L>
<L>But my own Wrinkles me offend and fright,</L>
<L>Expect'&s;t thou then I &s;hou'd in thine delight?</L>
<L><PB N="71" REF="46">The Motive us'd, ought rather us to &s;ever,</L>
<L>Or el&s;e to bed us in a Grave together.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="82" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>82. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> To my new Lord&mdash;</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>BEcau&s;e thou &s;aw'&s;t I pay'd thee a Re&s;pect,</L>
<L>Thou therefore did'&s;t return me thy Neglect:</L>
<L>As if thy Honour were not thee allow'd,</L>
<L>Unle&s;s to tho&s;e thou meet'&s;t, thou might'&s;t be Proud.</L>
<L>Civil to be, I ever held my part,</L>
<L>Not that I valu'd thee, or what thou art.</L>
<L>When next I meet thee, I'll no Cap afford.</L>
<L>Sen&s;le&s;s a 'Squire; but down-right Brute, a Lord.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="83" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>83. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On a Lyer.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHen 'tis a Lye, thou tell'&s;t it with that Art,</L>
<L>Thou winn'&s;t belief from ev'ry Ear &amp; Heart:</L>
<L>But Truth &s;o lamely always do'&s;t report,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e it needs no Wit for its &s;upport,</L>
<L><PB N="72" REF="47">That none receive the things that they do hear,</L>
<L>But with a wrong and a mi&s;taken Cheer.</L>
<L>Held in the dark by that which thou do'&s;t tell</L>
<L>Rejoyce in Evil, mourn when all is well,</L>
<L>Thou bane of Conver&s;e, and thou greate&s;t Cur&s;e,</L>
<L>Who &s;tifle&s;t Good, and of't mak'&s;t Evils wor&s;e.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="84" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>84. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> By way of Dialogue between the Author and his Friend.</HEAD>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fr.]</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>WHat makes thee, <HI>Probus,</HI> in thy latter days,</L>
<L>As youthful &s;till, covet a Wreath of Bays?</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Prob.]</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Some hours, in &s;erious reading, I can &s;pend,</L>
<L>But long my Faculties I cannot bend,</L>
<L>As in times pa&s;t: Tir'd, I Refre&s;hment find,</L>
<L>In the Amu&s;ements of a roving Mind.</L>
<L>All Plea&s;ures of the World from me are fled,</L>
<L>And (I rejoyce) &s;ome Years before me dead.</L>
<L><PB N="73" REF="47">Friends &s;ay they come Re&s;pect and Love to pay,</L>
<L>But glad they are, when they can get away:</L>
<L>And 'twere a &s;hame, at this my Age to &s;how,</L>
<L>Content to any, but my &s;elf, I owe.</L>
<L><HI>Epigrams</HI> afford a great Variety,</L>
<L>And ne'er are tir'd, or tiring Company:</L>
<L>The Wi&s;e, the Fooli&s;h, Jocular, and Sad,</L>
<L>The Noble, Serious, I &s;ee here, and Mad.</L>
<L>And like a Farce, if &s;ome appear but mean,</L>
<L>Others di&s;play again a Glorious Scene.</L>
<L>My Life I not with thine, but theirs, compare,</L>
<L>Who droop their Days out in a &s;leeping&punc; Chair.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="85" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>85. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Demas.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>ARt thou &s;o mope't, pa&s;t four&s;core Years, to wed?</L>
<L>A Woman to betray (as may be &s;aid)</L>
<L>Unto a Grave, not to a Nuptial-Bed?</L>
<L><PB N="74" REF="48">Thou call'&s;t thy walking Skelliton, a Life;</L>
<L>And avow'd Baud'ry, by the Name of Wife.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="86" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>86. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Laura.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>MO&s;t lovely Maid! of &s;o Divine a Frame,</L>
<L>We &s;ee in thee, all we can Ex'llent name;</L>
<L>The &s;weetne&s;s of a Spring thy Youth does &s;umm,</L>
<L>And promis'd Ble&s;&s;ings of the Year to come.</L>
<L>Yet thou wert &s;lighted lately on the &s;core,</L>
<L>A Bunch-Back brought upon't two thou&s;and more.</L>
<L>With whom thy cautious Gallant did engage:</L>
<L>But &s;hortly after, purchas't from the Stage</L>
<L>A Pro&s;titute, &s;et all, for her, at nought,</L>
<L>And thought his Rotten-Ware was cheaply bought.</L>
<L>Thus, when to &s;eek a Wife, &s;uch Muck-Worms go,</L>
<L>You'd &s;wear they went to Market, not to woo;</L>
<L><PB N="75" REF="48">They do &s;o huck&s;ter, bargain, and demur,</L>
<L>Vertue and Beauty are not any Spur,</L>
<L>To make their Earthy &s;ordid Minds lay-hold</L>
<L>On that, which gain'd, wou'd all they have turn Gold.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="87" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>87. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Theonina.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>IN Cen&s;ure &s;piteful, Defamation bold,</L>
<L>Young but in Years, and yet in Mi&s;chief old;</L>
<L>Lyes are thy Pa&s;time, Slander is thy Food,</L>
<L>To hatch &s;ome Evil thou do'&s;t always brood;</L>
<L>Thou fear'&s;t no Sin, where thou do'&s;t fear no Law,</L>
<L>Puni&s;hment may, but Con&s;cience ne'er did awe.</L>
<L>Since in what's Bad thou glory'&s;t to excel,</L>
<L>There is a King: Be thou the Queen of Hell.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="88" TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="76" REF="49">
<HEAD>88. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> To <HI>Decius.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHen thy ra&s;h Tongue 'gain&s;t Vertue does tran&s;gre&s;s,</L>
<L>Thus thou do'&s;t &s;peak, to make thy Folly le&s;s.</L>
<L>I never am &s;trait-lac'd, <HI>Probus,</HI> 'fore thee,</L>
<L>No Pedant, Noble, one of our Degree.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>What e'er thou mak'&s;t me to thy &s;elf-appear,</L>
<L>Noble I am, when Vertue I revere.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="89" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>89. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On a debauch'd Wit.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>'T H'a&s;t read &s;ome Poets, that the Grape adore,</L>
<L>Idolize Wit, loo&s;e Life, a rampant Who&mdash;</L>
<L>De&s;pi&s;e all Vertue, as below their Care,</L>
<L>And high, on the&s;e accounts, their Heads they bear.</L>
<L>The&s;e thou admir'&s;t; their Le&s;&s;ons do'&s;t tran&s;cribe,</L>
<L>And glori'&s;t to be li&s;ted of their Tribe.</L>
<L><PB N="77" REF="49">Drink'&s;t, rant'&s;t, bla&s;phem'&s;t, &amp; often do'&s;t complain</L>
<L>When thou do'&s;t want thy Vices to maintain,</L>
<L>None do true Worth regard: and full of Wine,</L>
<L>Think'&s;t thou art Great in Parts, &s;omething Di|vine.</L>
<L>Had'&s;t thou thy due, thou &s;hou'd be rank'd with Swine,</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="90" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>90. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On an Old Dotard.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>I'M four&s;core Years &amp; more: yet I wou'd wed,</L>
<L>Tho' pa&s;t the Duties of the Marr'age-Bed.</L>
<L>And &s;ham'&s;t thou not, &s;uch Thoughts to entertain,</L>
<L>Which thy Religion, Honour, Age, do &s;tain?</L>
<L>Ha'&s;t thou no Moral Strength, if not Divine,</L>
<L>That thus below a Man thou do'&s;t decline?</L>
<L>Let no fal&s;e Principle thy Heart abu&s;e,</L>
<L>Marr'age it &s;elf will not thy Lu&s;t excu&s;e.</L>
<L>It was ordain'd this raging Sin to tame,</L>
<L>Not to foment and keep alive its Flame.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="91" TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="78" REF="50">
<HEAD>91. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On a drunken Quack.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>B&V;tler,</HI> Great <HI>Butler,</HI> thou do'&s;t often &s;ay,</L>
<L>I make my Rule, his Method, and his Way!</L>
<L>He, a Good-Fellow was, and lov'd good Wine,</L>
<L>Nor to Moro&s;ne&s;s will I e'er incline.</L>
<L>Thus Idle-hours, that is, thy Life, thou &s;pend'&s;t,</L>
<L>The Day in Drink begin'&s;t, and in Drink end'&s;t.</L>
<L>Soak'&s;t it like <HI>Butler,</HI> not like him do'&s;t read,</L>
<L>A Bottle mak'&s;t all Books to &s;uper&s;ede.</L>
<L>A Great Drunkard thou may'&s;t arrive to be,</L>
<L>But a Great Doctor we &s;hall never &s;ee.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="92" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>92. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> The Invitation of a Friend.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>COme dine with me to day, and you'll revive,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e drooping Spirits, are but ju&s;t alive.</L>
<L><PB N="79" REF="50">All &s;weet and pure you ev'ry where &s;hall find,</L>
<L>The Sen&s;es pleas'd, do recreate the Mind;</L>
<L>Your Sight and Smell luxuriou&s;ly I'll treat,</L>
<L>E'er I do &s;et before you ought to eat.</L>
<L>Nor &s;hall your Welcome yet be wholly airy,</L>
<L>As if I fea&s;ted not a Man, but Fairy.</L>
<L>Ven'&s;on I have, young Partidges, and Hare,</L>
<L>Some Home-Provi&s;ions, that may prove as rare;</L>
<L>Wine from the Soil immediately that's brought</L>
<L>Of various Kinds, all Pre&s;ents, and not bought.</L>
<L>Choice Fruits and Herbs I not vouch&s;afe to name,</L>
<L>Aiming to day to reach <HI>Lucullus</HI> Fame.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>We'll eat alone, unle&s;s a Third appear,</L>
<L>That will not check our Mirth, but mend our Chear:</L>
<L>Prudence in whom does &s;o out-vie what's fair,</L>
<L>You'll think all Vertue pre&s;ent, when &s;he's there.</L>
<L><PB N="80" REF="51">She'll not importune with her Speech or &s;tay,</L>
<L>Tho' all be Ex'llent that you hear her &s;ay,</L>
<L>And &s;ad you'll be, when &s;he does go away.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Board remov'd, the &s;ober Fumes of Wine</L>
<L>Our Thoughts &s;hall wing to &s;omething that's Di|vine,</L>
<L>We'll that di&s;cour&s;e, which Vertue may improve,</L>
<L>Even at our Years, our Knowledge, &amp; our Love;</L>
<L>Confer what eithers Mu&s;e&punc; did late in&s;pire,</L>
<L>Thou mine &s;halt judge, while I do thine admire.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="93" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>93. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> To the Jealous Reader.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>EV'ry new <HI>Epigram</HI> that thou do&s;t &s;ee,</L>
<L>Without all Cau&s;e thou fear'&s;t decyphers thee.</L>
<L>But the <HI>Satyrick-Mirror</HI> &s;hews the Ca&s;e,</L>
<L>Or Vice, never reflects Mens outward Face.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="94" TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="81" REF="51">
<HEAD>94. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Criticus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>MArius,</HI> thou &s;ay'&s;t, in Knowledge not abounds,</L>
<L>His Books are few, and weak in Arts his Grounds;</L>
<L>Thou, in all Learning and all Tongues, art skill'd,</L>
<L>Thy Shelves with num'rous &amp; be&s;t Authors fill'd.</L>
<L>Yet what&s;oe'er <HI>Marius</HI> does undertake,</L>
<L>The mo&s;t Judicious high Account of't make,</L>
<L>And thy profound pretending Works de&s;pi&s;e,</L>
<L>As Dulne&s;s clothed in a Learn'd Di&s;gui&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I thus in other Trades have &s;een &s;uch Fools,</L>
<L>Who Bunglers are, yet proud of Ex'llent Tools.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="95" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>95. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On the Wicked in the highe&s;t degree.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>VIcious, conceited, in&s;olent, and proud,</L>
<L>Void of all Worth, yet po&s;itive and loud;</L>
<L><PB N="82" REF="52">Ill Ma&s;ter, Father, Husband, Neighbour, Friend,</L>
<L>Whom &s;en&s;e of Right or Wrong cou'd never bend;</L>
<L>Who God un&s;een not only do'&s;t de&s;pi&s;e,</L>
<L>But fatten'&s;t i' th' Oppre&s;&s;ed's Tears and Cries;</L>
<L>And &s;miling ask'&s;t, What's, after all, the Evil?</L>
<L>None: 'cau&s;e 'tis hop'd, thou't fright from Earth the Devil.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="96" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>96. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On the like.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>POor in thy Youth, &s;harking, and profligate,</L>
<L>Unju&s;t &amp; proud, when rais'd to high E&s;tate;</L>
<L>Which thou conceiv'&s;t thy Parts did bring thee to,</L>
<L>But want of Wit did plainly thee undo.</L>
<L>And when thou lay'&s;t under the &s;ade&s;t Cro&s;s,</L>
<L>The Vice of all three Fortunes did'&s;t engro&s;s.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="97" TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="83" REF="52">
<HEAD>97. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On a Lady Painter.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WIth excellent Ma&s;t'ry thou draw'&s;t the Face&punc;</L>
<L>Each Feature do'&s;t expre&s;s, and nat'ral Grace.</L>
<L>Were th' Inward-Man as well by me de&s;ign'd&punc;</L>
<L>I &s;hou'd be &s;til'd, the <HI>Titian</HI> of the Mind.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="98" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>98. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On the Enamour'd of a fal&s;e Beauty.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>A Well-bred Virgin, Vert'ous, Noble, Wi&s;e,</L>
<L>Mo&s;t Beautiful withall, thou do&s;t de&s;pi&s;e.</L>
<L>But Players, Dancers, Singers do'&s;t admire,</L>
<L>The&s;e thou confe&s;&s;e&s;t, &s;et thy Heart on fire.</L>
<L>Did'&s;t never hear, how by a Magick-Spell,</L>
<L>Dead-Bodies have been rais'd, and made to tell</L>
<L>Some things above them&s;elves, and then have &s;unk</L>
<L>Again into a Ga&s;tly loath&s;om Trunk?</L>
<L><PB N="84" REF="53">Such, if thy blindne&s;s wou'd allow thee prove,</L>
<L>Thou'd&s;t find th' admired Object of thy Love;</L>
<L>The Per&s;ons &s;elf, &s;trip't of adult'rous Art,</L>
<L>Scarce wou'd make good the Carca&s;s of her Part;</L>
<L>With-draw the Poets Words, the Stage Attire,</L>
<L>And thou wilt loath, what thou do'&s;t now admire.</L>
<L>She, like the Scenes, appears a glorious Sky,</L>
<L>A Sun, what not? fal&s;e Lights deceive thine Eye,</L>
<L>Both, Paint and Tra&s;h, are found, examin'd nigh.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="99" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>99. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On a Coward.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>LIke thee, in &s;afety, none's &s;o fierce and bold,</L>
<L>Danger approaching, none &s;o faint and cold;</L>
<L>The Brave, in Perril, do con&s;ult which way</L>
<L>They may orecome; thou, which to run-away;</L>
<L>They only ask, what is their Duty here;</L>
<L>Thou, what's &s;ugge&s;ted by thy treach'rous Fear;</L>
<L><PB N="85" REF="53">They face to face confront a daring Foe,</L>
<L>Thy Malice, hid and &s;culking, thou do'&s;t &s;how;</L>
<L>When they &s;ubdue, their Anger they a&s;&s;wage,</L>
<L>But here thy Fury fir&s;t begins to rage,</L>
<L>The Rancour Fear did in thy Heart &s;uppre&s;s,</L>
<L>Without all Mercy now thou do'&s;t expre&s;s.</L>
<L>In Private Conver&s;e th' art to all a &s;lave,</L>
<L>And certainly, in Publick Tru&s;t, a Knave.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="100" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>100. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> What is Sweete&s;t.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>VVHat is &s;o &s;weet, nought with it can com|pare?</L>
<L>By Love perfum'd, a vertuous Maid and fair.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="101" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>101. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On a conceited Per&s;on.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>PEr&s;uaded of thy Worth, thou long'&s;t to &s;ee,</L>
<L>What &s;ome do &s;ear, an <HI>Epigram</HI> on thee.</L>
<L><PB N="86" REF="54">But little Bad or Good of thee I know,</L>
<L>And none delighted are with what's &s;o &s;o.</L>
<L>This vulgar Proverb by thy &s;elf di&s;cu&s;s,</L>
<L><HI>Souce a Sows Ear, 'twill ne'&eacute;r make Velvet Pur&s;e.</HI></L>
<L>Tho&s;e Subjects I pa&s;s-by, have no e&s;elat,</L>
<L>In Vice and Vertue common are and flat.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="102" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>102. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On my Cen&s;orious Reader.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THou &s;ai&s;t, I'm full of malice and of Spight,</L>
<L>Ill-nature's &s;een, in all that I do write:</L>
<L>Thy Cen&s;ure does not wound, but me delight.</L>
<L>'Gain&s;t Vice I have, 'gain&s;t Men I never wrote,</L>
<L>Nor will for any Wrong or Price be brought,</L>
<L>Be thou Good-natur'd then, to what is naught.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="103" TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="87" REF="54">
<HEAD>103. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On the &s;ame.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>MOre clo&s;e and home thou yet do'&s;t me accu&s;e,</L>
<L>Say'&s;t, in an <HI>Epigram,</HI> thy Words I u&s;e;</L>
<L>Nay, a known Vice of thine di&s;play. Be 't &s;o,</L>
<L>Mu&s;t I remember unto whom I owe</L>
<L>All I have heard or &s;een? Or mu&s;t Men know</L>
<L>A Per&s;on by a Speech or Act? 'Tis true,</L>
<L>By'th Lions Claw, a skilful Arti&s;t knew</L>
<L>His bulk: But who &s;hall only draw thy Toe,</L>
<L>Thy Manners or thy Face will never &s;how.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="104" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>104. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On the &s;ame.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>DI&s;plea&s;ed at the Freedom of my Pen,</L>
<L>Which thou conceiv'&s;t defects &s;o many Men,</L>
<L><PB N="88" REF="55">Thou ask'&s;t, If I my &s;elf from Vice am free?</L>
<L>I wi&s;h I were: But what is this to thee?</L>
<L>Why, thou woud'&s;t have me my own Follies &s;how.</L>
<L>Alas, who is &s;o happy them to know?</L>
<L>But while thou think'&s;t my &s;elf I do conceal,</L>
<L>All that I write, my &s;ecret Thoughts reveal;</L>
<L>What I do love, de&s;pi&s;e, admire, or hate,</L>
<L>When lea&s;t de&s;igning, I do truly &s;tate.</L>
<L>One <HI>Epigram</HI> may on &s;ome One reflect,</L>
<L>But they all joyn my Nature to detect.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="105" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>105. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On a mi&s;taken Epigrammati&s;t.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THou &s;til'&s;t, what's nothing like, an <HI>Epigram,</HI></L>
<L>And may'&s;t as well, a Chicken term a Ram;</L>
<L>Or draw an Ape, and then upon't endor&s;e,</L>
<L><HI>The Animal you &s;ee, I call a Hor&s;e.</HI></L>
<L><PB N="89" REF="55">On this, thou do'&s;t retort to me in &s;pite,</L>
<L>My Ver&s;e are har&s;h: Nor do I Sonnets write.</L>
<L>My Bark oft buffets with a rugged Stream,</L>
<L>And I mu&s;t &s;uit my &s;tile unto my Theam.</L>
<L>Painters, with flowing Oil, their Figures draw.</L>
<L>But Carvers u&s;e the Chi&s;el and the Saw.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="106" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>106. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On an ungrateful Vi&s;itant.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>I'M often troubl'd when I &s;ee thee here,</L>
<L>Too &s;oon or late thou always do'&s;t appear:</L>
<L>But the My&s;t'ry of this, in brief to &s;umm,</L>
<L>Thou can'&s;t not po&s;&s;ibly in Sea&s;on come.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="107" TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="90" REF="56">
<HEAD>107. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On the &s;ame.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>MAny Excu&s;es thou do'&s;t often frame,</L>
<L>For thy &s;lack Vi&s;its, &amp; thy &s;elf do'&s;t blame,</L>
<L>You'd mend all Faults, if that you never came.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="108" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>108. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> More <HI>Cupid</HI>'s than one are blind.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>TH' impo&s;ing Gang of tho&s;e the World counts Wi&s;e,</L>
<L>Only to <HI>Venus</HI> Son allow no Eyes,</L>
<L>While each their <HI>Cupid</HI> has, that's more a Child,</L>
<L>And far more dark and witle&s;s may be &s;til'd:</L>
<L>The Envious, Covetous, and Ambitious,</L>
<L>Gluttonous, and who other ways are Vicious.</L>
<L>For &s;hall we &s;ay, Who Beauty loves is blind?</L>
<L>Who dotes on Sin, has a di&s;cerning Mind?</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="109" TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="91" REF="56">
<HEAD>109. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Sempronia.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THy tender Years had a &s;trong bent to go</L>
<L>An Evil way, e'er thou did&s;t Evil know.</L>
<L>Th' Examples ever pleas'd thee of the wor&s;t,</L>
<L>What noble Virgins trembl'd at, thou dur&s;t.</L>
<L>Thy Beauty thou did&s;t early under&s;tand,</L>
<L>And gav'&s;t the Reigns, to that thou &s;houd'&s;t com|mand.</L>
<L>Thy Clothes exce&s;&s;ive were, loo&s;e thy Addre&s;s,</L>
<L>All a clo&s;e wanton Mind might loud expre&s;s.</L>
<L>Thus thy fir&s;t Days in Luxury were &s;pent.</L>
<L>In Amorous Stealths all of thy Age out-went.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thy Flow'r of Youth and Beauty when decay'd,</L>
<L>With the&s;e all &s;en&s;e of Shame did al&s;o fade,</L>
<L>And leud Affections thee did only &s;way,</L>
<L>The Laws of Lu&s;t bare-fac'dly to obey,</L>
<L><PB N="92" REF="57">Thy Hou&s;e thou mad'&s;t a profe&s;t School of Vice,</L>
<L>The Rendezvous of Riot, Whoredom Dice.</L>
<L>Which tho&s;e of either Sex that did not &s;hun,</L>
<L>Were in their Vertue, Fame, and State undone.</L>
<L>Arm'd <HI>Cat'line</HI> made the <HI>Roman</HI> Hearts to quake,</L>
<L>But thy Debauch did <HI>Rome</HI>'s Foundations &s;hake.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="110" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>110. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On an old Amorous Cock&s;comb.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>TH'&s;t thrown-away thy Night-Cap, bought a Wig,</L>
<L>Thy &s;tumbling Gate converted to a Gig;</L>
<L>Ty'd a broad flaunting Ribond in thy Hat,</L>
<L>One, that out-&s;tares thy &s;elf, at thy Cravat.</L>
<L>And now do'&s;t hope, that the mo&s;t &s;earching Eyes,</L>
<L>Cannot di&s;cern thy Age thro' this di&s;gui&s;e;</L>
<L>But joyn'd with Wealth, thou'lt make a pow'rful Court</L>
<L>Unto the Fair. Thou'lt make at lea&s;t good &s;port.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="111" TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="93" REF="57">
<HEAD>111. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On the &s;ame.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>I Heard thy Rhume defeated thy Di&s;gui&s;e,</L>
<L>And that a Lady &s;o did thee de&s;pi&s;e,</L>
<L>She &s;aid, Old Sir, blow both your No&s;e, &amp; Eyes.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="112" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>112. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> The Young and Old Schi&s;matick.</HEAD>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jun.]</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>I Have been lately, where my Ears did glow,</L>
<L>To hear the prai&s;e of one that was our Foe.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sen.]</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Our Foe? Some Child of Hell, be &s;ure, a Dog,</L>
<L>A Reprobate, in Scripture &s;tile, a Frog</L>
<L>Of the deep Pit, a <HI>Jacobite,</HI> and Traitor.</L>
<L>He mu&s;t be the&s;e, profe&s;s'dly if our Hater,</L>
<L>One that will &s;et his Country at a Price.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jun.]</SPEAKER>
<P>I do not find he's charg'd with any Vice.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="94" REF="58">
<SPEAKER>Sen.]</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>But you &s;hall find. I'll black him with all Evil,</L>
<L>If he be ours, he's God's Foe, and a Devil.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="113" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>113. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> The Reflection.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>AS from the &s;hoar I &s;afely did behold,</L>
<L>(My own days &s;pent) how mortal Men were roll'd,</L>
<L>With the Worlds Billows, &s;ome for Riches moil'd,</L>
<L>Others for Honour, with more hazard, toil'd,</L>
<L>While they their Lu&s;ts and Vanity to plea&s;e,</L>
<L>Oft lo&s;t the Life, they &s;ought to &s;pend in ea&s;e.</L>
<L>I &s;ay'd, were I again my Race to run,</L>
<L>What Troubles and what Dangers cou'd I &s;hun?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Fir&s;t, I wou'd weigh the &s;hortne&s;s of my Days,</L>
<L>Yet, well employ'd, the Pow'r they had to rai&s;e</L>
<L><PB N="95" REF="58">Their Length 'bove what Arithmetick can count.</L>
<L>Yet ne'er their Glory and their Bli&s;s &s;urmount.</L>
<L>By this I'd &s;teer my Cour&s;e, here fix my Eye,</L>
<L>Renounce what with this Truth did not comply;</L>
<L>No avaritious or ambitious Itch</L>
<L>Shou'd my &s;tay'd Mind with their fal&s;e Charms be|witch.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Next in what State Providence me had place't,</L>
<L>I wou'd regard, and with what Parts had grace't;</L>
<L>The&s;e I'd improve, aiming at no Employ,</L>
<L>Admit none offer'd with lea&s;t &s;en&s;e of Joy.</L>
<L>Yet on my Charge I'd ever be intent;</L>
<L>Duty &s;ecure, what e'er were the Event.</L>
<L>So that what e'er Misfortune hap't to be,</L>
<L>Men &s;hou'd reproach the Chance, not cen&s;ure me.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="114" TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="96" REF="59">
<HEAD>114. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Lewis XIV.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THe Life, the Soul, Upholder of the <HI>Port,</HI></L>
<L>Who&s;e Arms the <HI>Cre&s;cent</HI> 'gain&s;t the <HI>Cro&s;s</HI> &s;up|port;</L>
<L>Want of true Greatne&s;s, and the thir&s;t of Sway</L>
<L>All that is Sacred makes thee to betray,</L>
<L>Faction and Trea&s;on to foment and nur&s;e</L>
<L>In ev'ry Land, <HI>Europe</HI>'s, even <HI>France</HI>'s, Cur&s;e;</L>
<L>For thou no le&s;s thy Agents do'&s;t employ,</L>
<L>Thy Subjects, than thy Neighbours, to de&s;troy;</L>
<L>Myriads of harmle&s;s Souls thou ha&s;t undone,</L>
<L>With lo&s;s of Ju&s;tice their Land from them won;</L>
<L>And while they mourn, thy Plea&s;ure thou do&s;t take,</L>
<L>Upon a Couch War with the World do'&s;t make;</L>
<L>Sloathful thy &s;elf, by others gets Renown,</L>
<L>Thou winn'&s;t a Game at Cards, while they a Town.</L>
<L><PB N="97" REF="59">Empire alone is that with thee does weigh,</L>
<L>Which, &s;o thou get'&s;t, it matters not which way,</L>
<L>No &s;cruple mak'&s;t, &s;o that thou ha&s;t &s;ucce&s;s,</L>
<L>Whether 'tis Heaven or Hell thy Forces ble&s;s.</L>
<L><HI>Lucifer</HI> to ju&s;tifie, thy Actions tend,</L>
<L>'Tis hop'd, thou &s;ee'&s;t thy fall, and mak'&s;t a Friend.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="115" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>115. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Lamia.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>DEform'd th' art &s;een to be in ev'ry Part,</L>
<L>Beyond the Remedy of Wit and Art;</L>
<L>Cea&s;e then to jet, and tweer, and make a-do,</L>
<L>Ugly thou can'&s;t not be, and Pretty too.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="116" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>116. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On the &s;ame.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>OLd crooked <HI>Claudia</HI> has a &s;ober Grace,</L>
<L>And honour'd is, where e'er &s;he comes in place;</L>
<L>What &s;he was made, &s;he is content to be,</L>
<L>And none do want of Beauty in her &s;ee;</L>
<L><PB N="98" REF="60">Prudence and Goodne&s;s all Defects &s;upply,</L>
<L>Even plea&s;ing make her to a curious Eye.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But thou, tho' mo&s;t deform'd, do'&s;t not de&s;pair,</L>
<L>Agreeable to be, tho' nothing fair,</L>
<L>By acting what thou &s;ee'&s;t the Fair to do,</L>
<L>As if the &s;ame, the &s;ame were, done by two:</L>
<L>But fall'&s;t &s;o &s;hort of that which thou do'&s;t hope,</L>
<L>Thou plai'&s;t <HI>Jack-Pudding</HI> on the lower Rope;</L>
<L>And what w'ad admire in <HI>Clora,</HI> when we &s;ee,</L>
<L>Our Stomach turns, when we behold in thee.</L>
<L>The Charms, th' Affects, the Sweetne&s;s, &amp; the Grace,</L>
<L>E&s;&s;ential are unto a Lovely Face;</L>
<L>Which when thou ape'&s;t, and vilely do'&s;t repeat,</L>
<L>'Tis much that thou e&s;cap'&s;t from being beat.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="117" TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="99" REF="60">
<HEAD>117. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On the &s;ame.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>OF thine own &s;elf thou &s;uch Conceit do'&s;t hold,</L>
<L>That Buckram on thy Back &s;eems Cloth-of-Gold;</L>
<L>Whereas o' th' contrary, it is enough,</L>
<L>Ti&s;&s;ue to make the vile&s;t of all Stuff</L>
<L>If worn by thee: But Garbe, and thy Grimmace</L>
<L>For Beauty, thou believ'&s;t, with all do pa&s;s:</L>
<L>Tho' the&s;e all loath, de&s;te&s;t, and ev'ry Tongue</L>
<L>Swears, as th' art Ugly, thou wert never young.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="118" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>118. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Nanus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>NAnus,</HI> tho' little, yet is fierce and bold,</L>
<L>Scorns by the <HI>Proude&s;t He</HI> to be control'd,</L>
<L>And braves all Men, while &s;uch a Foe they &s;hun,</L>
<L>By whom Di&s;grace may be, no Honour won.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="119" TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="100" REF="61">
<HEAD>119. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On a young She-Libertine.</HEAD>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lib.]</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>WHo did this Law impo&s;e upon our Sex,</L>
<L>Our Peace, our Lives eternally to vex,</L>
<L>That Maids, for&s;ooth, mu&s;t die in deep De&s;pair,</L>
<L>Rather than love, to tho&s;e they love, declare?</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Friend.]</SPEAKER>
<P>Nature her &s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lib.]</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Nature I never &s;aw,</L>
<L>Nor will I be a Slave unto her Law;</L>
<L>By Looks, Addre&s;s, I will my Mind impart,</L>
<L>The&s;e failing, &s;peak in plaine&s;t Words my Heart.</L>
<L>Shall Princes noble be, and States-Men wi&s;e,</L>
<L>Tho' they mi&s;carry in an Enterprize,</L>
<L>And I alone, deterr'd by the Event,</L>
<L>De&s;i&s;t, cau&s;e New, to make a brave Attempt?</L>
</LG>
</SP>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="120" TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="101" REF="61">
<HEAD>120. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On a high-kept Mi&s;s.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>CO&s;tly in Clothes, and haughty in thy Mein,</L>
<L>Thou woud'&s;t be thought to be a petty <HI>Queen;</HI></L>
<L>Contemn'&s;t thy Betters, boa&s;t'&s;t of what's thy &s;hame,</L>
<L>As if by Birth thy Greatne&s;s to thee came:</L>
<L>When all that know thee, this truth al&s;o know,</L>
<L>Thy Glory unto Ba&s;ene&s;s thou do'&s;t owe;</L>
<L>And that thy Sin's the &s;ame, with that o' th' Poor,</L>
<L>Tho' <HI>Madam</HI> thou art &s;til'd, &amp; they term'd <HI>Whore.</HI></L>
<L>Tho' Coach and Palace varni&s;h ore thy Blot,</L>
<L>The <HI>Stocks</HI> and <HI>Bride-well</HI> are tho&s;e Wretches Lot.</L>
<L>Thou liv'&s;t by Lu&s;t, while they but make a &s;lip,</L>
<L>And more de&s;erv'&s;t the Cart-tail, and the Whip.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="121" TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="102" REF="62">
<HEAD>121. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On my <HI>Epigrams.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>I Only Vice at random do rehear&s;e,</L>
<L>'Tis Guilt that makes a Libel of my Ver&s;e;</L>
<L>The Good and Sound, with what they read, are pleas'd,</L>
<L>The Grieved are the Vicious &amp; Di&s;eas'd,</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="122" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>122. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On the unworthily Fortunate.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHile that a pro&s;perous &amp; fore-right Gale,</L>
<L>Fills the expanded Bo&s;om of thy Sail,</L>
<L>Thou happy &s;eem'&s;t, and all to thee do bow,</L>
<L>All, but thy &s;elf, thy Glories do allow:</L>
<L>But while they &s;toop, applaud, and matter find</L>
<L>T' extol, thou &s;adly want'&s;t it in thy Mind.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="123" TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="103" REF="62">
<HEAD>123. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Paris.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>FOrbear to boa&s;t thy infamous &s;ucce&s;s,</L>
<L>That thou the Great <HI>Achilles</HI> did'&s;t &s;uppre&s;s,</L>
<L>When hid, and trembling thou did'&s;t only act,</L>
<L>And 'twas, in truth, a Godde&s;s did the Fact,</L>
<L>Guided thy poy&s;on'd Arrow to his Heel,</L>
<L>While the brave Heroe to the Gods did kneel.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="124" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>124. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On Sir <HI>Irus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>A Noble Lady at her gen'rous Board</L>
<L>Acce&s;s to half-&s;tarv'd <HI>Irus</HI> did afford,</L>
<L>As old as poor, to the&s;e, as little wi&s;e,</L>
<L>Her Goodne&s;s did not yet the Wretch de&s;pi&s;e&punc;</L>
<L>A Knight he was, but not of antick Fame,</L>
<L>Who Giants &s;plit, and Mon&s;ters us'd to tame.</L>
<L><PB N="104" REF="63">But his Adventures now he fir&s;t began,</L>
<L>And much like <HI>Him,</HI> who at the Wind-Mill ran.</L>
<L>Heartn'd and warm, by being daily fed,</L>
<L>The Snake a&s;pir'd unto the Ladies Bed.</L>
<L>'Twou'd honour him to &s;ay, He was defeat,</L>
<L>And lo&s;t his Aim. No: but he lo&s;t his Meat.</L>
<L>Tho' Dotage be high rank'd in <HI>Cupid</HI>'s School,</L>
<L>He thence expels an aged, needy, Fool.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="125" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>125. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On the Shepherds, <HI>Luke 2.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHile on &s;oft Plumes the Rich did &s;leep,</L>
<L>Or Riot them did waking keep,</L>
<L>Con&s;uming in Debauch the Night,</L>
<L>Acting black Sins in Chambers bright:</L>
<L>We poor and hardy Shepherd Swains,</L>
<L>Freed at no Sea&s;on from our Pains,</L>
<L><PB N="105" REF="63">Under the &s;helter of a Rock,</L>
<L>In Winter Nights did guard our Flock;</L>
<L>When, lo, a bright and glorious Ray,</L>
<L>The Sun out-&s;hining at Mid-day,</L>
<L>Surrounded us with great Di&s;may.</L>
<L>A Choir of Angels thus did &s;ing,</L>
<L><HI>Good Tidings to the Earth we bring,</HI></L>
<L><HI>A Saviour to the World is born,</HI></L>
<L><HI>There never ro&s;e &s;o Ble&s;s'd a Morn!</HI></L>
<L><HI>Peace unto Earth, Good Will to Men.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Glory, i' th' highe&s;t be to Heaven!</HI></L>
<L><HI>The Child to know, we give this Sign,</HI></L>
<L><HI>A Manger holds the Babe Divine!</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>We found that true the Angels &s;aid,</L>
<L>And our Account fill'd all with Dread.</L>
<L>The Vi&s;ion thus when we had &s;pread,</L>
<L>Ador'd, and offer'd up a Lamb,</L>
<L>Back to our Folds with Joy we came,</L>
<L><PB N="106" REF="64">Our hone&s;t Labour eas'ly bore,</L>
<L>Finding Heavens Shepherd &s;elf was poor.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="126" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>126. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On the wi&s;e Men, <HI>Matth. 2.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THe <HI>Ea&s;tern</HI> Sages came from far,</L>
<L>Led by Devotion and a Star,</L>
<L>And Heavens King did Homage pay,</L>
<L>When Poor he in a Stable lay!</L>
<L>To <HI>Gentiles</HI> God did thus reveal,</L>
<L>What from proud <HI>Jews</HI> he did conceal:</L>
<L>But the&s;e embroil'd in factious Wars,</L>
<L>In cov'tous and ambitious Jars,</L>
<L>Wi&s;e to the Earth, were blind to Stars.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="127" TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="107" REF="64">
<HEAD>127. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Spurius.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>MUch thou do'&s;t glory in thy Father's Name,</L>
<L>Ore-&s;eeing of thine own, &amp; Mothers &s;hame:</L>
<L>The &s;way of Lu&s;t lodg'd in thy &s;purious Blood,</L>
<L>To Vice ore-bears thee, like a Potent Flood:</L>
<L>Nor known's the Crime th' art not engulfed in,</L>
<L>A Grandee &s;een, and Prince in ev'ry Sin.</L>
<L>Would'&s;t thou be truly Great? Vertue em|brace,</L>
<L>Re&s;cind the Cur&s;e intail'd on Ba&s;tard-Race.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="128" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>128. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> The Pri&s;oner.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THe Court was up, and I had ta'ne a &s;tand,</L>
<L>(Being a &s;tranger) to behold neer hand</L>
<L>The Pri&s;oner, and be&s;ought my Friend to &s;how</L>
<L>By &s;ome Remark, how I the Man might know.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="108" REF="65">
<L><HI>That's he, </HI>he &s;aid,<HI> which you &s;ee march alone,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Whom many bow to, tho' they fear to own.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>What, he that bears &s;uch Brightne&s;s in his Face,</L>
<L>Such high A&s;&s;urance, and &s;erene a Grace?</L>
<L>That's &s;ure the Judge, his Guard, that armed Throng.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>It is the Pri&s;oner that they lead along.</HI></L>
<L>O ble&s;&s;ed Land! I cry'd, if &s;uch I &s;ee</L>
<L>Be Criminals, thy Ju&s;t mu&s;t Wonders be!</L>
<L>I hardly &s;poke, when I was bid to view</L>
<L>A &s;neaking, abject, and down-looking Crew,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Malice the brave Pri&s;oner had run-down,</L>
<L>Having no other Crime, but his Renown.</L>
<L>Let mean Men Vice avoid, the Gen'rous Fame,</L>
<L>There's nought more dang'rous, than a Noble Name.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="129" TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="109" REF="65">
<HEAD>129. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> To <HI>Silius.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THoud'&s;t have a hundred Pound by way of Loan,</L>
<L>In greate&s;t need I this way trouble none,</L>
<L>And to deny &s;uch Suits, &s;hame not to own.</L>
<L>Ten pound thou &s;ay'&s;t I lent thee. To a Friend</L>
<L>What I can loo&s;e, I am content to lend.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="130" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>130. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On the like.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>A Noble Lord five hundr'd Pounds did lend,</L>
<L>Out of meer Greatne&s;s, to a &s;lipp'ry Friend,</L>
<L>Who, beyond hope, the Money did repay;</L>
<L>But, in few days, a larger &s;umm did pray,</L>
<L>Which was deny'd, and that upon the &s;core,</L>
<L>He had &s;o much deceiv'd the time before.</L>
<L>Which when the wond'ring Borrower did deny!</L>
<L>My Lord faceciou&s;ly did thus reply.</L>
<L><PB N="110" REF="66">The Money lent, I never hop'd to &s;ee,</L>
<L>But twice deceiv'd I'll ne'er con&s;ent to be.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="131" TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>131. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Pompillius.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>POmpillius</HI> has attain'd, at la&s;t, his Po&s;t,</L>
<L>As he complain'd, as much he now does boa&s;t;</L>
<L>A Charge he has at Court, no common Grace,</L>
<L>And his Succe&s;s is pourtrai'd in his Face;</L>
<L>Ore-looks not only &s;uch as you, and me,</L>
<L>But his <HI>Great-Self</HI> does al&s;o over-&s;ee;</L>
<L>U&s;urps the Parts he has not, and the Pow'r,</L>
<L>Fancies he's Wi&s;e, and Potent in an hour,</L>
<L>When Sawcy, Witty; Courtly, when mo&s;t rude;</L>
<L>Obliging, where his Folly does obtrude.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Some &s;mile, &s;ome je&s;t: All, he believes, admire,</L>
<L>And ne'er will &s;ee, till he's again i' th' Mire.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="132" TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="111" REF="66" MS="y">
<HEAD>132. <HI>EPIGRAM.</HI> On <HI>Fungus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>A Truant Youth, and Loyt'rer in the Arts,</L>
<L>Trifling that time, &s;hou'd have improv'd thy Parts,</L>
<L>Th'uncultivated Mind now nothing breeds,</L>
<L>But the mo&s;t vicious, rank, and poy&s;onous Weeds;</L>
<L>And Idlene&s;s, which thee times pa&s;t did plea&s;e,</L>
<L>Is now a burden&s;om and &s;ore Di&s;ea&s;e.</L>
<L>Labour does not the Ploughman &s;o annoy,</L>
<L>As Re&s;t does thee, and want of all Employ.</L>
<L>In Drink, or wor&s;e Debauch, thou &s;pend'&s;t the Day,</L>
<L>The next thou plai'&s;t at Dice, or &s;ee'&s;t a Play;</L>
<L>The third, and fourth, and fifth being at a lo&s;s,</L>
<L>Thou &s;carce, without a Halter, bear'&s;t the Cro&s;s.</L>
<L>Phy&s;icians, in this Malady, abjure,</L>
<L>Seek not the <HI>Wells,</HI> but <HI>Galleys,</HI> for thy Cure.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
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