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<DIV1 TYPE="title page">
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<P>EPIGRAMES.</P>
<P>Serued out in 52. &s;euerall <HI>Di&s;hes for euery man to</HI> ta&s;t without &s;urfeting.</P>
<Q LANG="lat">Modicum non nocet.</Q>
<P>By <HI>I. C.</HI> Gent.</P>
<P>LONDON Printed by <HI>G. Elde,</HI> for <HI>W.C.</HI> and are to be &s;olde at his Shop neere vnto Ludgate.</P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="to the reader">
<PB REF="3">
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<HEAD>To the Iudicious, Enuious <HI>and fooli&s;h Reader.</HI></HEAD>
<P>_TO you al<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"> but to thee Iudicious Reader, as mo&s;t re&s;pected, I &s;ubmit my twelue nights tri|fles, (for &s;o I may truely call them) being then made in|&s;tead of Chri&s;tmas Carrols; I know thou &s;ha't finde manie errors in them, but I will not intreate thee to mend them, being too great a taske for thee, and my &s;elfe hat<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"> forborne to doe it. I publi&s;h them not to purchace fame, nor reward, for I prote&s;t I haue beene as carle&s;&s;e in writing them, as any reader can be in reading them, therefore I would de&s;ire thee to thinke cha|ritably. As for you enuious Reader, I know your
<PB REF="4"> mallice and ign<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">rance is &s;uch, that were they the choice&s;t flowers that grow vpon the mount of <HI>Per|na&s;<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">us</HI> you would &s;pitte your poy&s;on vpon them, therfore I haue preuented you and &s;ent you netles. But for my &s;imple plaine dealing Reader, I know if he could here but a baudie ie&s;t he'd grin like his owne picture, and &s;weare he had a good wit that made it, (I would be loath he &s;hould be for&s;worne) yet I &s;hal &s;til hold him <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">im&s;elfe when he has &s;poke his be&s;t of me. But to my fir&s;t Reader againe, the Romanes in their Epigrames did v&s;e the true names of tho&s;e they write of, and our Epigrami|ti&s;ts do borrow their names of them, but I haue v&s;ed ba&s;tard names, &s;uch as my fancie was fa|ther of, not waying whether they were pro|per to the nature of the Epigrame, as indeede there is no &s;uch ne|ce&s;sitie. So fare|well.</P>
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<BODY>
<DIV1 TYPE="poems">
<PB REF="4">
<HEAD>Epigrames.</HEAD>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L>THeres an out-landi&s;h man now newly landed,</L>
<L>With rare inuen<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="2 letters">ons, rich conceited tires:</L>
<L>From Court vnto the Citty he is bandied,</L>
<L>To &s;hew his wares which &s;uddainely in&s;pires.</L>
<L>The incon&s;tant fancie of the fooli&s;h buyers,</L>
<L>The price is great, therefore the wares the better,</L>
<L>Halfe on't downe paid, halfe on't remaine his debtor</L>
<L>And this &s;uperfluous wa&s;te exp<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">nce in &s;pending,</L>
<L>Makes Courtiers euer borrowing, neuer lending.</L>
<L>Yet Ladies be&s;t &s;peed when thy &s;pend mo&s;t of all</L>
<L>For &s;pend they nere &s;o much their wa&s;tes &s;till &s;mall.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="5">
<HEAD>2</HEAD>
<L>THis &s;traunger now is &s;ent for to the Cittie,</L>
<L>Where he does &s;hew &s;ome relique of a fa&s;hion:</L>
<L>A great ruffe rare, a little one that's pretty,</L>
<L>Another excelent with alteration.</L>
<L>The Citty Dam&s;els giue more and pay better:</L>
<L>That I conclude your Citties wa&s;tes are greater.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="5">
<HEAD>3</HEAD>
<L><HI>PHilo</HI> is iealious a<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">d to his wife would proue,</L>
<L>That in a little iealou&s;ie dwels much loue:</L>
<L>Which in her eare &s;o often he did crie,</L>
<L>That &s;he at la&s;t began to edefie.</L>
<L>And &s;aid deare husband henceforth I will be:</L>
<L>More ielous ouer you then you of me.</L>
<L>Which he likt well and wi&s;ht it would be &s;o:</L>
<L>And now with le&s;&s;e mi&s;tru&s;t from home doth go.</L>
<L>The whil&s;t &s;ome friend &s;teps in then doth &s;he feare,</L>
<L>And &s;till is iealous <HI>Philo</HI> thou art neare.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="6">
<HEAD>4.</HEAD>
<L>A Madbraine vickar in a de&s;perate moode,</L>
<L>Would &s;ometimes &s;weare to play at dice was good</L>
<L>And he him&s;elfe would venter many a crowne,</L>
<L>Among&s;t his be&s;t pari&s;honers in the Towne.</L>
<L>The vicar lo&s;t, yet knew no rea&s;on why:</L>
<L>Vnle&s;&s;e there were quick-&s;iluer in the Die.</L>
<L>The Die was broake, quick-&s;iluer there was none,</L>
<L>Yet was the vickars &s;iluer quickly gone.</L>
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<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="6">
<HEAD>8</HEAD>
<L>WHat Gallant's this atir'd all in blacke,</L>
<L>It is no Cour<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">ier &s;ure, nor what do you lacke,</L>
<L>Some ordinary Gallant ten to one,</L>
<L>That liueth idly here about the Towne,</L>
<L>What is it he, I know him tis a Gull,</L>
<L>Thats conicatcht by euery &s;curuy trull,</L>
<L>His father's lately dead and he is heire,</L>
<L>Of large po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ions and reuenues faire,</L>
<L>I haue heard &s;ome &s;ay, great Lord&s;hips to him fall,</L>
<L>Yet this I am &s;ure his maners are but &s;mall.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="7">
<HEAD>9.</HEAD>
<L>ANother Gallant who was light of heele,</L>
<L>Would take vpon him for to runne with any,</L>
<L>For he had run round about fortunes wheele,</L>
<L>And neuer yet was he out run by any,</L>
<L>He ran, and ran, &s;ome twenty yeares together,</L>
<L>And neuer lookt behinde him, till he met,</L>
<L>A Seriant at the &s;houlder, clad in leather,</L>
<L>Then he perceiu'd how he had runne in debt,</L>
<L>And now began to &s;tay, yet he mu&s;t on,</L>
<L>En'e faire and &s;oftly vnto pri&s;on.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="7">
<HEAD>10.</HEAD>
<L><HI>VArius</HI> the traueller who doth not know,</L>
<L>That has bin fu<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">ther than any map can &s;how,</L>
<L>O<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"> ventious <HI>Drak<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">, Haukins,</HI> or <HI>Forbi&s;her;</HI></L>
<L>None ere receiu'd like grace of the Emperor,</L>
<L>The <HI>Sophi<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"></HI> &amp; he &s;worne brothers, twas his lot,</L>
<L>To drinke carou&s;e in <HI>Solymans</HI> owne pot,</L>
<L>Yet here he &s;taid not long, but &s;till went on,</L>
<L>To take acquaintance of great <HI>Pra&s;tor Iohn,</HI></L>
<L>Where he was welcome and it was his chance,</L>
<L>To ki&s;&s;e his empre&s;&s;e, and with his daughter dance,</L>
<L>His lies are mon&s;trous great, and yet but young,</L>
<L><HI>Gargantua</HI> &s;ure was father of his Tounge.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="8">
<HEAD>11</HEAD>
<L>A Pretty Creature of the lighte&s;t fa&s;hion,</L>
<L>Was early once inuited to a marriage,</L>
<L>Before the Cocke had giuen l<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;t relation,</L>
<L>Of the worlds beauty burner on his carriage,</L>
<L>Vp &s;he was got, and got vnto her Truncke,</L>
<L>Wherein complexions were that better'd natures,</L>
<L>The very Daffa-downe-dilly of a Puncke,</L>
<L>Be&s;ides her Art puts downe Venetian features,</L>
<L>But now, either becau&s;e of ha&s;t, or want of light,</L>
<L>Painted her face all red and her lips whight.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="8">
<HEAD>12</HEAD>
<L>WHo er'e will go vnto the pre&s;&s;e may &s;ee,</L>
<L>The hated Fathers of vilde balladrie,</L>
<L>One &s;ings in his ba&s;e note the Riuer Thames,</L>
<L>Shal &s;ound the famous memory of noble king <HI>Iames</HI></L>
<L>Another &s;ayes that he will to his death,</L>
<L>Sing the renowned worthine&s;&s;e of &s;weet <HI>Elizabeth,</HI></L>
<L>So runnes their ver&s;e in &s;uch di&s;ordered &s;traine,</L>
<L>And with them dare great maie&s;ty prophane,</L>
<L>Some dare do this, &s;ome other humbly craues,</L>
<L>For helpe of &s;pirits in their &s;leeping graues,</L>
<L>As he that calde to <HI>Shake&s;peare, Iohn&s;on, Greene,</HI></L>
<L>To write of their dead noble Queene,</L>
<L>But he that made the Ballads of oh hone,</L>
<L>Did wondrous well to whet the buyer on,</L>
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<L>The&s;e fellowes are the &s;launderers of the time,</L>
<L>Make ryming hatefull through their ba&s;tard rime.</L>
<L>But were I made a iudge in poetry,</L>
<L>They all &s;hould burne for their vilde here&s;ie.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>13.</HEAD>
<L><HI>CLodio</HI> &s;ome for thy feather take thee for a hor&s;e</L>
<L>All for an A&s;&s;e if thou but once di&s;cour&s;e.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="9">
<HEAD>14</HEAD>
<L>WHen <HI>Gatra</HI> died great &s;tore of wealth was fou~d</L>
<L>In cofers, truncks, great che&s;ts, &amp; leather bags,</L>
<L>In cubberds, hampers, and vaults vnder ground,</L>
<L>Iewels wrapt vp (in pollicie) with rags.</L>
<L>Some &s;ay he got more then the begger did,</L>
<L>That was &s;o ritch and excellent at the trade,</L>
<L>Others thinke deuils mong'&s;t his Angels hid,</L>
<L>Who vp to the necke in Common-wealth did wade</L>
<L>He was no Marchant beater of the bur&s;e,</L>
<L>Nor neuer pleading at the barre did braule,</L>
<L>Yet he found meanes to bumba&s;t out his pur&s;e,</L>
<L>For many &s;ay he got the deuill and all,</L>
<L>Well &s;ay he did, it &s;eemes he let him goe,</L>
<L>But now the diuell has him hele not do &s;o.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="10">
<HEAD>An Epita.</HEAD>
<L>HEre lyes the man who dyed in paine,</L>
<L>Yet would haue liu'd to haue dyed againe,</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>Of <HI>Stone</HI> the Ie&s;ter.</HEAD>
<HEAD>15</HEAD>
<L>LOoke at what time Pomgranets do wax &s;cant,</L>
<L>At the &s;ame time <HI>Stone</HI> witty ie&s;ts doth want,</L>
<L>Then gain&s;t <HI>Paules</HI> pillers or &s;ome other po&s;t,</L>
<L>He leanes to finde his chapman whole giue mo&s;t.</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 word"> oftentimes and others mu&s;e at it,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">o great a head &s;hould haue &s;o little wit,</L>
<L>The miracles not &s;o great the ie&s;t once knowne,</L>
<L>Who i'&s;t would looke for wit in any Stone.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="10">
<HEAD>16</HEAD>
<L>I Gaue Coxhead more title to his name,</L>
<L>And cal'd him Coxcombe for his greater fame,</L>
<L>But he was angry, was he not a mome?</L>
<L>Who euer &s;aw Coxhead without a Combe.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="11">
<HEAD>17</HEAD>
<L><HI>CLogo</HI> is knighted, but he knowes not by whom,</L>
<L>Sayes twas by a fine man and in a fine roome,</L>
<L>Well fare his wife yet, who is not &s;uch a babie,</L>
<L>But knowes what foole it was made her a Lady.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="11">
<HEAD>18</HEAD>
<L>IF any man looke but on <HI>Dabus</HI> wife,</L>
<L>He is &s;traight a Cuckolde he dares lay his life,</L>
<L>But if one talke with her then it is &s;o,</L>
<L>Though all the &s;ooth-&s;ayers in the Towne &s;ay no,</L>
<L>But if you ki&s;&s;e her ay then he is vp in blood,</L>
<L>And &s;weares &s;he beares two faces vnder one hoode.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="12">
<HEAD>19</HEAD>
<L>ALl <HI>Sims</HI> valour con&s;i&s;ts in his Tounge,</L>
<L>He &s;wore full mouth'd oathes,</L>
<L>He'd pocket vp no wrong,</L>
<L>When we that were with him,</L>
<L>Beleft him &s;oone.</L>
<L>For wrongfully he did pocket vp,</L>
<L>A guilt &s;iluer &s;poone.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="12">
<HEAD>20</HEAD>
<L>VNcon&s;tant Fortune partiall in thy guifts,</L>
<L>Who puts poore gentle men vnto their &s;hifts,</L>
<L>And cro&s;&s;e&s;t them, and them vncro&s;&s;e againe,</L>
<L>For to be cro&s;t you know is a helli&s;h paine,</L>
<L>But to be vncro&s;t, why ti's ten times wor&s;e,</L>
<L>To haue more &s;iluer on the &s;word then pur&s;e.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="13">
<HEAD>21</HEAD>
<L>WHy is ba&s;e <HI>Nemius</HI> iudged to be ritch,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e he lookes &s;o grim and weares &s;eale rings,</L>
<L>Or cau&s;e he buyes commodities of Fi&s;h,</L>
<L>Of Chee&s;e, of Butter and &s;uch other things,</L>
<L>Or i&s;t becau&s;e he talkes of Bondes and Billes,</L>
<L>Of Lea&s;es, and of morgaging of Land,</L>
<L>Of Lord&s;hips, Mannors, and of making willes,</L>
<L>Of many paunes that lie vpon his hand,</L>
<L>Or is't becau&s;e like a great Alderman,</L>
<L>He weares a gown lac't round, laid down with furre,</L>
<L>Or mi&s;er like a pouch where neuer man,</L>
<L>Could thru&s;t his finger but this I&s;land curre.</L>
<L>All the&s;e are &s;ignes that he is not belyed,</L>
<L>And yet he has ten thou&s;and markes be&s;ide.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="13">
<HEAD>22</HEAD>
<L><HI>MOun&s;ir Montaingnis</HI> to the Tailor owes,</L>
<L>Some forty &s;hillings for his &s;waggering ho&s;e,</L>
<L>Taylor for mony came, <HI>Moun&s;ir</HI> was ill,</L>
<L>Could not endure to looke vpon his bill,</L>
<L>The Taylor &s;eeing that did him this grace,</L>
<L>To leaue his bill behinde but brought a mace.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="14">
<HEAD>23</HEAD>
<L>IF any man of mon&s;ters chance to talke,</L>
<L>Or big boand Giants that this land did walke,</L>
<L><HI>Cacus</HI> &s;teps forth and telles you of his Sire,</L>
<L>And his long may-pole legs which reached higher,</L>
<L>Then &s;trong imagination will giue leaue,</L>
<L>Or probability of truth receiue,</L>
<L>T'is but to &s;ignifie vnto this age,</L>
<L>His mon&s;trous birth and high borne parentage,</L>
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</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="14">
<HEAD>28.</HEAD>
<L><HI>LAis</HI> all of deformity is compact,</L>
<L>Splay-footed beetle-brow'd, crook't-backe,</L>
<L>I ask't her how it came &s;he an&s;wers all,</L>
<L>When &s;he was yong by an vnhappy fall:</L>
<L>But <HI>Lais, Lais,</HI> you might auoyded well,</L>
<L>The fall you had which made your belly &s;well.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="15">
<HEAD>29</HEAD>
<L><HI>IAnus</HI> the ritch fat v&s;urer de&s;ird,</L>
<L>To be a knight and yet was loath to giue,</L>
<L>The compleate &s;umme which of him was requird,</L>
<L>And once a yeare a fea&s;t while he did liue.</L>
<L>Ambition yet gaue couetou&s;nes a blow,</L>
<L>That &s;troke two hundred pounds out of his pur&s;e,</L>
<L>But of his knighthood &s;uch great charge doth grow</L>
<L>That he repents of what he did disbur&s;e,</L>
<L>And wi&s;ely now his knighthood doth compare,</L>
<L>To pickle herring or tough martlemas beife,</L>
<L>(Which being eaten not for common faire)</L>
<L>Though it be ready bought yet playes the theefe,</L>
<L>meaning as tho&s;e &s;alt meates do &s;teale down drinke</L>
<L>So doth his knight-hood &s;teale away his chinke.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="15">
<HEAD>30</HEAD>
<L>A Foole &s;aith <HI>Clinius</HI> euery one would make him</L>
<L>I thinke they haue don't for &s;o al men take him</L>
<L>Ti's marle they will offer being &s;o common a rule,</L>
<L>For him him&s;elfe, to make him&s;elfe a foole.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="16">
<HEAD>31</HEAD>
<L>LOrd what a colle there was to be a Lady,</L>
<L>By mi&s;tris <HI>Wood been</HI> a gentlewoman,</L>
<L>Wife to yong <HI>Hary holdfa&s;t,</HI> Knight that may be,</L>
<L>Nay will be, though his fathers but a yeoman</L>
<L>Madnes has cea&s;'d on his wiues troubled braine,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e the pre&s;ent time &s;he was no Lady,</L>
<L>He &s;eekes to comfort her and ea&s;e her paine,</L>
<L>She does not like this &s;hall be nor this may be,</L>
<L>Shall <HI>Maulkin</HI> milke-maide her high words exalt,</L>
<L>In euery place before me I abhorre it,</L>
<L>Who&s;e fre&s;h gentillity was pickt from malt,</L>
<L>What rea&s;on law or con&s;cience haue you for it,</L>
<L>Away he went in ha&s;t, home knighted came,</L>
<L>And &s;he was turnd from a mad dame to madam.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="16">
<HEAD>23</HEAD>
<L><HI>FVrius</HI> a louer was, and had louing fits,</L>
<L>He lou'd &s;o madly that he lo&s;t his wits,</L>
<L>Nay he lo&s;t nought yet grant I he was mad,</L>
<L>How could he loo&s;e that which he neuer had.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="17">
<HEAD>33</HEAD>
<L>WHen Muske &amp; Ciuet two nere kin&s;men meete,</L>
<L>Each other in the middle Ile of <HI>Paules,</HI></L>
<L>Straight they incounter with embraces &s;weete,</L>
<L>From head vnto the foote each other falles,</L>
<L>Theile daunce a galliard out in complement,</L>
<L>And chaine each other to the bo&s;ome fa&s;t,</L>
<L>Then &s;ay their prayers in curt&s;ie and repent,</L>
<L>The negligence that hath betweene them pa&s;t,</L>
<L>Then breath a while, without a word make &s;tay.</L>
<L>Salute a fre&s;h againe and &s;o away.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="17">
<HEAD>34.</HEAD>
<L>A Curious Gallant chanc't to haue a &s;ight,</L>
<L>Of the&s;e &s;light Epigrames fir&s;t infancie,</L>
<L>Who Pedunt wi&s;e did tax them (not for &s;pight)</L>
<L>Of their lame har&s;h vnmea&s;urd quantities,</L>
<L>They halt not &s;o to lie vpon the pari&s;h,</L>
<L>As much to &s;ay vpon the Printers hand,</L>
<L>The hole hath promi&s;ed the lame to cheri&s;h,</L>
<L>But now he findes two Adiectiues to &s;tand,</L>
<L>Ioyned together that &s;mall fault or none,</L>
<L>One Adiectiue can neuer &s;tand alone,</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="18">
<HEAD>An Epitath vpon <HI>Singer.</HI></HEAD>
<L>DEath was &s;o bolde his dayes to &s;horten,</L>
<L>Who altogether liu'd by fortune.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="18" MS="y">
<HEAD>35</HEAD>
<L><HI>SYlla</HI> hath many parts that bla&s;e her fame,</L>
<L>All do not know her that know her name,</L>
<L>She Makes a Lute &s;peake in his airy voice,</L>
<L>Will force &s;ad melanchollies &s;elfe reioyce,</L>
<L>The Syrens tunes bewitching Trauailer,</L>
<L>Them&s;elues would be bewitcht &s;hould they here her</L>
<L>Daunces without compare, paints be&s;t in Towne,</L>
<L>Yet for all this I know one puts her downe.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="19">
<HEAD>36</HEAD>
<L>A Worthy Lady of great eminence,</L>
<L>Who holds all borrowed beauty in di&s;daine,</L>
<L>Out of who&s;e wi&s;edome &s;hines her excellence,</L>
<L>The Mu&s;es are attendant on her traine,</L>
<L>And they doe her and &s;he doth them &s;u&s;taine,</L>
<L>Her acute iudgement did vouch&s;afe to reede,</L>
<L>An Epigrame which this Booke doth containe,</L>
<L>And pai'd in words what &s;he will pay in deed,</L>
<L>(For Ladies nere make promi&s;es in vaine)</L>
<L>Were &s;o much giuen for one i&s;t not a fall,</L>
<L>That for a Te&s;ter (Reader) thou ha&s;t all.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="19">
<HEAD>Aenigma.</HEAD>
<L>THe Court hath got the Citty with Childe,</L>
<L>Which well hath co&s;t their pur&s;e,</L>
<L>The Country with it is be guild,</L>
<L>With whom it is at nur&s;e.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="20">
<L>THere is a thing which barkes not, yet doth bite,</L>
<L>Wor&s;e then the wilde&s;t bea&s;t A ()</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="20">
<HEAD>37</HEAD>
<L><HI>PHrigio</HI> lay bed-rid now lies in his graue,</L>
<L>Look't like a &s;pittleman and wor&s;e di&s;ea&s;ed,</L>
<L>His wife fre&s;h, lu&s;ty, &s;tately, gallant, braue,</L>
<L>Yet the &s;ame &s;icknes was on her encrea&s;ed,</L>
<L>Which &s;he brock't well, and made not &s;uch a doe,</L>
<L>As you did <HI>Phrigio</HI> yet lay bed-rid to.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="21">
<HEAD>An Epita.</HEAD>
<L>HEre lies he knowne to his furd Cloake,</L>
<L>Liu'd like the Salamander by fire and &s;moake.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>38</HEAD>
<L><HI>MVn</HI> has a wife but knowes not how to v&s;e her,</L>
<L>And yet he knowes too wel how to abu&s;e her.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="21">
<HEAD>39</HEAD>
<L><HI>FIcus</HI> was fat in body and in pur&s;e,</L>
<L>And vnto Sea is gone him&s;elfe to purge,</L>
<L>Some fifteene hunderd markes he did disbur&s;e,</L>
<L>To receiue three for one, a tempting &s;courge,</L>
<L>To whip my Gallant vp the &s;urging &s;eas,</L>
<L>And daunce to Venice with a whi&s;tling winde,</L>
<L>There to euacuate for &s;tomachs ea&s;e,</L>
<L>The home-bred crudities his fle&s;h did bind,</L>
<L>Of him we haue not heard vnto this day,</L>
<L>That I beleeue he's purged all away.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="22">
<HEAD>40.</HEAD>
<L><HI>SEignior</HI> Tobacco that braue Caualier,</L>
<L>Came &s;waggering fro~ the Tauerne here &amp; there</L>
<L>From wall to kennell, from kennell to the wall,</L>
<L>Was not land roome enough for him to &s;aile,</L>
<L>At la&s;t he meetes a Dray-man with his carte,</L>
<L>And much good &s;port there was ere they did part,</L>
<L>For about wine and beare they did di&s;cour&s;e,</L>
<L>Yet he knew not the Brewer from his hor&s;e.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="22">
<HEAD>41</HEAD>
<L>A Country man who had &s;ome &s;uite belike.</L>
<L>(With a blacke box downe pendant at his &s;ide)</L>
<L>Walking from We&s;tmin&s;ter the &s;tones did &s;trike,</L>
<L>With his naild &s;hooes that euery &s;tep did &s;lide,</L>
<L>So came he making legs vp Ludgate hill,</L>
<L>And lookt as if he'd eate what he had &s;eene,</L>
<L>At la&s;t he Ludgate &s;pied and then &s;tood &s;till,</L>
<L>Gaping vpon the picture of the Queene,</L>
<L>The pri&s;oner gan his cry, then he for feare,</L>
<L>Started and askt if there the Lyons were.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="23">
<HEAD>42</HEAD>
<L><HI>SI&s;lie</HI> reports Angels appeare to her,</L>
<L>And comforts her in all extremity,</L>
<L>Nay and be&s;ides they do pre&s;&s;e neare to her,</L>
<L>Promi&s;ing aide in great'&s;t calamity,</L>
<L>But this you mu&s;t &s;uppo&s;e they come in night,</L>
<L>For <HI>Si&s;lies</HI> Angels neuer came in &s;ight.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="23">
<HEAD>43</HEAD>
<L><HI>SYlla</HI> can play on any in&s;trument,</L>
<L>Yet neuer doth &s;he worke her owne content,</L>
<L>The rea&s;on is &s;o they that know her &s;ay,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e &s;he giues her minde too much to play.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="24">
<HEAD>44</HEAD>
<L><HI>CAius</HI> thus complements at dinner, &s;ir will you &s;it</L>
<L>By Ie&s;us Chri&s;t I will not eate a bit,</L>
<L>Vntill you come, but &s;traight doth call for beare,</L>
<L>Then by your fauour &s;ir, plea&s;e you be here,</L>
<L>What wine do you drinke to aske hele neuer mi&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>But hele be &s;ure you &s;hall drinke none of his.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="24">
<HEAD>45.</HEAD>
<L>A Wondrous thing, olde <HI>Phiro</HI> goes a woing,</L>
<L>To &s;hew him&s;elfe a Maid, longs to be doing.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>46</HEAD>
<L>PHanta&s;tique Pedants &s;ay the&s;e Poets are,</L>
<L>The vaine&s;t fellowes that liue vpon the earth,</L>
<L>In <HI>Platoes</HI> Common-wealth they bani&s;h'd were,</L>
<L>For ther's no mu&s;icke in them nor no mirth,</L>
<L>But whats the rea&s;on they thus Poets blame,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e their dearth of wit requires the &s;ame.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="25">
<HEAD>Epita.</HEAD>
<L>HEre lies an A&s;tronomer that &s;tudied by the rule</L>
<L>Dyed becau&s;e the Starres allotted him a foole.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>47</HEAD>
<L>I Talkt with <HI>Iulia</HI> in good mode&s;t phrai&s;e,</L>
<L>But &s;he my meanings and my words di&s;prai&s;e,</L>
<L>And in a coyne&s;&s;e thus replies to me,</L>
<L>I am not her you take me &s;ir to be,</L>
<L>Well <HI>Iulia,</HI> ile beleeue what you haue &s;aid,</L>
<L>But ile be&s;worne I tooke you for a maide.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="25">
<HEAD>48</HEAD>
<L><HI>CLinius</HI> mi&s;doubtes him&s;elfe, &s;ayes that all men,</L>
<L>Doe ride and play vpon him now and then,</L>
<L>Fie <HI>Clinius</HI> fie, neuer make &s;uch &s;trife,</L>
<L>Better they play on you then on your wife.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="26">
<HEAD>49</HEAD>
<L><HI>LVcius</HI> prote&s;teth his loue blinded &s;ight,</L>
<L>Sees in the darke be&s;t by his mi&s;tris light,</L>
<L>Or his light mi&s;tris, and it well may be,</L>
<L>For light Owles, do by Owle-light cleare&s;t &s;ee.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="26">
<HEAD>50</HEAD>
<L>WHen <HI>Dicke</HI> a letter to his ritch vncle writ,</L>
<L>He &s;uper&s;crib'd it to the R. wor&s;hipfull,</L>
<L>Now I knew what he meant and &s;mild at it,</L>
<L>To thinke how he would gul the kings leige people</L>
<L>He would haue writ the word right out at large,</L>
<L>But that he thought was not his vnckles due,</L>
<L>Yet I vpon me tookt for his di&s;charge,</L>
<L>To make it ritch and that I am &s;ure was true,</L>
<L>Iudge where I wrong'd him now, or did't on &s;pight</L>
<L>When I am &s;ure he would haue had it right.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="27">
<HEAD>51.</HEAD>
<L><HI>FIcus</HI> hath lo&s;t his no&s;e, but knowes, not how,</L>
<L>And that &s;eems &s;trange to euery one that knows it,</L>
<L>My thinkes I &s;ee it written in his brow,</L>
<L>How, wherefore, and the cau&s;e that he did lo&s;e it,</L>
<L>To tell you true <HI>Ficus</HI> I this &s;uppo&s;e,</L>
<L>Twas &s;ome French Caniball bit of your no&s;e.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="27" MS="y">
<HEAD>52</HEAD>
<L><HI>ANtonio Flora</HI> &s;tabd good rea&s;on why,</L>
<L>He being a Souldier &s;he gaue him the lie,</L>
<L>And yet the de&s;perate wench would nere refraine,</L>
<L>To giue it him till &s;he was &s;tabd againe.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="28">
<HEAD>An Epigrame vpon a Booke intituled the <HI>three Si&s;ters, to a new Straine.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>STraind he not hard (thinke you) that &s;traind &s;uch &s;ence,</L>
<L>From the three Si&s;ters in their difference,</L>
<L>To deale with Widdow, Wife, and Maid was paine,</L>
<L>That it was marl'e he did not ouer&s;traine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>REader I know not how I haue pleas'd thy mind,</L>
<L>With the&s;e rude Epigrams har&s;h vnrefind,</L>
<L>But if they be not dre&s;t vnto thy ta&s;te,</L>
<L>Then blame the Cooke for making too much ha&s;t,</L>
<L>Ile ner'e make promi&s;e to remaine thy debter,</L>
<L>But if thou lik&s;t them not, would thou had&s;t better.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poems">
<PB REF="28">
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<BYLINE>Per Ignotum.</BYLINE>
<HEAD>Latet anguis in herba.</HEAD>
<L>WHen periur'd <HI>Exlex,</HI> with his lawyers bragges,</L>
<L>Had me di&s;carded of my golden bags,</L>
<L>Feeding my minde with hope of victory,</L>
<L>By right of law and Iu&s;tice equity,</L>
<L>Next terme to We&s;tmin&s;ter I po&s;t in ha&s;t,</L>
<L>Where I was throwne &amp; iudgement gain&s;t me pa&s;t,</L>
<L>All things went cro&s;&s;e, I lo&s;t the fees and farme,</L>
<L>Rode home to <HI>Exlex,</HI> crau'd of him to learne</L>
<L>The rea&s;on why: bending his angry brow,</L>
<L>O &s;ir quoth he the ca&s;e is altred now.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="29">
<HEAD>Nocumenta, Documenta.</HEAD>
<L><HI>LVxurio</HI> now di&s;daines lu&s;tfull de&s;ire,</L>
<L>For &s;till you know the burnt childe dreades the fire.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>In na&s;um.</HEAD>
<L><HI>NA&s;us</HI> is ritch, indeede I &s;o &s;uppo&s;e,</L>
<L>Can he be poore that hath a ruby no&s;e.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>Sic Iter ad a&s;tra.</HEAD>
<L>INdeed in &s;ooth, away pre&s;itian,</L>
<L>Sweare bloody othes, I that becomes a man:</L>
<L>Indeede I &s;ee &s;uch othes makes many a one,</L>
<L>Come to the height of <HI>Buis</HI> promotion.</L>
</DIV2>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
<PB REF="29" MS="y">
</DIV1>
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