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Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng Epigrams -- Early works to 1800. 2007-04 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2007-06 Apex CoVantage Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-08 Robyn Anspach Sampled and proofread 2007-08 Robyn Anspach Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion Innocui Sales . A COLLECTION OF NEW EPIGRAMS . VOL. I. WITH A PRAEFATORY ESSAY ON Epigrammatic Poetry . Epigrammatarius omnium Scenarum Homo . LONDON , Printed by T. Hodgkin ; and are to be Sold by Matth. Gillyflower , in Westminster-Hall , 1694. A PREFATORY ESSAY ON Epigrammatic Poetry . 'T IS strange that in such an improving Age as ours , when Wit and Learning run so high , that among all the parts of polite literature , and so many successful Attempts in pleasing and instructive Poetry , so few English Men , tho' invited thereto by the Example of that great Master in Poetry Ben. Johnson , have since his time addicted themselves to write Epigrams . And the more strange ( if that be true which the Great Verulam in his Advancement of Learning asserts , That Poetry was ever thought to have some participation of Divinity ) since in this Age those of the best parts are very impatient of hearing long Sermons , even now that Pulpit-Oratory is at the noblest height it ever was since the Apostle's time ; and yet they endure not only to write , but to read long Poems , as if Poetry were not as expressive as Oratory , and a great deal might not be said in a few Lines of Verse as well as Prose . The most Ancient Philosophy was wrote in Hieroglyphicks cut or graven upon Statues , Columns , Obelisks , and the like ; afterwards when the interpretative Tradition of those Hieroglyphicks was lost or varied , they wrote or engraved short Sentences in words at length , which were call'd Epigrams or Inscriptions , and these in Prose or Verse as it happened . But Poetry and Philosophy being contemporaries , the best Inscriptions or Epigrams were for the most part in Verse . The first sort of these were indeed plain , simple , and natural , without any affectation of either Wit or Humour , such as that of Pausanias in Thucydides . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . Pausanias chiefs of Greeks , the Medians routed , This Monument to Phoebus he devoted . This was as easie and unstudied as we can imagine ; but they were not long contented with this plainness . That of Aristotle upon his Friend and Master Plato aims at something higher . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . This Stone to Plato Aristotle raised To him , who must not be , by bad men , prais'd . But very low and humble if we consider the great Genius of the Author , and the Dignity of the Subject ; yet the conciseness and the vivacity of this Epigram is much more admirable than any of those three which Naevius , Plautus , and Pacuvius made for their own Monuments ; the best of the three in the Judgment of A. Gellius is that of the last ; which that great Critick doth not stick to call Epigramma verecundissimum & purissimum dignumque ejus elegantissima gravitate , and this it is : Adolescens , tame●si properas , hoc te Saxum rogat Ut ad se adspicias , deinde quod Scriptum est legas : Hic sunt Po●tae Pacuvii Marci sita Ossa , hoc volebam nescius ne esses , Vale. Youth , tho' thou art in haste , yet this Stone prays , T'wards it thou d'st look , and then read what it says ; Pacuvius the Poets Bones here lye , This I was willing thou shou'dst know ; God b'ye . I don't know whether I have translated it with that elegant Gravity , but I have kept to the sence , and cannot but wonder that so Noble a Critick as A. Gellius should bestow such Epithites upon a Piece that deserves not the reading ( as the first word indeed intimates ) of any but Boys ; for Hic sunt Poetae Pacuvii Marci Ossa , was as much as any Man would desire to know ; but that was a Melancholly Subject for a Man to write his own Epitaph , and so let it pass . Nor must we from hence conclude how little Wit was necessary to an Epigram among the Ancients , nor on the other side dare I affirm with some Modern Criticks , that the reason why so few lay out their Talent in this vein , is , that it is an exceeding difficult Undertaking to make a good Epigram . And if either of these two different Propositions be true , Viz. That a little Wit will serve , or , That 't is hard to write a good Epigram , the Bookseller will meet with very few Assistants , I doubt , to this well-designed Undertaking : For first , if that will do which every body is Master of , the more refined Understandings will not engage themselves in Concert with the Vulgar , they 'll look upon it as a lessening of themselves , to go in among the Crowd of pretenders . But this Proposition is false ; for a little Wit will not serve in proportion to the bigness of the Poem ; there is much more Wit required in an Epigram , than in any other Poem proportionably to the number of lines ; for tho' simple Epigrams , whose chief Ordonnance or Design is Narration , do not require much Wit ; yet of the five sorts of Epigrams into which J. Caes . Scaliger divides this kind of Poetry , viz. Mel , Fel , acetum , Sal , & species mixta , i. e. sweet , bitter , sharp , salt , and the mix'd sort ; not any of the four first can consist without Wit , or that which is instead of it , and sometimes preferable to it , humour ; but the fifth , viz. the Composite or mix'd sort , even of those Contemporary with the forementioned Greek ones , are not only formed with the truest Judgment , and dress'd up in the richest and finest Language , but animated likewise with all the warmths of strong and lively Invention : And as I know no reason why the Collector or Compiler of the Greek Anthology should be successful above all that ever selected choice Epigrams , and who have had the Fortune to leave out as good as some they put in ; so we should have been more beholding to him , if his Will or Abilities had furnished us with double the number out of those admirable Greek Epigrammatists . Palladas , Theaetetus the Poet , Straton , Theodorus , Lucillius Tarraeus , Athenaeus the Poet , Democritus the Poet , Archytas the Poet , Dorias , Dorus , Erycius , and many others ; beside Archimelus , who had 5000 Bushels of Wheat sent him by Hiero for one Epigram upon a new built Ship. The Latins took to this kind of Poetry in imitation of the Greeks , and well received it was at Rome ; scarce any of the great Wits but show'd their Abilities by venturing somewhat this way . Val. Aedituus , Porcius Licinius , Q. Catulus , Q. Hortensius the Orator , M. Brutus , Metellus , M. Octacilius , C. Val. Catullus , C. Licinius , M. T. Cicero , Laurea Tullius , Virgil , Seneca the Philosopher , Martial , Claudian , Ausonius , &c. tho' very little of all they wrote in that kind , hath come to our hands , unless it be of Catullus , Martial , and Ausonius ; concerning the last of which three , I say heartily with Jul. Caesar . Scaliger Utinam Epigrammata ne Scripsisset : Yet by what remains of any of the rest , we can take as just a Measure of the Authors , Tanquam ex pede Hercules , as if they had left us no other of their Works ; for as Virgil was the best of Poets , so that one Epigram which introduced him into the favour of the Roman Court , may challenge priority to any that was ever made , Nocte pluit tota redeunt Spectacula mane , Divisum Imperium cum Jove Caesar habet . All Night it rains , the Sights return next day ; Thus Jove and Caesar bear an equal sway . as neat , as true , and as lofty a piece of Wit as ever came upon the Worlds Stage . Cicero's Talent lay much in Exaggeration , and so that piece of an Epigram , ( for I can't think that Tetrastick was all in fundum Varronis ) Shows , and withall that he would never have made a good Poet ; tho' we have some better Verses of his making , still extant , than O Fortunatim Natam , which nevertheless might be industriously made trivial , that the Cantatores Cyclici might sing it to the Boys and Girls in the street , such like artifices of Popularity having ever been in use . Seneca in those Epigrams we have of his , speaks as strongly the Philosopher as in any of his Writings , — Vive tibi , nam Moriere tibi . Live to your own good , as you mean to dye . Comprehends a great part of his de Vita Beata : So — Lex est non poena perire ; To die's the Law , and not the punishment ; is as high a Consolation as an Heathen could arrive to . To be brief , an Epigram gives as strong and ample a proof of any Man's Abilities in Poetry , as the longest and most elaborate piece can do . A Man's Wit , Judgment , and Literature , may be seen plainly in a few Lines ( Protògenis knew Apelles's hand as well by drawing one line , as if he had painted a whole Figure ) and that he writes no more , must be imputed to his want of Leisure , Industry or Ambition . As to the other Proposition , that 't is hard to write a good Epigram , 't is true ; but then they who write many , may find excuse ; he who writes some good , may afford to publish some indifferent : If Monsieur Rapin's Judgment may pass , who saith 't is sufficient to have made one admirable Epigram in a Mans life . And Martial , who wrote the most good One's , hath wrote likewise the most of an other Character of any in the World ; I don't mean only the Lascivious Ones , wherein he hath betray'd his want of judgment ; for to write wantonly is as great an incontinency of the Mind , as to act it is of the Body ; but in many of his other Epigrams , among his Xenia or Apophoreta especially , I can't for my part taste one Grain of Salt , or any thing that will pass in this Age for Wit : Many of his Epigrams are guilty likewise of Scurrility , which is mean always , and degenerous ; — Non est jocus esse Malignum . Sen. in Epigr. But for the many good Ones he hath wrote , he hath nevertheless obtain'd the Reputation of having form'd proper Designs , carried 'em on clearly , and fully , in numerous and well-chose Words ; concluding for the most part with something pointed , which the Vulgar take to be the best part of an Epigram , and in which the form of it chiefly consists : But if that were true , Catullus can scarce come into the Number of Epigrammatists , tho' the Learned place him first , who is not only very unequal to himself , as being now sweet , then harsh ; now forced , by and by flowing ; sometimes brisk , and otherwhiles flat ; but he very often wants that poinancy in the latter end , and rather shines throughout the whole Epigram than in the Close . His broad Obscenity sometimes passes among the Injudicious for Wit ; a Fault of Youth which he lived not long enough to correct , dying at the Age of Thirty : But his Latin is delicate and pure , beyond all contradiction , otherwise I doubt not but Andreas Naugerius , who , as Paulus Jovius tells us , every Year on a certain Day dedicated to the Muses , burnt all the Volumes of Martial he could get ; would have bestowed some Cost likewise on Catullus , instead of pretending the Ceremony done to his Manes ; who comes as short of Martial's Wit and Fancy , as Martial doth of his Turn and Expressions . But an Apothegm , a Par●nomasia , a Pun , a Quibble , and indeed any manner of Point , is the least part of an Epigram ; and they who will always esteem it so , may escape their Fate , who had rather many times lose their Jest than their Friend . And were a short and witty Poem as full a definition of an Epigram , as it is a common one , 't would be easier to write Epigrams than any other Poetry : But that definition is imperfect , there being few Excellencies of Epic , and not many of Drammatick Poetry but are here required ; here ought to be a regular Design , a clear and plain Narration , choice Epithites , proper Figures , smart Expressions , a happy Turn , and an entertaining Conceit : 'T is a Poem that cannot be enlarged nor contracted ; every thing must be exact and perfect , because the Reader will be more than ordinarily sharp and critical , he can take the whole to judge of at once , and is not so tired by the length , as to let pass Faults for his own Ease ; and if an Epigram hath but one Word amiss , 't is as much taken notice of , and the whole as much rejected , as if half a Page were faulty in a long Poem ; This being in proportion to the whole , as that . So that it is not the easiest thing to write well in this sort of Poetry , in which so few have excell'd , and of which we have scarce any exact Pattern and Example . There are indeed in Martial , Patterns as inimitable as the Odes of Horace ; but there is in every one of his Books , so much Trumpery mix'd , that every Reader must be a proper Judge of Excellency , to know which to account the Standard , and which the Allay . The Westminster and the Ingolstad Excerptions take in too many , the Eton too few ; and tho' the late Translator of Martial hath gone a Middle way , yet unless we knew who he is , his Authority cannot give any Rules ; however , he hath render'd the Author's Sence in English more commendably than he himself did in Latin , occasioning such Criticks as Jo. Pontanus , and Ra. Volaterrane to carp as much at his Style , as Ant. Muret and Lil. Gyraldus did at his Wit and Manners . But , after all , the difficulty of Excelling hath not discouraged the learned part of Mankind in all Ages from attempting to write Epigrams . We have not only the Example of Heathens , but of Christians too of great Fame ; Boethius , that Noble and Pious Philosopher , Pope Damasus who adorned the Altars of St. Peter and St. Paul , and the Sepulchres of the Martyrs with Epigrams . Pope Sixtus III. Paulinus , Ennodius , Pope Urban VIII . and most of the noblest restorers of Learning in these last Centuries , have given their Performances in this Kind an Equality to the choicest of their Studies . Boissard , Buchanan , Grotius , Gruter , Heinsius , Petavius , Petrarch , Politian , the Scaligers , and Turnebus , are but a few of those I mean. I must needs say that every Nation in this only particular hath out-done England . The Empire boasts of Bersman , Chytraeus , Lau●●●bach , Sabin , and I don't know how many more . France , of Bellais , Beza , Mercer , Muret , Passeratius , Rapin , Sammathan , &c. Italy , of Alciate , Amalthaeus , Colosius , Gauricus , Musconius , Naugerius , Porcatius , Sannazarius , Strozza , Tebaldeus , Vitalis , &c. The Netherlands , of Barlaeus , Bauhusius , Benedictus , Douza , Grudius , Lernutius , Meursius , Secundus , Suertius , Zevecotius , &c. And We , beside Ben. Johnson , More , and Owen , have very few that deserve the Name of Epigrammatists ; if the aboundance , and the sprightliness of Owen's Wit may , notwithstanding his false Quantities and indifferent Latin , sustain that Character . Not that we want a Genius to Poetry in general , or that Masculine acuteness in particular which an Epigram requires ; nor are we wanting at all I believe in this kind of Poetry : But a Modesty peculiar to this Nation , restrains always the most excellent of our Wits , from publisting any thing less than an intire work , without some Charitable Motive , or importunate Request ; on which account some of our ablest Writers having not enow Epigrams of their own to make a Volume , have neglected the Publishing those those they have . And this might be a reason why so few Epigrams of the Ancients ( of their modestest Writers especially ) have come to our hands : I hope the Opportunity hereby given , will not only encourage many to communicate the performances they have already by 'em in this kind , but put 'em likewise upon writing more , since no Age hath ever afforded better Subjects than this , and no People are better able to write what they please than the English . This Vndertaker therefore doth earnestly invite , and for the sake of Publick benefit doth entreat all those of either Sex , who have any performances of this sort in their hands , that they will be pleased to Communicate 'em in Writing with liberty of Printing 'em , either in their own , or assumed Name . The Noble Probus hath begun his large Contribution , for which the letter'd World will doubtless thank him ; I wish indeed his Numbers had been more easie , and flowing ; but he seems to be above that Consideration , and not to regard that Softness or Delicacy of Verse , so that his Sense be proper and his Expressions strong ; his Designs are Natural and Pleasing , his Wit Solid and Vniversal , his Words Full and Elegant ; many have an easier turn of Verse , but the elevation of his Thoughts , and the manliness of his Style , his continued Vivacity of Humour all along , and his frequency of Points in the Close , show us that he hath neither copied at Catullus or Martial , but successfully enough aim'd at a proper Character of his own ; if a just Idea , a temperament of Fancy , an universality of Literature , and proportion of Parts are elsewhere ( altogether ) rarely , if at all found . ADVERTISEMENT . THose that are pleas'd to communicate any thing of this Kind to be Printed in Easter-Term 1694 , are desired to send it by the latter end of March , to Matth. Gillyflower Bookseller , at the Black Spread-Eagle in Westminster-Hall ; or , to Thomas Hodgkin Printer , at his House in the New-Buildings , near Christ's Hospital , London . Those who are Bountiful in their Contributions shall have One of this , and One of every succeeding VOLUMES presented to 'em gratis , if they please to leave word withall how they may be sent . EPIGRAMS . 1. EPIGRAM . To a Friend that ask'd me , Why translating so many EPIGRAMS , I made none . AMong th' inspired Quire I never sung , Metre , the love of Martial , from me wrung ; And imitation has so cramp'd my strain , To seek t' infranchiz't now , were labour vain . I may complain , but cannot mend my state , When I wou'd write , I find I still translate . Harsh is my Style , rough Verse I only know , Nought that is num'rous from my Pen will flow , Which these succeeding Epigrams will show . 2. EPIGRAM . To the same . WEll , what I write , to print I may be slack , Were I so vain to think , I nought did lack To make a Poet , this wou'd me restrain , A Work and Author new ne'r Praise did gain : He must be One , long to the Town that 's known , And much in Vogue , before his Wit they 'll own . Candor and Judgment high in them excel , Who , of a Novel Piece dare say , T is Well . 3. EPIGRAM . To all English Men. THe pious Jews in times of War did fast , Even when no Foe did lay their Country waste ; If , as they spoke , The Sword of Peaee past by Their Coast , their Neighbours were at Enmity ; On such account great Sorrow they express'd , And not endanger'd , held themselves distress'd . What are the Duties then , this Land commands From us ? What self-affliction from our hands ? Which Turk and Treason , Hell and France withstands . 4. EPIGRAM . — His Disciples came by night , and stole him away , while we slept . ORancorous and unbelieving Jew ! Whose deprav'd Heart what words have pow'r to shew ? Faithless ; yet more false , more perverse , than blind ; Blaspheming boldest , when Truth brightest shin'd ; Who Miracles forbore not to traduce , To treat Heavens highest Favours with abuse ; Who God 's own Law , to disannul , essay'd , And holy Truths only more wicked made ; Whose Fathers did their impious Hands embrew I' th' Prophets Blood , you Prince Messiah slew ; Convinc'd , his Resurrection durst deny , And bribe the Soldiers to abet the Lye. The drowsie Guard did not your Trust betray , But while your selves in sinful slumber lay , The faithful Gentiles stole your Christ away . 5. EPIGRAM . On King William . WHile thine own Sword , brave Prince , maintains thy Right , Lewis does only by his Captains fight ; He all his Conquests unto them does owe , Himself ne'er saw the Face of any Foe . What 's needful for the Field , 's thy Royal Care , Plain are thy Garments , plainer yet thy Fare . Lewis , with all the Luxury of his Court , Marches not forth to fight , but for desport ; With Strumpets takes his Post , from danger far , The Gen'ral ? No : The Baggage of the War. 6. EPIGRAM . On King William . HAd Lewis Heart with Valour been endu'd , His Forces might have many Lands subdu'd : But God , who wisely all things does accord , Put in his Hand a Whip , in thine a Sword. By Bribes , Assassins , he does act his Part , By impious Leagues and such-like treach'rous Art , Scourges the World ; makes Millions to deplore . But Thou seem'st born , th' Nations to restore . 7. EPIGRAM . The Virgin Martyr'd . THe Holy Virgin 'fore the Judgment stood , Bright in her Beauty , brighter in her Blood. When scourg'd and rack'd , branded and scorch'd with fire , With Pincers torn , & ready to expire , Her heav'nly Graces all did yet admire . Cruel , she said , as born of Rock and Stone , Such Pains can you inflict , resenting none ? Think you , because Faith does our Courage steel , Our Flesh , like Iron too , does nothing feel ? You urge our Tortures to that high degree , Your Executioners even suff'rers be . But w' are Christians ! Ah , knew you what you say ! It would your Rage , tho' greater , yet allay . Christians are those , do the True God adore , Mercy for them , that shew them none , implore ; Love all that 's Good , hatred they do not know ; Friends to Mankind , to Vice alone are Foe ; Caesar they worship not , but for him pray , Obey him even , when Death is in their way . Those who do think , Incense is also due , The fab'lous Giants War ' gainst Heaven make true . Her strength here fail'd . Angels , says she , do call , To joyn them gladly here on Earth I fall . A Gen'ral Groan thro' all the Court did sound , And Converts 'mong the faithless Throng were found , Many with hands stretch't out , aloud did cry I am a Christian too , and I , and I. 8. EPIGRAM . On Jesuits . O Jesuits ! Subtil i' th' Arts and Schools , Knaves in the World , and in Religion Fools ; Christ's profest Servants , and the Slaves of Popes , But both defie , when they oppose your Hopes ; Missioners y' are to the Earths utmost ends , Feign'd Lovers of the Faith , Riches true Friends ; Who more preferr a Pow'r in Courts to hold , Than even in Heaven to have your Names enrol'd ; Who further have prevail'd , Truth to expel The Church of God , than even the Gates of Hell. 9. EPIGRAM . On Julius . WHen Men to Honour rais'd , I oft did hear , ( As then first being ) they created were , It sounded strange : But since I Julius knew Ingenious , innocent , obliging , true , And saw that Honour render'd him uncivil , Vicious , false , proud , all that is counted evil , The Man 's new made , I cry'd , he 's now a Devil . 10. EPIGRAM . On Procula , old and amorous . FOul Winter cease to think thy Age a Spring , Which nought but Cold and Dirt does with it bring : If it be possible thou canst any please , The same may also dote on a Disease . Thou saist , th' ast Charms ; So Witches have theirs too , But such as Toads and Devils only woo . 11. EPIGRAM . On Cotta . BUsiness th' ast none at Court , nor Place dost hold , Yet none there 's seen so busie & so bold ; At Entertainments of the King and Queen , Where all forbidden are , thou yet art seen ; Others hold Speech with one , at most with two , But with th' intire Assembly thou h'st to do ; Swiftly thou mak'st thy way thro all the Press , Like some important new-arriv'd Express , And whisper'st one , another dost embrace , Kisses't a third , all in a Moment's space . Secrets of all Cabals thou canst relate , As if thou wert o' th' Cabinet of State ; The King does favour thee , the Great Ones call Thee Intimate and Friend : But that 's not all , Such Places shall be thine , when first they fall . After full thirty Years thus spent , and more , We see thee still impertinent and poor , Single-sol'd Cotta , as thou wert before . 12. EPIGRAM . On Naevia . NAevia ill-bred , ill-fashon'd , and ill-fac'd , Not more by Plutus , than by Venus grac'd . Her Mother not more wise , than she was fair , Having a Friend in Court , wou'd place her there ; And thus be-spoke him . 'T has been often seen , Great Fortunes they have reach'd , that serve the Queen . Naevia , suppose , were Maid of Honour made ? The Courtier , but no flatt'rer , to her said , Yes ; if 't wou'd do her Business , to make Sport , For the Deform'd and Poor are Jests at Court. 13. EPIGRAM . On Demetrius . DEmetrius fam'd for ev'ry Martial Feat , And in the Wars of Venus no less Great , Engag'd in am'rous Conflicts sev'ral Days , The Mirtle Wreath to win , as well as Bays , The Stratagem of Sickness did devise , His absence from his Father to disguise ; Who when to see him came upon the place , Phryne shot forth with more than Star-like Grace . How is 't Demetrius ? said his Father then , Your Health's , I hope , return'd to you again . Dem. ] The Fever 's gone , held me some time before . The King reply'd , I met It at the Door . 14. EPIGRAM . On Phryne , accus'd before the Athenian Senate . NOne hated Phryne , Phryne ever saw , However wrong'd , endanger'd her by Law ; Strangers they were , such Crimes of hers did urge , No Pow'r of Rhet'ric cou'd the Guilty purge . Her non-plust Patron yet had this reserve , When 's Art did fail , his Client to preserve . Tropes he renounc'd , and Arguments did wave , And made the Fair One her fair self to save . My Lords , he cry'd , 't is fit that you shou'd know Whom you condemn , e'er you to Judgment go . And from her charming Face the Veil then drew ▪ From whence such flashing Beams of Beauty flew , Such fulgor , sweetness , from her radiant Eyes , As all with Love and Wonder did surprise ! The Charge she scatter'd , like a metling Cloud , That vainly seeks the mid-day's Sun to shroud . Judges and Plaintiffs unto her did bow , Her Plea admit , and Innocence allow . In Words they did not , but in Heart decree , A Crime , in such Perfection , cou'd not be . That she escap'd , or was absolv'd , to say Wou'd wrong her Fame , ador'd she went away . 15. EPIGRAM . To Plancus . THou often Plancus proudly dost complain , While thou the Company wou'dst entertain With something of Delight , or else of Weight , Some Piece of Learning , Wit , or Point of State , Demas turns all Discourse to what he wears , Or eats , how with the Stone and Gout he fares , His Issue runs , to Stool how oft he goes . What wou'dst thou have ? He speaks of all he knows . 16. EPIGRAM . On Lesbia . BEcause fair Cloris exc'llent Verses writ , And 'bove her Beauty fam'd was for her Wit ; As if to make a Poet nought did need , But to resolve to be one , and to speed , Thou tookst a Pen , and setst thy self to write ; That is , unspotted Paper didst besh — For to express thy sensless sottish Stuff , Nought can be said , that 's barbarous enough . Wer 't thou bewitch'd ? I sought , thou saist , for Fame . And of the greatest Fool th' ast got the Name . 17. EPIGRAM . On Milton and Marvel . MIlton and Marvel joyn'd , ' gainst [ P. ] did thunder But poor Jack Marvel was alone no wonder . 18. EPIGRAM . On Maevius . REfined Language , and in Mode's thy pride , That all thy Verse in flowing Numbers glide , Thy Wit abounds : But then thou dost not see , That these ought all subservient to be , T' improve and grace a well-conceiv'd Design , T was this that made the Ancients Works Divine . Wit , for it self , these Sages did deride , Reason they made their Pole-Star , & their Guide ; What nought promoted , idle was , or vain , What Nature did distort , or over-strain , They held the Issue of a doting Brain . ' Gainst Laws of Prudence they did ne'r rebel , To make their Fancies , by such means , excel . Their Heroes still were Men , however brave ; Perform'd great things , and yet they did not rave A huffing Phantom , strain'd to th' highest Note Sensless and ranting , nought but Mouth & Throa● Thou fondly fram'st , who does a while amaze , But Boys do laugh at , while they on him gaze . In Shakespear read the Reason mixt with Rage , When Brutus with fierce Cassius does engage In loud Expostulations in the Tent , The heights of Passion , Turns , and the Descent Observe , and what th' art likely to despise , Is that in which th' Excellence chiefly lies . Th' Ancients , when a Beauty they 'd express , The Graces summon'd the Fair-Piece to dress . A Figure , Indian-like , thou dost expose , With Jewels dangling at her Lips and Nose , Her Cheeks bor'd-thro ' for Pearl & Rings of Gold , Spoiling what Nature did Divine unfold . But if she Gorg'ous be , with Riches flaunt , No Comeliness in her , thou think'st does want . All Wit misplac'd , the Subject does disgrace , Like Gold that 's carv'd into a lovely Face . The Poets Art , not all that read , discry It like a Soul couch'd in each Limb does lie , Seen by its Pow'r , not subject to the Eye . A cry'd-up Wit unto old Hobbs did say , Virgil nor Homer did deserve the Bay , And gave this Reason . ' Cause he could not meet One Epigram , in turning twenty Sheet . Before you judge , said he , go , Sot , to School , Turn them all oe'r , not once they 'll play the Fool. Think'st thou such Droll their matchless Works wou'd crown , Which joyns in One the Heroe and the Clown ? 19. EPIGRAM . On the Rich and Covetous . O Wretch ! whose Wealth o'er-flows , and yet is scant ; Who , all thou hast not , & thou hast dost want ; Whose thirst of Gold no Mines of Gold can swage , The more it gets , the more it still does rage . Would'st thou be rich ? Content , than Wealth , is more ; Not who has little , but who wants , is poor ; The Cynic nothing had , nor ought did need ; Yet him in Riches he did far exceed , Who unto endless Conquests did aspire , And having one , more Worlds did yet desire . 20. EPIGRAM . On the habitually Vicious . WHere Vice is lov'd , & in time Nature made , To tax it , seems even Nature to upbraid , And not the Man : Whom if you guilty show , He thinks you do not find , but make him so ; Malice , not Truth , against him does conspire , That Innocent he is , the Charge a Lyer . Did Martial then a thousand Years ago , Bely thy Follies , and thy Person know ? Yet he with Spleen this Day against thee writ , Perhaps not half so home thy Follies hit . But a strong Fort more easie 't is to storm , Than Vice , that 's deeply rooted to reform . 21. EPIGRAM . On Sin and Sorrow . SIn first the World with Sorrow did annoy , But bred a Child , the Parent does destroy . 22. EPIGRAM . To a Friend , to whom he sent the foregoing Epigrams for a New-Year's-Gift . I Have no Turky from the Coop to send , Nor Fatling of the Flock , my dearest Friend ; Nor heap of Coin expect , when I do say , I for a Present here before you lay , All that this Christmas I have got by Play. 23. EPIGRAM . On Paula . PAula , when ever she sits down to eat , A fav'rite Lap-Dog on each Hand does seat ; The Children are at greater distance plac'd , And than the Brutes , in all respect , less grac'd , Which with choice Bits she faileth not to treat , While th' others have the coursest of the Meat . Children so Hopeful , Charming , and so Fair , No Wealth , no Jewels , can with such compare ! But these as Burdens she beholds and Clogs . Were these her Issue , or the little Dogs ? 24. EPIGRAM . On Lelia . IF Wrinckles , rotten Teeth , and purchast Hair , If Paint and Patches make a Woman fair , I know not one with Lelia may compare . If Youth it speaks , where Folly does abound , In all the World not One's more youthful found . 25. EPIGRAM . On the gay Ladies of the Time. WHen this fair Crew had canvast ev'ry Dress , What most becoming was , & what was less : The next Discourse was , Who did most excel In Brav'ry , 'mong the Gallants bear the Bell. One said , My young Lord D's from Travel come , In him you may all Grace and Vertue summ ! It was repli'd , I pitty thy dim Sight . What 's he to Hart or Moon ? The rest said , Right . 26. EPIGRAM . To my Book . VVOu'dst skill , what th' ast good or bad ? T' J. D. go . All Men judge : But he , how to judge , does know . 27. EPIGRAM . On our Philosophical Atheists . GReat Lords of Sense , who can no way digest , What in the Sacred Volume is exprest , That an Eternal God the World did frame ; From Divine Pow'r and Wisdom all things came ; To you 't is clearer , all from Matter rose , The Dregs o' th' World did the whole World compose , Plants , Angels , Animals , Sun , Moon , & Stars , Nay , what we God do call , to th' knocks and jars Of Atoms , and their blund'ring Motions owe Their Forms and Beings , these did all bestow . Th' accurate System of the Heaven and Earth . Howe're stupendious , from hence took its Birth , Opificer had here no hand , but Chance , All was produc'd by a blind rambling Dance . ( O blessed Trinity ! when such things I hear , How easie does thy Mystery appear ? ) But all wise Men Creation do disclaim , For out of Nothing , Nothing ever came . Be 't so ; as far as Nature's Pow'r does reach . Tho' this ore-throws , what they before did teach : For Life , from what it self was dead , they bring ; Make wise-Contrivance , from no Thought to spring . But nothing , as absur'd , these Men decry , But what abets and proves a Deity . Omniscience , as Nonsense , they despise , Omnipotent Pow'r , infinitely Wise , Prescience , gen'ral Providence o'er all , Flatt'ries of God , by brainless Heads , they call . Such Attributes no Mortal can conceive , But were invented Idiots to deceive . O wond'rous Reasoning ! O convincing Plea ! A narrow Bucket can't contain the Sea : Therefore there 's none . Brutes may as well deny , What does transcend their dull Capacity . Retire into your selves , go there to School , At home you 'll find , and not abroad the Fool : That either Singularity and Pride Makes you , what others do revere , deride : Or else the Reason is , no God you own , Your impious Lives require there shou'd be none . 28. EPIGRAM . On a weak Poet. THat many give thy Verse a high Applause , Thy Treats , and not their Ex'lence , is the cause Those who eat freely at thy sumptuous Board , The Praise thou lik'st , not what is due , afford . This known , thou say'st , the matter to amend , Th' are good for thee , no great things does pretend . But who , to publish ought , takes up his Pen , Must that produce , that 's Good to other Men. 29. EPIGRAM . On Quintus . WHen thou luxuriously dost drink and eat , And know'st the Gout thou swallow'st with thy Meat , Yet in thy Pains thou never dost express Any dislike to thy belov'd excess : But lest thou sacred Gluttony should'st wrong , Blam'st a cold Night , or say'st , I stood too long . 30 ▪ EPIGRAM . On the same . THou termest Hunger , the most sharp Disease , Did not its Remedy as highly please : Hungry , thou say'st , Provide me what is Good , Search me the Air , the Forest , and the Flood . This Flux and Surfeits often does procure , Thou fear'st them not , thou ha'st for them a Cure ' Thy Rosa-Solis , if but for these , were lost , Gelly , and all the Closet's precious cost ; Many Good-things Distempers bring in play . Thus eating breeds , and drives thy Griefs away . That Fasting's good , 't were Treason here to say . 31. EPIGRAM . To Sylvius . THat I for Hawking do so little care , For hnnting of the Fox , the Stag , or Hare , Thou wondr'st . But to speak the truth to thee , Hunting , a mad Man's journey , seems to me . 32. EPIGRAM . On Cloe. TH' art mean in Feature , always rich in Clothes , Which do not mend , but thy Defects expose , Thou say'st , when th' art most brave , I laugh or scoul , A Jest , or ominous , all Men count an Owl . 33. EPIGRAM . On Posthumus . I Early waited , and some Suters more , The op'ning first of the King's Chamber-dore , From whence came forth a Goodly Sir to see , Bulky , and seeming of no low Degree . He turn'd him round , as he a survey took , But rather seem'd to over-look , than look . Him to inform me , I did humbly pray , If such a Lord in the King's Chamber lay . He gloted on me , but made no reply , And of a Cam'rade ask'd , wh othere stood by , Shall we to Breakfast have the thing you know ? And strait into the Chamber back did go . I blam'd my self , that I the Rule had broke Of Distance , to so great a Personage spoke . When , to my wonder , he return'd again , Took up a Broom , without the least disdain , Dog's Turds and Bones into a Shovel swep't , But still his former State and Grandure kept . 34. EPIGRAM . GAlla wears rich Clothes , bears her self with Pride , Strange Arts ! yet us'd , great Poverty to hide . But while she wou'd a Lover thus betray , With too much cost and noise her Lime-twigs lay , She does not catch , but frights away the Prey . 35. EPIGRAM . On Balbus . BAlbus , who boldly in his Life had taught , The Soul no real substance was , nor ought But the Result of Matter organiz'd , Dissolv'd with it ; their Theorem despis'd , ( As Nonsense in more specious Terms disguis'd ) Who it a Being did Immortal make , Found after Death , too late , his sad mistake ; When real Fiends his living Soul did hale To Hell , and all his Sophistry did fail ; When he beheld the Ghost without the Glass , He first confess'd , h 'ad reason'd like an Ass . Surly yet still , and froward 'mong the dead , To 's once deny'd Tormentors thus he say'd . Forbare accursed and ungrateful Crew , Who , like to me , both of your Prince and you Has so deserv'd ? Who e'er did so refel What Men believ'd of God , of Heaven , and Hell ? And while I ridicul'd a Sinners Fate , I vastly have enlarg'd th' Infernal State. 'T is true , some Ancients did before me write , But weakly 't was , and in an Age of Night , Not when Truth triumph'd in Meridian height . The Fiends did here with feign'd Obeysance bow , And all he spoke with Rev'rent Meen allow , Told him , to their Dread Lord's Emperial Throne Their Orders were to bring him ; where alone Grandees o' th' Realm allowed were the Grace , To share his Honours , and to see his Face ; And doubted not , their King to him would doom A Crown of Flames , even 'bove some Popes of Rome . 36. EPIGRAM . — Crepereius Pollio , qui triplicem Usuram praestare paratus Circuit , & fatuos non invenit — TWo hundr'd Pound I to a Shop-man owe , Paying of one , the other he 'll forgoe , Lay down the Summ , and you the Gain shall have , My present Ease is all that I do crave . Thus Pollio said . To him I did reply , I never had for Gold a greedy Eye . To Merchants go , who for advantage thirst , I hate to trade , and equally to trust . 37. EPIGRAM . On Sextus . THou sayst , thou hast of Vice the deepest sense , But this a Blind is only , and Pretence ; Thou ' dst have it thought , when Partridge thou dost eat , Thou purchas 't them as cheap as common Meat ; When thou art drunk , what of the Case to think Thou dost not know , thou didst but so much drink . Thus Vice thou hat'st , but with it dost dispence , And thy whole Life's Apology , and Offence . Knaves sell false Wares , Mountebanks use deceit , But none like Thee , Himself did ever cheat . 38. EPIGRAM . On a decay'd Beau. DEcrepid I am grown , and more my Purse , I seek not now a Mistress , but a Nurse . Sollicitous I was rare Stuffs to choose , And richest Points , I 'm now to mend my Shoes . 39. EPIGRAM . To Festus . TO thee an Epigram a Satyr seems , That is , an allow'd Libel thou it deems , Follies , thou sayst , they ever set in view , Which in particular Persons are found true . He that shall feign a Vice was never known , Indeed , by doing so , will injure none ; But then this Error he does not descry , As he no Libel writes , he writes a Lye. That which in Nature never yet appears , And merits to be crown'd with Asses Ears . He sees not too , while his ore-cautious Mind Is none to gall , he slanders all Mankind . While he who in true Colours does expose Vice , but to Contempt no Man's Name disclose , ( In that all Vice in many does agree ) Tho' some are stung , all from Disgrace are free . The Crime , 't is true , is set in broadest Light , But still the Man 's unknown , and out of sight . And who shall say , such Verses him express ? While no way , charg'd , he dOes his Guilt confess . 40. EPIGRAM . To the same ▪ I Not deny an Epigram to be A Satyr ; but a Satyr unto thee And Libel are the same ; to tax a Crime , And Vertue to defame in lewdest Rime All one ; a Vice to scourge and to disgrace , And Honours noblest Monuments to deface , As Satyr Vice exposes unto scorn , So it no less all Vertue does adorn : And as best Ages Libellers defame , Among their Priests their Satyrists they name . 41. EPIGRAM . To Sextus . TO eat what 's wholsom is my chiefest Care , What pleases most the Pallate , is thy fare . Alas , I beg thy Pardon for my Treat , Which did thy self , thy Gout , and Stone defeat . 42. EPIGRAM . To Rufus . T' Excuse thy silence , thou do'st oft delight . Tho' nought to say . The Fault were then to write 43. EPIGRAM . On Miss Nell . PRetty Miss Nell , her Mother being dead , Her Father brought to London to be bred . A Friend , 'mong other Sights , shew'd her the Park , Where she beheld each choice and ruffling Spark Of either Sex , and gilded Coaches full , Of Fops , and Beaus , and many a Gold-lac'd Trull . The gaudy Pageantry she did much admire , And their loose Courtship set her Heart on fire To bear a Part , tho' hopeless her desire . Returning home , her state she 'gan compare With what sh 'ad seen , and ready to despair , An unknown Hand Relief to her did bring . ' I saw you , Sweet , say'd one , in Hide-Park-Ring , ' In a vile Hackny , with a Bag of Hay , ' And Figures at its Tale : If me y' obey , ' There 's not a Gaz'd-at Piece in all the Town , ' Shall equal you in Glory and Renown . She had no strength ' gainst such a Powerful Spell , But closed streight , and bid no one farewell . Er'e many Days did pass , the Country Girl Was richly Coach't , set by a bare-head Earl. Her flaunting Gallantry you might see a-far , Whore now her self , a Wonder , and a Star. 44. EPIGRAM . On Amarillis . LOose Amarillis , conscious of her Vice , Brands all her Sex , even the most chaste & nice . If you say , Fulvia bears a modest Brow , No modesty in her she will allow ; That Marcellina's of unblemish'd Fame , She knows with whom she lost her vertuous Name ; That Dian's self , than Silvia's not more pure , We err , she says , then most , when most secure ; If you shou'd reckon-up a hundr'd more , 'Twixt Woman she no diff'rence makes , and Whore. In Vertue ' cause with none she 's equal found , With Guilt all Womens Honour she 'd confound , To make them stand with her on level Ground , 45. EPIGRAM . On Miss Nell . HOw is 't , Miss Nelly ? you seem wond'rous sad . The wonder is , say'd she , I am not mad . I am undone , and by a paultry Jade , My Lord has cast me off , and ta'ne my Maid . Think not your Case o're-strange , your Shoulders shrug , Beauty enjoy'd , is after but a drug . 46. EPIGRAM . Miss Nell reveng'd . MIss Nell , altho' forlorn and discontent , Home to return , her Heart would not consent : But after some debate , and inward strife , What Course to take , 'fore all an Actors Life Most took . In her gay Days some Plays sh 'ad seen , And the Thought pleas'd , but even to act a Queen . Her Youth was fresh , her Fault did not impare Her Beauty , lovely she was still and fair ; Nor readier this way she her self t' engage , Than they concern'd t' admit her on the Stage . Where while she stood a Mute , boldness to acquire , Th' Aud'ence , 'bove all that spoke , did her admire . And when set-off w' th' Magick of a Part , All Eyes she daz'll'd , ravish'd every Heart . The House , new Plays and Scenes , sometime might spare . 'T was Call enough , if Nell appear'd there : Nor fear'd she now again to b' out of date , Her a new Creature each Day did create , A Nymph , a Goddess , Heroine , or Queen , All which she suited with a charming Mein . And none was found this Idol to adore , Like her false Lord , that slighted her before . He woos , he offers Land , for Love now dies , And her Turn 't was , th' Inconstant to despise . 47. EPIGRAM . On Zoilus . WHen thou nor Wealth , nor Beauty can'st pretend , Thy self by Birth or Bravery commend , Which are the things take with the fairer Sex , Them , with thy hourly Courtship , why do'st vex ? The young and old thy very sight detest , Thy Rivals thee affront , and make their Jest . A Lover's high Ambition's to be priz'd ; Is thine alone to be of all despis'd ? 48. EPIGRAM . On Bassus . WHo the Philosopher does so much affect , Comport so truly with in Words and sage Aspect , As Bassus does ? so sharply who declames ' Gainst Vice , the trifling'st Over-sights so blames ? And then the frailer Sex are most his Care , In Vertues Paths to guide the Young and Fair. These he instructs , chides , of 't in fervent Zeal Upon their Necks a Spiritual Kiss will seal . But this is far from any Wanton Feat , But done in Transport of a Holy Heat , When his Reproofs and Counsels are most warm , And far surmount the Pow'r of Beauties Charm. If any start , or a dislike do show , What he has done , he least himself does know , Amaz'dly ask's , with an astonish'd Mein , Not discompos'd , while they to Blush are seen . Then what he seems , nor should I judge him other , As Nell he kiss'd , if he had kist her Mother . 49. EPIGRAM . On Rodia . IF ought to Rodia you do give in Charge , And leave the thing to her to do at large , No thought about it she at all will take : But act like one , that is but half awake . Knowing of this , if you to her shall say , I 'd have it done precisely such a way : Then she begins to think , each Stone to turn , An other way to do 't , and yours to shun . If this displeases , she her Case bewails , Thinks you to blame , and that she never fails . There 's no so awkward and vexatious Tool , As an unthinking or a thinking Fool. 50. EPIGRAM . The Grove . RAck'd with sharp Pains , and quite cast-down with Grief , Into a Grove I walk'd , to seek relief . In a close shade a wanton Couple lay , I fled the sight , as they did fly the Day , And turn'd my steps into a pleasant Glade , Where the fresh Spring in gorg'ous Robes arrai'd , The Air , the Flow'rs , and charming Sylvan Choir , To make a Paradise did all conspire . Among the Bows a wond'rous Bird did sing , Brief Joys eternity of Woe do bring ; Which answer'd was by one of the like kind , Suff'rings , tho' short , eternal Bliss do find . E're my distracted Thoughts collect I cou'd , A third Voice said , proceeding from the Wood , Both Songs are true , if rightful understood . Musing on what these Voices did relate , I found they Humane Joys and Griefs did state , Declar'd their present Lot , and future Fate . And tho' my Pains still urg'd me as before , Home I return'd , and them more eas'ly bore , And than the Wantons Bliss esteem'd them more . 51. EPIGRAM . To the Vertuous ▪ 'T Is said of Caesar , That he set at nought , The most Heroick Actions he had wrought , And still at Greater aim'd , at the same rate Men Others do , Himself did emulate . In Vertues Race the like Ambition shew , Think nothing's done , while more thou ha'st to do . Those that stand still , this detriment have found , They ever lose , when they advance no Ground , Caesar ne'r stop'd , till he attain'd a Crown , And thou , on this side Heaven , wilt sit inglorius down . 52. EPIGRAM . On C. O. being very Ingenious , and dying young . UNder this Leaf of Marble I do lie , Early I liv'd , as early I did die ; As soon as I cou'd read , I sought to know , Not Childish Tales , but how the World did go ; How with the King the Houses did comply , What Interest France unto the Port did tie , The School was my Delight , the dread of Boys , But Sickness twice did snatch me from those Joys , My Spirit broke , and kep't me ever low , Where I shou'd soar , 't was well if I cou'd go . A pow'rful Preacher I did more admire , In Gifts , as Place , than 's Hearers mounted higher Than all the Stages Gauds , and glitt'ring Attire . In my ninth Year I felt the Flame of Love , All what that Passion had Divine , did prove ; In an Abyss of Beauty I was lost , A brighter Form or Soul none e're did boast , And none cou'd say , which spoke the Angel most . Much I experienc'd in my Life 's short span , Some threescore Years show not so much of Man , My Days were few , yet I out-liv'd my Date , Great Care and Love did so contest with Fate . 53. EPIGRAM . On Mrs. S. H. WHo Amber chafes , does nought but Odor find , Because the Mass is all of one rich kind : So who bright ( H. ) shall prove , will nought but Grace And Vertue find , what suits a Cherubs Face . And as the Angels , when on Message sent , Did Heaven bear with them , wheresoe'er they went : So such an Air of Ex'llence she does show , A Court seems with her , nay a Heaven to go . And when her Beauties neer her any draw , Whom they attract , they also keep in awe ; And all they act or speak is mix't with fear Wrapt , e'er aware , in so Divine a Sphere . 54. EPIGRAM . GReat Lights o' th' Church , Glory o' th' latter Age , Who Popish Falshood , and Schismatick Rage , So strongly stemm , Hooker , Hammond , Vsher , Morton , Andrews , Chillingworth , and Taylor , Jackson , Patrick , Stillingfleet , Cudworth , More . You few I name out of the mighty store , Not aiming a just Cat'logue to recite , But a short curtail Epigram to write : And that your Names in Rythm I not reherse , Too Grave they are to gingle in a Verse . Nor hope I vainly here t' argument your Fame , But raise mine own , while you I barely name . 55. EPIGRAM . To the Muses . NOt unto you , nor yet unto my Brain , I owe these Shreds of Verse , but unto Pain : Nor have I cause to grieve , if none they please , Since Laudanum and Rythm of 't gave me Ease . 56. EPIGRAM . To Admiral Killigrew . THe Standard bear aloft , and boldly show , Th' Ocean's Glory , Terror of the Foe ; With outward Pride and Dread to all appear , And where thou ought'st , be a true Cause of Fear , But kind and civil unto all draw-near . Firmly thy just Authority maintain , But Insolent Command as much disdain . When thou assault'st , let th' Adversary find , Storm , Thunder , Lightning , in thy Ship combin'd . Should an unequal Force chance to distress , There let thy Courage rise , but not grow less ; Buoy-up what 's weak , bravely make good the spot , Valour has often turn'd in Fight the Lot. Thy God's , thy King 's , thy Country's Interest bear In mind , with them let thine own Honour share , And what with these can poise , or yet compare ? Alone then fear , when not , wou'd Rashness show , When Danger 's high , th' Advantage mean & low . Malice and Envy with Scorn only treat , Like little Billows ' gainst thy Ship that beat . Shall I now say , I 'ave taught thee here thy Part ? No : I have spoke , but what in truth Thou art . 57. EPIGRAM . To the Poets of the Time. NO Age 'fore this so many Poets bred , Nor Wit was known to have so large a Spred ; Time's past't , who writ , rarely did miss of Fame , Good Verse now 's read , & not th' Author's Name ; What Works were then admir'd , & brightly shon , Are now new writ , eclips't , and far out-done ; The Classics we not only English't see , But whom themselves Virgil's and Ovid's be ; Nor Pindar's , nor Lucilius's are scant , Plautus and Sophocles yet less we want , The Stage was never in so high a Flaunt . But what 's defective , and with-all more strange , In this so large and bold Poetick Range , Not one attempts the Epigrammic strain , Has try'd his Force in Martials sprightly Vein . Malice nor Slander dares this thing avow , None do his Wit conceive , or it allow . How comes it then , that he neglected stands , Or what 's all one , left to Unskilful Hands ? Is 't Johnson does in Epigram excel ? Be it so : Yet where he has writ as well , With Good Success some bravely have essay'd , And Noble Voyages have also made . It Satyr were , if I the Cause shou'd say , 'T is not in Mode , France has not led the Way . Let France teach Fops to Dance , & Girls to Dress , Preside ore Shoe-tyes , not controul our Press . 58. EPIGRAM . To the same . I Here invite , if that won't do , I dare , The keenest Wits with Martial to compare . If with my self , you do suspect , I mean , I 'll bear-up like Aspasia in the Scene , However weak , provoke , affront , defie , M' Aim being not to fight , but nobly die ; Write therefore , nay abuse , I have my End , Whose Pen wounds deepest is my dearest Friend . 59. EPIGRAM . To Linus . WHy ragest thou , when counsell'd for thy good ? Have I traduc'd thee , or mis-understood ? Expos'd to shame , or what 's more hardly bore ▪ Not sought thy Cure , but thee insulted ore ? If none of these , why without care of Right , Do'st thou recriminate , to show thy Spight ? Make me in thine , and yet worse Follies share ? Triumph when done , as all with thee were fair ? Can'st thou believe , thy Spleen did'st justly vent , An other's Guilt can make thee Innocent ? 60. EPIGRAM . To the same . COnfute and Error in an honest Mind , Honour and Love you in return will find . But where Truth 's hated , Error rooted-in , They hate those bring a Light upon their Sin. 61. EPIGRAM . On Goodness . GOodness o' th' Good does work , rarely on the Evil , An Angel first in Heaven became a Devil . 62. EPIGRAM . The General Lover . I All do love are Excellent and Fair , My Mistresses , not knowing it , such are ; The Witty , Shapely , Gallant , Brown and Bright , Their various Graces variously delight ; When they are best set-forth for Publick view , And most ambitiously their Glories shew , 'T is me they court , tho' nought they less design , Nor use I any Means to make them mine . If any scorn , and to shew Pride affect , I pay them , unconcern'd , the same Respect . Where Beauty reigns , I there no Fault do find , Th' are all alike to me Kind or Unkind . But thou who unto One thy Heart do'st tie , Even those excel , disgust thy partial Eye ; And if this One be moody or disdain , Thy Peace is lost , and wretched Thou art slain . But then thou say'st , while All I thus approve , Not One does me reciprocally love , Which thou esteem'st the Quintessence of Joy , But I a fond and despicable Toy . Beauty , at distance , Divine Rays does shed , But none e'er met a Goddess in his Bed ; Tho' Eyes , we Stars do call , when they are bright , A vulgar Error 't is , they shine by Night . 63. EPIGRAM . On Sextus . WHat ever Sea or Land do rare afford , In Season's serv'd at thy volupt'ous Board ; Thy Cook with no less Art does these prepare , And for thy self is all this costly Fare : Yet thou a Glutton's Name in ill-part tak'st , And tell'st what sober Meals thou often mak'st . Were 't thou not sick ? or else dislik't thy Meat ? And think'st th' art temperate , when thou can'st not eat . 64. EPIGRAM . To Sillius . SIllius , of late , it was my chance to meet , Who with surprizing Kindness did me greet , He hugg'd me , kiss't me , even for Joy did weep . My best of Friends , say'd he , you 'll also steep Your Eyes in Tears , when I shall let you know , What I in Persia late did undergo . Oh , the vast Deserts ! Oh , the dang'rous Sand ! The Hardships I sustain'd by Sea and Land ! — In short , his Carr'age had such tender Charms , As forc'd me sympathize in all his Harms . But when within my Mind I did revolve Our kind Encounter , it pos'd me to resolve , When our huge Amity at first began , All I cou'd say , was , I had seen the Man ; And wonder'd much at such his Magick Pow'r , Cou'd perfect Friendship less than in an Hour . While thus the Novelty did me confound , He did the Mystery himself expound . Thou needs , says he , must lend me Twenty-pound . 65. EPIGRAM . On Zoilus . ZOilus , how do you ? I did only say . My Lust , he answer'd , does not yet decay , Vastly I eat ; and , laughing , did disclose , After a Feast , what late befel his Hose — Hold , I then cry'd , I see your Hand is inn — Plain Truth , I ne'r before , did think a Sin. 66. EPIGRAM . On Bibulus . BIbulus , mean of Birth , but high in Place , Scarce to the Nobl'st will vouchsafe the Grace To re-salute , or answer , when they speak , But from their Court regardlesly does break : While with Caresses some make humble suit , All Complement , but unto all he 's mute . Uneasie shews , even at a kind Address , As Courtecy it self did him oppress . As I did muse , who was the happy He , Cou'd to 's fastidious Humour grateful be , Into the Room there came an uncouth Wight , Known by Instinct , I think , e'er come in sight : For Bibulus , e'er you cou'd say , What 's this ? Found him , embrac'd him , met him with a kiss ; Hands they did shake , and for a pretty space , One's rube Nose joyn'd t'other's purple Face . They smil'd , that cou'd the Myst'ry unfold . The Man , it seems , drunk stiff , and good Wine sold . Lovers and Courtiers Rivals do not brook , But Drunkards kindly on their Rivals look . 67. EPIGRAM . To the Generous . THe Jew all Interest was forbid to take , Advantage , from his Brothers Want , to make . Their wise Men , from this Law , did thus decree , Thy Brother Jew shall not Obsequious be , For any Loan pay servile Usury , Crouch , or demean himself more abject low , Pay a Respect , before he did not owe. 68. EPIGRAM . On a Lady's Musick-Book richly bound . WHoever takes me in his Hand , These things I give him in Command . That he not , idly , let me fall , Nor hold me yet for good and all ; That he defile me with no Smutch , My Gilding was not lay'd for such ; That he transcrib's , by stealth , no Air , My Leaves , for any uses , tear ; That he fills not my void-Spaces ▪ With the Draughts of filthy Faces ; No , nor insert his Mistress Name , Or yet his own . Go seek thee Fame On Greenwich Leads , or top of Pauls , Where such-like Worthies make their Scroles , There leaving carv'd their Names and Feet , Monuments for their Glories meet . Art and Cost made me thus fair , To treasure , like my self , things rare ; To serve a Mistress of Great Name , Of so Divine a Voice and Frame , That neither can the Ears or Eyes Say in which most the Angel lies . If then what 's artless , vile , or rude , A brutish Hand shall here obtrude , Know , where Excellence high appears , There hideous show the Asses Ears . 69. EPIGRAM . On Rufus . THou often boast'st , how free thou art from blame , If none do praise thee , none can also shame . Boast thy good Luck , that th' art not understood , There must be Evil , where is found no Good. 70. EPIGRAM . On the same . NO Drunkard , nor Adulterer thou art , With Cheat ▪ or Robber ever act'st a part . The Riddle 's dark , in truth , I can't deny : Faith , now expound , where-in thy Vices lie . 71. EPIGRAM . On Frances . FRances advanc'd to Chamber-Maids degree , Vouchsaf'd sometimes her Country Friends to see : And more to shew her Courtly Air and Art , As she wore Silks , she acted too the Part Of a fine Lady . On a sultry day , As soon as come , her Neck she did display , Much better hid , gave one her Scarf to hold , Her Fan and Gloves to those that were so bold ( Which all were not ) to touch such precious things . She stript-up high her Arms , brandish't her Rings , Toss't her Locks , flounc't t' express a gallant Mein , Tho' to say truth , not over-sweet nor clean . Talk't loud and fulsom , wry'd her Mouth & Face , What ere she thought wou'd add the greater Grace . To taste of their course Fare , they her did pray . Which squemishly , good Breeding to betray , She did accept : But like a Wolf did eat , ( Lac'd Shoes at home abounded more than Meat . ) When she was gone , and all began t' admire Her stately Way , Genteelness , and Attire , A Girl there said , Mother , what e'er you think , I , for my part , smelt Mistress Frances stink . 72. EPIGRAM . On Scipio Africanus . ANtiochus chose rather to defie The Roman Pow'r , than with it to comply : His Forces broke , and utterly defeat , In this submissive manner he did treat . Not what before the War you did demand , We yield , but all you shall beside command . The Noble Scipio thus did answer make , Rome no Advantage does from Fortune take , As she does scorn to stoop to adverse Fate , By Prosp'rous she is never more elate . Our Actions Justice , not Success , does guide , We ask the same , which you before deny'd . 73. EPIGRAM . On Claudia . FAir Claudia wants no sweet and pow'rful Charms , Her Eyes wound deep , and cure the pleasing harms ; None can her Graces with such truth impart , As I that feell them in my captiv'd Heart . Yet when Divine Emilia does appear , Claudia , so many aws , her self does fear ; Sighs and sheds Tears to see her Empire wain , A greater Ex'lence o'er her lesser Reign . While thus I spoke , the smart and angry twang Of Cupid's Bow-string i' the Air loudly rang . Traitor , said he , and can'st thou then approve , An others Grace 'bove hers that thou dost love ? 74. EPIGRAM . On a feign'd Friend . WHen ought thou need'st , thou do'st it so demand , Not as one sues , but one that does command In Friendship 's Name . Thou say'st , a Friend is known , When in Distresses he his Friend will own . This is a Truth , which all will thee allow : But then at other times , I know not how , So strange thou art , thou scarce do'st know my Face , Or with a bare Good-morrow wilt me grace ; Ore-see'st me oft , industriously do'st shun , Is 't Friendship only then , to serve thy turn ? 75. EPIGRAM . On Dionysius . DIonysius , ambitious was to be , Tyrant no less o'er Wit , than Sicily : As he his Countries Laws had broke before , The Muses he as barb'rously ore-bore . A Poem to Phyloxenes did show , Commanding there-upon his Thoughts to know , Who true to 's Judgment , to his Safety rash , Defac'd the whole Performance with one dash . For which the Tyrant did in rage confine His Judge to dig in Fetters in the Mine . But disciplin'd , did him again restore , And shew'd him other Verses , as before , Reading them now , the better to display , Wherein their Grace and Elegancy lay . Phyloxenes , e'er half the Book was done , On 's own accord , beckon'd the Guards to come , And back convey him to the Mine again , To dig , than hear , holding it lesser Pain . 76. EPIGRAM . On Dr. Rugely , robb'd and wounded . GReat Nat'ralist , good Christian , and Divine , Tho' rarely seen , in thee they all combine . So knowing , yet so tender in thy Art , That Patient and Physician both thou art ; And tho' Oracular th' Advices are , Yet for the Sick thou of 't vouchsaf'st to fear . As robb'd and wounded , had'st thou too been slain , How many Hundreds had receiv'd their Bain ? Thy Goodness weigh'd , and Good that thou do'st do , Death had been Sacriledge and Murder too . Fit Veng'ance for this Crime no Tongue can tell , As it was hatch'd , it must be purg'd in Hell. 77. EPIGRAM . On the young Man in the Gospel . THe rich young Man , who in the Gospel thought No Terms were hard , which unto Heaven Men brought , When our Lord say'd , If thou wilt perfect be , Sell all thou ha'st , and come and follow me . He thought even Heaven cou'd not his loss repay : And tho' he briskly came , dejected went away . 78. EPIGRAM . On Dionysius . PHyloxenes no Cruelties cou'd tame , Or scorn the Tyrant Dionysius shame : But Verses on him he wou'd still obtrude , How'ere before his Censure had been rude . The Tyrant oft , reciting , drop'd a Tear , Phyloxenes , affected to appear , Said , Me too , what you read , it pity'd much to hear . 79. EPIGRAM . On Madam Pen. WHy , Madam Pen , in such a fume and pet ? Th' Affront , said she , wou'd make even Patience fret . 'T is bad enough to call one Trapes and Jade , Insufferable , old and ancient Maid . 80. EPIGRAM . On Rome . WE grudge not Rome thy Secular Renown , Usurped Primacy , or Triple-Crown ; Right of Communion we do only claim , While with the ancient Church our Faith 's the same , While her three Creeds and Councils we embrace , In all things strictly do her Foot-steps trace ; The Scripture Canon , which thou call'd'st thine own Four hundred Years , is that we also own , Enrag'd , thou say'st , What is all this to thee ? Where is thy claim'd Infallibility , Thy Purgatory , Power to dispence , With whatsoe'er the Scripture makes Offence ? Thy Image-Worship , Worship of the Cross , Of Saints and Angels , be it with the loss Of a Commandment ? Let Tramontans rebel , Thy Pow'r does yet extend to Heaven and Hell. Think we , ' cause Christians , to avoid the Doom Of Hereticks , while Enemies to Rome ? Thy Artifices we have all disclos'd , Thy Cheats and Novelties to ' th' World expos'd , Open'd all Nations Eyes , and made them see , How weakly thy Pretences founded be . But what 's our Gain ? b' th' Pains we have employ'd , W' have that confirm'd , we hop'd to have destroi'd . What by a Criple-Faith thou had'st before , Thou hold'st by Int'rest now , a Nobler Score : All Kings and States are at this Day thy Friends , Not as , Times past , deceiv'd , but for their Ends. Peter , his Keys , consigned in a Mist , And lost they h'd been , and perhaps never miss't , Had'st thou not found & seiz'd them : for a while , An ignorant World these served to beguile : But now thou do'st not on such shifts rely , No Pow'r's so Great , thou dare'st not to defie . W' are sawcy therefore thus to claim Communion , To hold with Thee a Parity and Union . Do we for Pardon sue , and for Protecttion ? What we Communion call , shou'd be Subjection . 81. EPIGRAM . To Lelia . THou wou'dst my Love I shou'd to thee engage , Because we both do suit so well in Age : But my own Wrinkles me offend and fright , Expect'st thou then I shou'd in thine delight ? The Motive us'd , ought rather us to sever , Or else to bed us in a Grave together . 82. EPIGRAM . To my new Lord — BEcause thou saw'st I pay'd thee a Respect , Thou therefore did'st return me thy Neglect : As if thy Honour were not thee allow'd , Unless to those thou meet'st , thou might'st be Proud. Civil to be , I ever held my part , Not that I valu'd thee , or what thou art . When next I meet thee , I 'll no Cap afford . Sensless a ' Squire ; but down-right Brute , a Lord. 83. EPIGRAM . On a Lyer . WHen 't is a Lye , thou tell'st it with that Art , Thou winn'st belief from ev'ry Ear & Heart : But Truth so lamely always do'st report , Because it needs no Wit for its support , That none receive the things that they do hear , But with a wrong and a mistaken Cheer . Held in the dark by that which thou do'st tell Rejoyce in Evil , mourn when all is well , Thou bane of Converse , and thou greatest Curse , Who stiflest Good , and of 't mak'st Evils worse . 84. EPIGRAM . By way of Dialogue between the Author and his Friend . Fr. ] WHat makes thee , Probus , in thy latter days , As youthful still , covet a Wreath of Bays ? Prob. ] Some hours , in serious reading , I can spend , But long my Faculties I cannot bend , As in times past : Tir'd , I Refreshment find , In the Amusements of a roving Mind . All Pleasures of the World from me are fled , And ( I rejoyce ) some Years before me dead . Friends say they come Respect and Love to pay , But glad they are , when they can get away : And 't were a shame , at this my Age to show , Content to any , but my self , I owe. Epigrams afford a great Variety , And ne'er are tir'd , or tiring Company : The Wise , the Foolish , Jocular , and Sad , The Noble , Serious , I see here , and Mad. And like a Farce , if some appear but mean , Others display again a Glorious Scene . My Life I not with thine , but theirs , compare , Who droop their Days out in a sleeping ▪ Chair . 85. EPIGRAM . On Demas . ARt thou so mope't , past fourscore Years , to wed ? A Woman to betray ( as may be said ) Unto a Grave , not to a Nuptial-Bed ? Thou call'st thy walking Skelliton , a Life ; And avow'd Baud'ry , by the Name of Wife . 86. EPIGRAM . On Laura . MOst lovely Maid ! of so Divine a Frame , We see in thee , all we can Ex'llent name ; The sweetness of a Spring thy Youth does summ , And promis'd Blessings of the Year to come . Yet thou wert slighted lately on the score , A Bunch-Back brought upon 't two thousand more . With whom thy cautious Gallant did engage : But shortly after , purchas 't from the Stage A Prostitute , set all , for her , at nought , And thought his Rotten-Ware was cheaply bought . Thus , when to seek a Wife , such Muck-Worms go , You 'd swear they went to Market , not to woo ; They do so huckster , bargain , and demur , Vertue and Beauty are not any Spur , To make their Earthy sordid Minds lay-hold On that , which gain'd , wou'd all they have turn Gold. 87. EPIGRAM . On Theonina . IN Censure spiteful , Defamation bold , Young but in Years , and yet in Mischief old ; Lyes are thy Pastime , Slander is thy Food , To hatch some Evil thou do'st always brood ; Thou fear'st no Sin , where thou do'st fear no Law , Punishment may , but Conscience ne'er did awe . Since in what 's Bad thou glory'st to excel , There is a King : Be thou the Queen of Hell. 88. EPIGRAM . To Decius . WHen thy rash Tongue ' gainst Vertue does transgress , Thus thou do'st speak , to make thy Folly less . I never am strait-lac'd , Probus , 'fore thee , No Pedant , Noble , one of our Degree . What e'er thou mak'st me to thy self-appear , Noble I am , when Vertue I revere . 89. EPIGRAM . On a debauch'd Wit. 'T H'ast read some Poets , that the Grape adore , Idolize Wit , loose Life , a rampant Who — Despise all Vertue , as below their Care , And high , on these accounts , their Heads they bear . These thou admir'st ; their Lessons do'st transcribe , And glori'st to be listed of their Tribe . Drink'st , rant'st , blasphem'st , & often do'st complain When thou do'st want thy Vices to maintain , None do true Worth regard : and full of Wine , Think'st thou art Great in Parts , something Divine . Had'st thou thy due , thou shou'd be rank'd with Swine , 90. EPIGRAM . On an Old Dotard . I 'M fourscore Years & more : yet I wou'd wed , Tho' past the Duties of the Marr'age-Bed . And sham'st thou not , such Thoughts to entertain , Which thy Religion , Honour , Age , do stain ? Ha'st thou no Moral Strength , if not Divine , That thus below a Man thou do'st decline ? Let no false Principle thy Heart abuse , Marr'age it self will not thy Lust excuse . It was ordain'd this raging Sin to tame , Not to foment and keep alive its Flame . 91. EPIGRAM . On a drunken Quack . BVtler , Great Butler , thou do'st often say , I make my Rule , his Method , and his Way ! He , a Good-Fellow was , and lov'd good Wine , Nor to Morosness will I e'er incline . Thus Idle-hours , that is , thy Life , thou spend'st , The Day in Drink begin'st , and in Drink end'st . Soak'st it like Butler , not like him do'st read , A Bottle mak'st all Books to supersede . A Great Drunkard thou may'st arrive to be , But a Great Doctor we shall never see . 92. EPIGRAM . The Invitation of a Friend . COme dine with me to day , and you 'll revive , Those drooping Spirits , are but just alive . All sweet and pure you ev'ry where shall find , The Senses pleas'd , do recreate the Mind ; Your Sight and Smell luxuriously I 'll treat , E'er I do set before you ought to eat . Nor shall your Welcome yet be wholly airy , As if I feasted not a Man , but Fairy . Ven'son I have , young Partidges , and Hare , Some Home-Provisions , that may prove as rare ; Wine from the Soil immediately that 's brought Of various Kinds , all Presents , and not bought . Choice Fruits and Herbs I not vouchsafe to name , Aiming to day to reach Lucullus Fame . We 'll eat alone , unless a Third appear , That will not check our Mirth , but mend our Chear : Prudence in whom does so out-vie what 's fair , You 'll think all Vertue present , when she 's there . She 'll not importune with her Speech or stay , Tho' all be Ex'llent that you hear her say , And sad you 'll be , when she does go away . The Board remov'd , the sober Fumes of Wine Our Thoughts shall wing to something that 's Divine , We 'll that discourse , which Vertue may improve , Even at our Years , our Knowledge , & our Love ; Confer what eithers Muse ▪ did late inspire , Thou mine shalt judge , while I do thine admire . 93. EPIGRAM . To the Jealous Reader . EV'ry new Epigram that thou dost see , Without all Cause thou fear'st decyphers thee . But the Satyrick-Mirror shews the Case , Or Vice , never reflects Mens outward Face . 94. EPIGRAM . On Criticus . MArius , thou say'st , in Knowledge not abounds , His Books are few , and weak in Arts his Grounds ; Thou , in all Learning and all Tongues , art skill'd , Thy Shelves with num'rous & best Authors fill'd . Yet whatsoe'er Marius does undertake , The most Judicious high Account of 't make , And thy profound pretending Works despise , As Dulness clothed in a Learn'd Disguise . I thus in other Trades have seen such Fools , Who Bunglers are , yet proud of Ex'llent Tools . 95. EPIGRAM . On the Wicked in the highest degree . VIcious , conceited , insolent , and proud , Void of all Worth , yet positive and loud ; Ill Master , Father , Husband , Neighbour , Friend , Whom sense of Right or Wrong cou'd never bend ; Who God unseen not only do'st despise , But fatten'st i' th' Oppressed's Tears and Cries ; And smiling ask'st , What 's , after all , the Evil ? None : ' cause 't is hop'd , thou 't fright from Earth the Devil . 96. EPIGRAM . On the like . POor in thy Youth , sharking , and profligate , Unjust & proud , when rais'd to high Estate ; Which thou conceiv'st thy Parts did bring thee to , But want of Wit did plainly thee undo . And when thou lay'st under the sadest Cross , The Vice of all three Fortunes did'st engross . 97. EPIGRAM . On a Lady Painter . WIth excellent Mast'ry thou draw'st the Face ▪ Each Feature do'st express , and nat'ral Grace . Were th' Inward-Man as well by me design'd ▪ I shou'd be stil'd , the Titian of the Mind . 98. EPIGRAM . On the Enamour'd of a false Beauty . A Well-bred Virgin , Vert'ous , Noble , Wise , Most Beautiful withall , thou dost despise . But Players , Dancers , Singers do'st admire , These thou confessest , set thy Heart on fire . Did'st never hear , how by a Magick-Spell , Dead-Bodies have been rais'd , and made to tell Some things above themselves , and then have sunk Again into a Gastly loathsom Trunk ? Such , if thy blindness wou'd allow thee prove , thou 'dst find th' admired Object of thy Love ; The Persons self , strip't of adult'rous Art , Scarce wou'd make good the Carcass of her Part ; With-draw the Poets Words , the Stage Attire , And thou wilt loath , what thou do'st now admire . She , like the Scenes , appears a glorious Sky , A Sun , what not ? false Lights deceive thine Eye , Both , Paint and Trash , are found , examin'd nigh . 99. EPIGRAM . On a Coward . LIke thee , in safety , none 's so fierce and bold , Danger approaching , none so faint and cold ; The Brave , in Perril , do consult which way They may orecome ; thou , which to run-away ; They only ask , what is their Duty here ; Thou , what 's suggested by thy treach'rous Fear ; They face to face confront a daring Foe , Thy Malice , hid and sculking , thou do'st show ; When they subdue , their Anger they asswage , But here thy Fury first begins to rage , The Rancour Fear did in thy Heart suppress , Without all Mercy now thou do'st express . In Private Converse th' art to all a slave , And certainly , in Publick Trust , a Knave . 100. EPIGRAM . What is Sweetest . VVHat is so sweet , nought with it can compare ? By Love perfum'd , a vertuous Maid and fair . 101. EPIGRAM . On a conceited Person . PErsuaded of thy Worth , thou long'st to see , What some do sear , an Epigram on thee . But little Bad or Good of thee I know , And none delighted are with what 's so so . This vulgar Proverb by thy self discuss , Souce a Sows Ear , 't will ne'ér make Velvet Purse . Those Subjects I pass-by , have no eselat , In Vice and Vertue common are and flat . 102. EPIGRAM . On my Censorious Reader . THou saist , I 'm full of malice and of Spight , Ill-nature's seen , in all that I do write : Thy Censure does not wound , but me delight . ' Gainst Vice I have , ' gainst Men I never wrote , Nor will for any Wrong or Price be brought , Be thou Good-natur'd then , to what is naught . 103. EPIGRAM . On the same . MOre close and home thou yet do'st me accuse , Say'st , in an Epigram , thy Words I use ; Nay , a known Vice of thine display . Be 't so , Must I remember unto whom I owe All I have heard or seen ? Or must Men know A Person by a Speech or Act ? 'T is true , by 'th Lions Claw , a skilful Artist knew His bulk : But who shall only draw thy Toe , Thy Manners or thy Face will never show . 104. EPIGRAM . On the same . DIspleased at the Freedom of my Pen , Which thou conceiv'st defects so many Men , Thou ask'st , If I my self from Vice am free ? I wish I were : But what is this to thee ? Why , thou woud'st have me my own Follies show . Alas , who is so happy them to know ? But while thou think'st my self I do conceal , All that I write , my secret Thoughts reveal ; What I do love , despise , admire , or hate , When least designing , I do truly state . One Epigram may on some One reflect , But they all joyn my Nature to detect . 105. EPIGRAM . On a mistaken Epigrammatist . THou stil'st , what 's nothing like , an Epigram , And may'st as well , a Chicken term a Ram ; Or draw an Ape , and then upon 't endorse , The Animal you see , I call a Horse . On this , thou do'st retort to me in spite , My Verse are harsh : Nor do I Sonnets write . My Bark oft buffets with a rugged Stream , And I must suit my stile unto my Theam . Painters , with flowing Oil , their Figures draw . But Carvers use the Chisel and the Saw. 106. EPIGRAM . On an ungrateful Visitant . I 'M often troubl'd when I see thee here , Too soon or late thou always do'st appear : But the Myst'ry of this , in brief to summ , Thou can'st not possibly in Season come . 107. EPIGRAM . On the same . MAny Excuses thou do'st often frame , For thy slack Visits , & thy self do'st blame , You 'd mend all Faults , if that you never came . 108. EPIGRAM . More Cupid 's than one are blind . TH' imposing Gang of those the World counts Wise , Only to Venus Son allow no Eyes , While each their Cupid has , that 's more a Child , And far more dark and witless may be stil'd : The Envious , Covetous , and Ambitious , Gluttonous , and who other ways are Vicious . For shall we say , Who Beauty loves is blind ? Who dotes on Sin , has a discerning Mind ? 109. EPIGRAM . On Sempronia . THy tender Years had a strong bent to go An Evil way , e'er thou didst Evil know . Th' Examples ever pleas'd thee of the worst , What noble Virgins trembl'd at , thou durst . Thy Beauty thou didst early understand , And gav'st the Reigns , to that thou shoud'st command . Thy Clothes excessive were , loose thy Address , All a close wanton Mind might loud express . Thus thy first Days in Luxury were spent . In Amorous Stealths all of thy Age out-went . Thy Flow'r of Youth and Beauty when decay'd , With these all sense of Shame did also fade , And leud Affections thee did only sway , The Laws of Lust bare-fac'dly to obey , Thy House thou mad'st a profest School of Vice , The Rendezvous of Riot , Whoredom Dice . Which those of either Sex that did not shun , Were in their Vertue , Fame , and State undone . Arm'd Cat'line made the Roman Hearts to quake , But thy Debauch did Rome's Foundations shake . 110. EPIGRAM . On an old Amorous Cockscomb . TH'st thrown-away thy Night-Cap , bought a Wig , Thy stumbling Gate converted to a Gig ; Ty'd a broad flaunting Ribond in thy Hat , One , that out-stares thy self , at thy Cravat . And now do'st hope , that the most searching Eyes , Cannot discern thy Age thro' this disguise ; But joyn'd with Wealth , thou 'lt make a pow'rful Court Unto the Fair. Thou 'lt make at least good sport . 111. EPIGRAM . On the same . I Heard thy Rhume defeated thy Disguise , And that a Lady so did thee despise , She said , Old Sir , blow both your Nose , & Eyes . 112. EPIGRAM . The Young and Old Schismatick . Jun. ] I Have been lately , where my Ears did glow , To hear the praise of one that was our Foe . Sen. ] Our Foe ? Some Child of Hell , be sure , a Dog , A Reprobate , in Scripture stile , a Frog Of the deep Pit , a Jacobite , and Traitor . He must be these , profess'dly if our Hater , One that will set his Country at a Price . Jun. ] I do not find he 's charg'd with any Vice. Sen. ] But you shall find . I 'll black him with all Evil , If he be ours , he 's God's Foe , and a Devil . 113. EPIGRAM . The Reflection . AS from the shoar I safely did behold , ( My own days spent ) how mortal Men were roll'd , With the Worlds Billows , some for Riches moil'd , Others for Honour , with more hazard , toil'd , While they their Lusts and Vanity to please , Oft lost the Life , they sought to spend in ease . I say'd , were I again my Race to run , What Troubles and what Dangers cou'd I shun ? First , I wou'd weigh the shortness of my Days , Yet , well employ'd , the Pow'r they had to raise Their Length 'bove what Arithmetick can count . Yet ne'er their Glory and their Bliss surmount . By this I 'd steer my Course , here fix my Eye , Renounce what with this Truth did not comply ; No avaritious or ambitious Itch Shou'd my stay'd Mind with their false Charms bewitch . Next in what State Providence me had place't , I wou'd regard , and with what Parts had grace 't ; These I 'd improve , aiming at no Employ , Admit none offer'd with least sense of Joy. Yet on my Charge I 'd ever be intent ; Duty secure , what e'er were the Event . So that what e'er Misfortune hap't to be , Men shou'd reproach the Chance , not censure me . 114. EPIGRAM . On Lewis XIV . THe Life , the Soul , Upholder of the Port , Whose Arms the Crescent ' gainst the Cross support ; Want of true Greatness , and the thirst of Sway All that is Sacred makes thee to betray , Faction and Treason to foment and nurse In ev'ry Land , Europe's , even France's , Curse ; For thou no less thy Agents do'st employ , Thy Subjects , than thy Neighbours , to destroy ; Myriads of harmless Souls thou hast undone , With loss of Justice their Land from them won ; And while they mourn , thy Pleasure thou dost take , Upon a Couch War with the World do'st make ; Sloathful thy self , by others gets Renown , Thou winn'st a Game at Cards , while they a Town . Empire alone is that with thee does weigh , Which , so thou get'st , it matters not which way , No scruple mak'st , so that thou hast success , Whether 't is Heaven or Hell thy Forces bless . Lucifer to justifie , thy Actions tend , 'T is hop'd , thou see'st thy fall , and mak'st a Friend . 115. EPIGRAM . On Lamia . DEform'd th' art seen to be in ev'ry Part , Beyond the Remedy of Wit and Art ; Cease then to jet , and tweer , and make a-do , Ugly thou can'st not be , and Pretty too . 116. EPIGRAM . On the same . OLd crooked Claudia has a sober Grace , And honour'd is , where e'er she comes in place ; What she was made , she is content to be , And none do want of Beauty in her see ; Prudence and Goodness all Defects supply , Even pleasing make her to a curious Eye . But thou , tho' most deform'd , do'st not despair , Agreeable to be , tho' nothing fair , By acting what thou see'st the Fair to do , As if the same , the same were , done by two : But fall'st so short of that which thou do'st hope , Thou plai'st Jack-Pudding on the lower Rope ; And what w'ad admire in Clora , when we see , Our Stomach turns , when we behold in thee . The Charms , th' Affects , the Sweetness , & the Grace , Essential are unto a Lovely Face ; Which when thou ape'st , and vilely do'st repeat , 'T is much that thou escap'st from being beat . 117. EPIGRAM . On the same . OF thine own self thou such Conceit do'st hold , That Buckram on thy Back seems Cloth-of-Gold ; Whereas o' th' contrary , it is enough , Tissue to make the vilest of all Stuff If worn by thee : But Garbe , and thy Grimmace For Beauty , thou believ'st , with all do pass : Tho' these all loath , destest , and ev'ry Tongue Swears , as th' art Ugly , thou wert never young . 118. EPIGRAM . On Nanus . NAnus , tho' little , yet is fierce and bold , Scorns by the Proudest He to be control'd , And braves all Men , while such a Foe they shun , By whom Disgrace may be , no Honour won . 119. EPIGRAM . On a young She-Libertine . Lib. ] WHo did this Law impose upon our Sex , Our Peace , our Lives eternally to vex , That Maids , forsooth , must die in deep Despair , Rather than love , to those they love , declare ? Friend . ] Nature her self . Lib. ] Nature I never saw , Nor will I be a Slave unto her Law ; By Looks , Address , I will my Mind impart , These failing , speak in plainest Words my Heart . Shall Princes noble be , and States-Men wise , Tho' they miscarry in an Enterprize , And I alone , deterr'd by the Event , Desist , cause New , to make a brave Attempt ? 120. EPIGRAM . On a high-kept Miss . COstly in Clothes , and haughty in thy Mein , Thou woud'st be thought to be a petty Queen ; Contemn'st thy Betters , boast'st of what 's thy shame , As if by Birth thy Greatness to thee came : When all that know thee , this truth also know , Thy Glory unto Baseness thou do'st owe ; And that thy Sin 's the same , with that o' th' Poor , Tho' Madam thou art stil'd , & they term'd Whore. Tho' Coach and Palace varnish ore thy Blot , The Stocks and Bride-well are those Wretches Lot. Thou liv'st by Lust , while they but make a slip , And more deserv'st the Cart-tail , and the Whip . 121. EPIGRAM . On my Epigrams . I Only Vice at random do rehearse , 'T is Guilt that makes a Libel of my Verse ; The Good and Sound , with what they read , are pleas'd , The Grieved are the Vicious & Diseas'd , 122. EPIGRAM . On the unworthily Fortunate . WHile that a prosperous & fore-right Gale , Fills the expanded Bosom of thy Sail , Thou happy seem'st , and all to thee do bow , All , but thy self , thy Glories do allow : But while they stoop , applaud , and matter find T' extol , thou sadly want'st it in thy Mind . 123. EPIGRAM . On Paris . FOrbear to boast thy infamous success , That thou the Great Achilles did'st suppress , When hid , and trembling thou did'st only act , And 't was , in truth , a Goddess did the Fact , Guided thy poyson'd Arrow to his Heel , While the brave Heroe to the Gods did kneel . 124. EPIGRAM . On Sir Irus . A Noble Lady at her gen'rous Board Access to half-starv'd Irus did afford , As old as poor , to these , as little wise , Her Goodness did not yet the Wretch despise ▪ A Knight he was , but not of antick Fame , Who Giants split , and Monsters us'd to tame . But his Adventures now he first began , And much like Him , who at the Wind-Mill ran . Heartn'd and warm , by being daily fed , The Snake aspir'd unto the Ladies Bed. ' Twou'd honour him to say , He was defeat , And lost his Aim . No : but he lost his Meat . Tho' Dotage be high rank'd in Cupid's School , He thence expels an aged , needy , Fool. 125. EPIGRAM . On the Shepherds , Luke 2. WHile on soft Plumes the Rich did sleep , Or Riot them did waking keep , Consuming in Debauch the Night , Acting black Sins in Chambers bright : We poor and hardy Shepherd Swains , Freed at no Season from our Pains , Under the shelter of a Rock , In Winter Nights did guard our Flock ; When , lo , a bright and glorious Ray , The Sun out-shining at Mid-day , Surrounded us with great Dismay . A Choir of Angels thus did sing , Good Tidings to the Earth we bring , A Saviour to the World is born , There never rose so Bless'd a Morn ! Peace unto Earth , Good Will to Men. Glory , i' th' highest be to Heaven ! The Child to know , we give this Sign , A Manger holds the Babe Divine ! We found that true the Angels said , And our Account fill'd all with Dread . The Vision thus when we had spread , Ador'd , and offer'd up a Lamb , Back to our Folds with Joy we came , Our honest Labour eas'ly bore , Finding Heavens Shepherd self was poor . 126. EPIGRAM . On the wise Men , Matth. 2. THe Eastern Sages came from far , Led by Devotion and a Star , And Heavens King did Homage pay , When Poor he in a Stable lay ! To Gentiles God did thus reveal , What from proud Jews he did conceal : But these embroil'd in factious Wars , In cov'tous and ambitious Jars , Wise to the Earth , were blind to Stars . 127. EPIGRAM . On Spurius . MUch thou do'st glory in thy Father's Name , Ore-seeing of thine own , & Mothers shame : The sway of Lust lodg'd in thy spurious Blood , To Vice ore-bears thee , like a Potent Flood : Nor known's the Crime th' art not engulfed in , A Grandee seen , and Prince in ev'ry Sin. Would'st thou be truly Great ? Vertue embrace , Rescind the Curse intail'd on Bastard-Race . 128. EPIGRAM . The Prisoner . THe Court was up , and I had ta'ne a stand , ( Being a stranger ) to behold neer hand The Prisoner , and besought my Friend to show By some Remark , how I the Man might know . That 's he , he said , which you see march alone , Whom many bow to , tho' they fear to own . What , he that bears such Brightness in his Face , Such high Assurance , and serene a Grace ? That 's sure the Judge , his Guard , that armed Throng . It is the Prisoner that they lead along . O blessed Land ! I cry'd , if such I see Be Criminals , thy Just must Wonders be ! I hardly spoke , when I was bid to view A sneaking , abject , and down-looking Crew , Whose Malice the brave Prisoner had run-down , Having no other Crime , but his Renown . Let mean Men Vice avoid , the Gen'rous Fame , There 's nought more dang'rous , than a Noble Name . 129. EPIGRAM . To Silius . thou d'st have a hundred Pound by way of Loan , In greatest need I this way trouble none , And to deny such Suits , shame not to own . Ten pound thou say'st I lent thee . To a Friend What I can loose , I am content to lend . 130. EPIGRAM . On the like . A Noble Lord five hundr'd Pounds did lend , Out of meer Greatness , to a slipp'ry Friend , Who , beyond hope , the Money did repay ; But , in few days , a larger summ did pray , Which was deny'd , and that upon the score , He had so much deceiv'd the time before . Which when the wond'ring Borrower did deny ! My Lord faceciously did thus reply . The Money lent , I never hop'd to see , But twice deceiv'd I 'll ne'er consent to be . 131. EPIGRAM . On Pompillius . POmpillius has attain'd , at last , his Post , As he complain'd , as much he now does boast ; A Charge he has at Court , no common Grace , And his Success is pourtrai'd in his Face ; Ore-looks not only such as you , and me , But his Great-Self does also over-see ; Usurps the Parts he has not , and the Pow'r , Fancies he 's Wise , and Potent in an hour , When Sawcy , Witty ; Courtly , when most rude ; Obliging , where his Folly does obtrude . Some smile , some jest : All , he believes , admire , And ne'er will see , till he 's again i' th' Mire . 132. EPIGRAM . On Fungus . A Truant Youth , and Loyt'rer in the Arts , Trifling that time , shou'd have improv'd thy Parts , Th'uncultivated Mind now nothing breeds , But the most vicious , rank , and poysonous Weeds ; And Idleness , which thee times past did please , Is now a burdensom and sore Disease . Labour does not the Ploughman so annoy , As Rest does thee , and want of all Employ . In Drink , or worse Debauch , thou spend'st the Day , The next thou plai'st at Dice , or see'st a Play ; The third , and fourth , and fifth being at a loss , Thou scarce , without a Halter , bear'st the Cross . Physicians , in this Malady , abjure , Seek not the Wells , but Galleys , for thy Cure. FINIS .