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CHISWICK PRESS:--PRINTED BY WHITTINGHAM AND WILKINS,
TOOKS COURT, CHANCERY LANE.
CONTENTS OF VOLUME VIII.
IME VINDICATED. .
NEPTUNE'S TRIUMPH.
PAN'S ANNIVERSARY.
THE MASQUE OF OWLS.
THE FORTUNATE ISLES, AND THEIR UNION.
LOVE'S TRIUMPH THROUGH CALLIPOLIS. .
CHLORIDIA: Rites to Chloris and her Nymphs.
AN EXPOSTULATION WITH INIGO JONES .
LOVE'S WELCOME AT WELBECK.
LOVE'S WELCOME AT BOLSOVER.
EPIGRAMS
Dedication to the Earl of Pembroke
1. To the Reader
Pray thee take care, that tak'st my book in hand.
2. To my Book
It will be looked for, Book, when some but see.
3. To my Bookseller
Thou that mak'st gain thy end, and wisely well.
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8. On a Robbery
Ridway robbed Duncote of three hundred pounds.
9. To all to whom I write
May none whose scatter'd names honour book.
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10. To my Lord Ignorant
Thou call'st me poet, as a term of shame.
11. On Somebody that walks Somewhere .
At court I met it, in clothes brave enough.
12. On Lieutenant Shift
Shift, here in town, not meanest among squires.
13. To Dr. Empiric.
When men a dangerous disease did 'scape.
14. To William Camden .
Camden! most reverend head, to whom I owe.
15. On Court-worm
All men are worms: but this no man.
16. To Brainhardy
Hardy, thy brain is valiant, 'tis confest.
17. To the Learned Critic
May others fear, fly, and traduce thy name.
18. To my mere English Censurer
To thee, my way in Epigrams seems new.
19. On Sir Cod the Perfumed.
That Cod can get no widow, yet a knight.
20. To the same
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The expense in odours is a most vain sin.
21. On Reformed Gamester
man. In silk.
22. On my First Daughter
Lord, how is Gamester changed his hair close cut.
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27. On Sir John Roe
Here lies, to each her parent's ruth.
23. To John Donne
Donne, the delight of Phoebus and each Muse.
24. To the Parliament
There's reason good, that you good laws should make.
25. On Sir Voluptuous Beast
While Beast instructs his fair and innocent wife.
26. On the same
Than his chaste wife though Beast now know
In place of scutcheons, that should deck thy hearse
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28. On Don Surly
Don Surly, to aspire the glorious name.
29. To Sir Annual Tilter .
Tilter, the most may admire thee, though not I.
30. To Person Guilty
Guilty, be wise; and though thou know'st the crimes.
31. On Banks the Usurer
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Banks feels no lameness of his knotty gout.
32. On Sir John Roe
What two brave perils of the private sword.
33. To the same
I'll not offend thee with a vain tear more.
34. Of Death
He that fears death, or mourns it, in the just.
35. To King James .
Who would not be thy subject, James, t' obey.
36. To the Ghost of Martial
Martial, thou gav'st far nobler Epigrams.
37. On Cheveril the Lawyer
No cause, no client fat, will Cheveril leese.
38. To Person Guilty
Guilty, because I bade you late be wise.
39. On Old Colt
For all night-sins, with others' wives unknown.
40. On Margaret Ratcliffe
Marble, weep, for thou dost cover.
41. On Gipsy.
Gipsy, new bawd, is turned physician.
42. On Giles and Joan
Who says that Giles and Joan at discord be?
43. To Robert Earl of Salisbury
What need hast thou of me, or of my Muse.
44. On Chuffe, Banks the Usurer's Kinsman
Chuffe, lately rich in name, in chattels, goods.
45. On my First Son
Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy.
46. To Sir Luckless Woo-all
Is this the sir, who, some waste wife to win.
47. To the same
Sir Luckless, troth, for luck's sake pass by one.
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48. On Mungril Esquire
His bought arms Mung not liked; for his first day.
49. To Playwright
Playwright me reads, and still my verses damns.
50. To Sir Cod
Leave, Cod, tobacco-like, burnt gums to take.
51. To King James .
That we thy loss might know, and thou our love.
52. To Censorious Courtling
Courtling, I rather thou should'st utterly.
53. To Old-end Gatherer .
Long-gathering Old-end, I did fear thee wise.
54. On Cheveril
Cheveril cries out my verses libels are.
55. To Francis Beaumont
How I do love thee, Beaumont, and thy Muse.
56. On Poet-ape
Poor Poet-ape, that would be thought our chief.
57. On Bawds and Usurers
If, as their ends, their fruits were so, the same
58. To Groom Idiot
Idiot, last night I prayed thee but forbear.
59. On Spies
Spies, you are lights in state, but of base stuff.
60. To William, Lord Mounteagle
Lo, what my country should have done, have raised.
61. To Fool, or Knave
Thy praise or dispraise is to me alike.
62. To Fine Lady Would-be
Fine Madam Would-be, wherefore should you fear.
63. To Robert, Earl of Salisbury
Who can consider thy right courses run.
run.
64. To the same
Not glad, like those that have new hopes, or suits.
65. To my Muse
Away, and leave me, thou thing most abhorred.
66. To Sir Henry Cary
That neither fame nor love might wanting be.
67. To Thomas, Earl of Suffolk
Since men have left to do praiseworthy things.
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