Volume 1 — EPIGRAMS.

BOTH rob'd of aire, we both lye in one ground, Both whom one fire had burnt, one water drownd.

TWO, by themselves, each other, love and feare Slaine, cruell friends, by parting have joyn'd here.

BY childrens births, and death, I am become So dry, that I am now mine owne sad tombe.

O UT of a fired ship, which, by no way But drowning, could be rescued from the flame, Some men leap'd forth, and ever as they came Neere the foes ships, did by their shot decay; So all were lost, which in the ship were found, They in the sea being burnt, they in the burnt ship drown'd.

VNDER an undermin'd, and shot-bruis'd wall A too-bold Captaine perish'd by the fall, Whose brave misfortune, happiest men envi'd, That had a towne for tombe, his bones to hide.

I am unable, yonder begger cries, To stand, or move; if he say true, hee lies.

I F you from spoyle of th'old worlds farthest end To the new world your kindled valors bend, What brave examples then do prove it trew That one things end doth still beginne a new.

BEYOND th'old Pillers many have travailed Towards the Suns cradle, and his throne, and bed: A fitter Piller our Earle did bestow In that late Island; for he well did know Farther then Wingefield no man dares to goe.

YOUR mistris, that you follow whores, still taxeth you: 'Tis strange that she should thus confesse it, though'it be true.

THY sinnes and haires may no man equall call, For, as thy sinnes increase, thy haires doe fall.

I F in his Studie he hath so much care To'hang all old strange things, let his wife beware.

THY father all from thee, by his last Will, Gave to the poore; Thou hast good title still.

THY flattering picture, Phryne, is like thee, Onely in this, that you both painted be.

PHILO, with twelve yeares study, hath beene griev'd To be understood; when will hee be beleev'd?

K LOCKIUS so deeply hath sworne, ne'r more to come In bawdie house, that hee dares not goe home.

Why this man gelded Martiall I muse, Except himselfe alone his tricks would use, As Katherine, for the Courts sake, put downe Stewes.

L ike Esops fellow-slaves, O Mercury, Which could do all things, thy faith is; and I Like Esops selfe, which nothing; I confesse I should have had more faith, if thou hadst lesse; Thy credit lost thy credit: 'Tis sinne to doe, In this case, as thou wouldst be done unto, To beleeve all: Change thy name: thou art like Mercury in stealing, but lyest like a Greeke.

C OMPASSION in the world againe is bred: Ralphius is sick, the broker keeps his bed.

THOU in the fields walkst out thy supping howers, And yet thou swear'st thou hast supp'd like a king: Like Nebuchadnezar perchance with grass and flowers, A sallet worse then Spanish dieting.