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not choose but love,
ves against it still,
I my fancy move,
loves against his will.
ich is all his own,
nnot pleasure choose;

im cauglit, he can be gone,

when he list, refuse.

hat loves none but fair,

uch by all are sought;

that can for foul ones care, his judgment then is naught. that hath wit, for he

.1 make me his jest or slave;

fool, for when others

ţ can neither . . . .

he that still his mistress prays, or she is thralled therefore; he that pays not, for he says Within she's worth no more. there then no kind of men, Whom I may freely prove? will vent that humor then In this mine own self-love.

EPIGRAMS.

HERO AND LEANDER.

Korg robbed of air, we both lie in one ground,
Kat whom one fire had burnt, one water drowned.

PYRAMUS AND THISBE.

themselves each other love and fear, Sism, cruel friends, by parting, have joined here.

NIOBE.

Sildren's births and death I am become
Sey, that I am now mine own sad tomb.

A BURNT SHIP.

Oat of a fired ship, which, by no way Bat drowning, could be rescued from the flame, Some men leaped forth, and ever as they came Near the foe's 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 drowned.

FALL OF A WALL.

Under an undermined and shot-bruised wall
A too bold captain perished by the fall,
Whose brave misfortune happiest men envied,
That had a tower for tomb his bones to hide.

A LAME BEGGAR.

I am unable, yonder beggar cries,

To stand or move; if he say true, he lies.

A SELF-ACCUSER.

Your Mistress, that you follow whores, still taxeth

you;

'Tis strange that she should thus confess it, though 't be true.

A LICENTIOUS PERSON.

Thy sins and hairs may no man equal call;
For as thy sins increase, thy hairs do fall.

ANTIQUARY.

If in his study he hath so much care

To hang old strange things, let his wife beware.

DISINHERITED.

Thy father all from thee by his last will
Gave to the poor; thou hast good title still.

PHRYNE.

Thy flattering picture, Phryne, 's like to thee
Only in this, that you both painted be.

AN OBSCURE WRITER.

Philo with twelve years study hath been grieved To be understood; when will he be believed?

Klokius so deeply hath sworn ne'er more to come In bawdy-house, that he dares not go home

RADERUS.

eded Martial, I amuse; it alone his tricks would use, [stews. e, for the Court's sake, put down

MERCURIUS GALLO-BELGICUS.

slow slaves, O Mercury, guld do all things, thy faith is; and I s's self, which nothing; I confess,

have had more faith, if thou hadst less; e lost thy credit: 'Tis sin to do, case, as thou would'st be done unto, se all: Change thy name; thou art like 1. ey in stealing, but liest like a Greek.

assion in the world again is bred:
lus is sick, the broker keeps his bed.

NATED OUT OF GAZEUS, VOTA AMICO FACTA.
FOL. 160,

grant thee thine own wish, and grant thee

mine,

[shine; Ce who dost, best friend, in best things outay thy soul, ever cheerful, ne'er know cares: Nor thy life, ever lively, know gray hairs; Nor thy hand, ever open, know base holds; No thy purse, ever plump, know plaits or folds; Nor thy tongue, ever true, know a false thing; Nor thy words, ever mild, know quarrelling; Nor thy works, ever equal, know disguise; Nor thy fame, ever pure, know contumelies ; Nor thy prayers know low objects, still divine; God grant thee thine own wish, and grant thee mine.

ELEGIES.

ELEGY I.

JEALOUSY.

FOND woman, which would'st have thy husband die,

And yet complain'st of his great jealousy:

If swoln with poison he lay in his last bed,
His body with a cere-cloth covered,

Drawing his breath, as thick and short as can
The nimblest crotcheting musician,
Ready with loathsome vomiting to spew
His soul out of one hell into a new,

Made deaf with his poor kindred's howling cries,
Begging with few feigned tears great legacies,
Thou would'st not weep, but jolly and frolic be,
As a slave, which to-morrow should be free;
Yet weep'st thou, when thou seest him hungerly
Swallow his own death, heart's-bane jealousy.
O give him many thanks, he's courteous,
That in suspecting kindly warneth us;
We must not, as we used, flout openly,

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