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Book: Epigrams
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Out of a fired ship, which by no way
But drowning could be rescued from the flame,
6 lines, 7 comments
I am unable, yonder beggar cries,
To stand, or move; if he say true, he lies.
2 lines, 1 comment
Thy father all from thee, by his last will,
Gave to the poor ; thou hast good title still.
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Both robb'd of air, we both lie in one ground ;
Both whom one fire had burnt, one water drown'd
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Like Esop's fellow-slaves, O Mercury,
Which could do all things, thy faith is ; and I
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If in his study he hath so much care
To hang all old strange things, let his wife beware.
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Klockius so deeply hath sworn ne'er more to come
In bawdy house, that he dares not go home.
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Two, by themselves, each other, love and fear,
Slain, cruel friends, by parting have join'd here.
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Thy sins and hairs may no man equal call ;
For, as thy sins increase, thy hairs do fall.
2 lines, 2 comments
By children's births, and death, I am become
So dry, that I am now mine own sad tomb.
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Philo with twelve years' study hath been grieved
To be understood ; when will he be believed?
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Under an undermined and shot-bruised wall
A too-bold captain perish'd by the fall,
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Why this man gelded Martial I muse,
Except himself alone his tricks would use,
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Your mistress, that you follow whores, still taxeth
you ;
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Compassion in the world again is bred ;
Ralphius is sick, the broker keeps his bed.
2 lines, 2 comments
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