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Book: Epigrams

  • 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.
    2 lines
  • Both robb'd of air, we both lie in one ground ;
    Both whom one fire had burnt, one water drown'd
    2 lines
  • Like Esop's fellow-slaves, O Mercury,
    Which could do all things, thy faith is ; and I
    8 lines
  • If in his study he hath so much care
    To hang all old strange things, let his wife beware.
    2 lines
  • Klockius so deeply hath sworn ne'er more to come
    In bawdy house, that he dares not go home.
    2 lines
  • Two, by themselves, each other, love and fear,
    Slain, cruel friends, by parting have join'd here.
    2 lines
  • 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.
    2 lines
  • Philo with twelve years' study hath been grieved
    To be understood ; when will he be believed?
    2 lines
  • Under an undermined and shot-bruised wall
    A too-bold captain perish'd by the fall,
    4 lines
  • Why this man gelded Martial I muse,
    Except himself alone his tricks would use,
    3 lines
  • Your mistress, that you follow whores, still taxeth
    you ;
    3 lines
  • Compassion in the world again is bred ;
    Ralphius is sick, the broker keeps his bed.
    2 lines, 2 comments

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