Facetiae : Musarum deliciae, or, The Muses recreation, conteining ...

Facetiae : Musarum deliciae, or, The Muses recreation, conteining ... Facetiae : Musarum deliciae, or, The Muses recreation, conteining ...

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250 Epitaphs.122. On a youth.Now thou hast heaven for merit, but 'tis strange,Mortality should envy at thy change :God thought us unfit for such as thee,And made thee consort of eternity,We grieve not then that thou to heaven art taken,But that thou hast thy friends so soon forsaken.123. On Prince Henry.Did he dye young? O no, it could not be,For I know few that liv'd so long as he,Till God and all men lov'd him ;then behold,The man that lives so long, must needs be old.: rf*zov.- "orl &:,** arft trrsui o: ,b! u>^^& s^wa! sutt124. On born before his time.Griev'd at the world and times, this early bloomLook'd round, and sigh'd, and stole into his Tomb,His fall was like his Birth, too quick ;this RoseMade hast to spread, and the same hast to close :Here lyes his dust, but his best Tomb's fled hence,For Marble cannot last like Innocence.125. On a very fat man.Under this pebble stone ;Here fast sleepeth one,And that is not two ;Yet was without doubtFar bigger about,Then both I, and you ;

'. ",^Epitaphs. 251His kidneys encreastSo much, that his wastWas hoopedall round :But his girdle death cuts,And down fell his guts,'Bouts heels to the ground.126. On John Newter.Reader, John Newter who erst plaidThe Jack on both sides, here is laidWho like the herb John indifferentWas not for King or Parliament,Yet fast and loose he could not play,. ..(,11 I)-/ :J\.With death, he took him at a Bay ;What side his soul hath taken nowGod or Devil ? we hardly know :But this is certain, since he dy'dHe hath been mist of neither side.127. On Hocas Pocas,Here Hocas lyes with his tricks and his knocks,Whom death hath made sure as his Juglers box :Who many hath cozen'd by his leiger-demain.Is presto convey'd and here underlain :Thus Hocas he's here, and here he is not,While death plaid the Hocas^ and brought him to th'pot.

250 Epitaphs.122. On a youth.Now thou hast heaven f<strong>or</strong> merit, but 'tis strange,M<strong>or</strong>tality should envy at thy change :God thought us unfit f<strong>or</strong> such as thee,And made thee cons<strong>or</strong>t of eternity,We grieve not then that thou to heaven art taken,But that thou hast thy friends so soon f<strong>or</strong>saken.123. On Prince Henry.Did he dye young? O no, it could not be,F<strong>or</strong> I know few that liv'd so long as he,Till God and all men lov'd him ;then behold,<strong>The</strong> man that lives so long, must needs be old.: rf*zov.- "<strong>or</strong>l &:,** arft trrsui o: ,b! u>^^& s^wa! sutt124. On b<strong>or</strong>n bef<strong>or</strong>e his time.Griev'd at the w<strong>or</strong>ld and times, this early bloomLook'd round, and sigh'd, and stole into his Tomb,His fall was like his Birth, too quick ;this RoseMade hast to spread, and the same hast to close :Here lyes his dust, but his best Tomb's fled hence,F<strong>or</strong> Marble cannot last like Innocence.125. On a very fat man.Under this pebble stone ;Here fast sleepeth one,And that is not two ;Yet was without doubtFar bigger about,<strong>The</strong>n both I, and you ;

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