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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260 Epitaphs.Peace, good Reader, doe not weep,Peace, the Lovers are asleep :They (sweet Turtles) folded lye,In the last knot that love could tye.Let them sleep, let them sleep on,Till this stormy night be gone.And th'eternall morrow dawne,Then the Curtaines will be drawne,And they waken with that light,Whose day shall never sleep in night.I 53'On Aretyne.Here biting Aretyne lyes buried,With gall more bitter, never man was fed.The living nor the dead to carp he spar'd,Nor yet for any King or Casar car'd :Onely on God to raile he had forgot,His answer was, indeed I know him not.154. On William Coale an Alehouse-keeper ,at Coaton nearCambridge.Doth William Coale lye here ?henceforth be stale,Be strong and laugh on us thou Coaton ale :Living indeed, he with his violent handNever left grasping thee, while he could stand.But death at last,hath with his fiery flashesBurnt up the Coale, and turn'd it into ashes.

Epitaphs. 261155. On one Andrew Leigh, who was veoct with a shrewdwife.Here lyes Leigh, who vext with a shrewd wife,To gain his quiet, parted with his life ;But see the spight! she that had alwayes crostHim living, dyes, and means to hunt his Ghost.But she may faile,for Andrew out of doubtWill cause his brother Peter shut her out.156. In quendam.Stay mortall, stay, remove not from this Tomb,Before thou hast considered well thy doome ;My bow stands ready bent, and couldst it see,Mine arrow's drawn to th'head, and aims at thee :Prepare yet wandring Ghost, take home this line ;The grave that next isopen'd may be thine.157' On a vertuous youth.Reader, let a stone thee tellThat in this body there did dwellA soule, as heavenly, rich, and good,As e'r could live in flesh and blood :And therefore heav'n that held it deare,Did let it stay the lesse while here,Whose Corps here sacred ashes makes ;Thus heav'n and earth have parted stakes.

260 Epitaphs.Peace, good Reader, doe not weep,Peace, the Lovers are asleep :<strong>The</strong>y (sweet Turtles) folded lye,In the last knot that love could tye.Let them sleep, let them sleep on,Till this st<strong>or</strong>my night be gone.And th'eternall m<strong>or</strong>row dawne,<strong>The</strong>n the Curtaines will be drawne,And they waken with that light,Whose day shall never sleep in night.I 53'On Aretyne.Here biting Aretyne lyes buried,With gall m<strong>or</strong>e bitter, never man was fed.<strong>The</strong> living n<strong>or</strong> the dead to carp he spar'd,N<strong>or</strong> yet f<strong>or</strong> any King <strong>or</strong> Casar car'd :Onely on God to raile he had f<strong>or</strong>got,His answer was, indeed I know him not.154. On William Coale an Alehouse-keeper ,at Coaton nearCambridge.Doth William Coale lye here ?hencef<strong>or</strong>th be stale,Be strong and laugh on us thou Coaton ale :Living indeed, he with his violent handNever left grasping thee, while he could stand.But death at last,hath with his fiery flashesBurnt up the Coale, and turn'd it into ashes.

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