H Thomas Egerton. I. ANAGR. Honors met age. Onors met age, and seeking where to rest, Age came. When perils I by land and sea had past, That with this epigram thy deeds agree, John Rysden. 4. ANAGR. In honors dy. Thy actions, friend, declare thy noble mind, On, onward still from no good action fly, On the same. I ne're will credit any powerfull fate Phineas Fletcher. 5. ANAGR. Hath Spencer life? Or Spencer hath life. That Spencer liveth, none can ignorant be, Mrs. Elizabeth Noell 6. ANAGR. Holinesse be still my star. The safest conduct to the port of blisse, Lyes not in brittle honor, for by this We often loose our way, to shun this bar My lot is blisse eternall. The world's a lottery, full of various chances, Whereof each draws a share as fortune fancies, Among the rest they ayme at things supernall, I've drawn, and find my lot is blisse eternall. I shall smite no ill brest. The common way to wound mens hearts I shun, My blisse on earth's little. Honors are faire but fading flowers, which give For having all, I see that all's but brittle, See my heart is still noble. Though fortune frowns and fate suppres my will, Yet see the lucke, my heart is noble still. Domina Margarita Sandis. ANAGRAMMA. Anne domi das Margaritas ? Why do wee seek and saile abroad to find A matchlesse Margaryte among the Sands. I hold as faith The Church Papist. What Rome's church saith The peoples blest On faith t'rely Is heresie Singulariter. What England's church allows Is catholique and wise Their church with error's fraught No matter for good works Make's Christians worse then Turks. The declining of a Gallant. Nominativo hic gallant asse. Genitivo hujus brave. Dativo huic if he get a licke. Accusativo hunc of a taffaty punck. Vocativo O he's gone if he cry so. Pluraliter. Nominativo hi gallanti, if the pike can defie. Dativo his, his gilt rapier he doth misse. Cupid unto thy altar and thy lawes like those twin doves thy mothers chariot draws wee have beene bound, yet can our service finde no recompence Cupid wilt nere be kind; shall we still kneele, still pray, yet be as farre to seeke, as we'd nere praid to thee. why didst thou kindle fires. in our once cold desires, or being kindled, why doe they not sympothie what credit can accrew still erring God to you by our contrary sufferings make her then, love with that heat as maidens should love men; and by thy mothers name Cupid I vow, each day ile to thine honour'd alter bow, and pay a daily offring; then, recover for pities sake this cold platonicke lover. To a deserving friend. Though others know themselves, might I advise, your selfe in any wise : You should not know |