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Thomas Egerton.

I. ANAGR.

Honors met age.

Onors met age, and seeking where to rest,
Agreed to lodge, and harbour in thy brest.

On Captaine Fohn Came-age.

2. ANAGR.

Age came.

When perils I by land and sea had past,
Age came to summon me to death at last.

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That with this epigram thy deeds agree,
They well know, that did ever well know thee.

John Rysden.

4. ANAGR.

In honors dy.

Thy actions, friend, declare thy noble mind,
And to the world thy reall worth proclaime,
That fame her self cannot thy equall find,
To paralell thy glory, and thy name,

On, onward still from no good action fly,
Who lives like thee, cann't but in honors dy.

On the same.

I ne're will credit any powerfull fate
Can turn thy glory to a waning state;
Thou still wilt be thy self; therefore say I,
In honors thou shalt live, but never dy.

Phineas Fletcher.

5. ANAGR.

Hath Spencer life?

Or Spencer hath life.

That Spencer liveth, none can ignorant be,
That read his works (Fletcher) or knoweth thee.

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
To heaven, holines be still my star.

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,
Nor with meere outside am I to be won,
Vertue may move me, for it crowns the best,
But I shall smite no ill or lustfull brest.

My blisse on earth's little.

Honors are faire but fading flowers, which give
Delight to those that gather them, but live
Not ever flowrishing; this truth I find
Too truely in my selfe, by fate assign'd

For having all, I see that all's but brittle,
And even at best my blisse on earth's but little.

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
Those pearls, which do adorn the female-kind ? .
Within our seas there comes unto our hands

A matchlesse Margaryte among the Sands.

I hold as faith

The Church Papist.

What Rome's church saith
Where th' king is head
The flocks misled
Where th' alter's drest

The peoples blest
Hee's but an asse
Who shuns the masse
Who charity preach
They heav'n soon reach

On faith t'rely

Is heresie

Singulariter.

What England's church allows
My conscience disavowes
The church can have no seame
Where the pope's supreame
There's service scarce divine
Where's table bread and wine
Who the communion flies

Is catholique and wise

Their church with error's fraught
Where only faith is taught

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.
Ablativo ab hoc he hath got the pock.

Pluraliter.

Nominativo hi gallanti, if the pike can defie.
Genitivo horum, yet he is a begger in corum.

Dativo his, his gilt rapier he doth misse.
Accusativo hos, without a cloack he goes.
Vocativo O, woe to the hole he must goe.
Ablativo ab his, thus a gallant declined is.

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

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