The most elegant and witty epigrams of Sir Iohn Harrington, Knight digested into foure bookes: three vvhereof neuer before published.
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- The most elegant and witty epigrams of Sir Iohn Harrington, Knight digested into foure bookes: three vvhereof neuer before published.
- Author
- Harington, John, Sir, 1560-1612.
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- London :: Printed by G[eorge] P[urslowe] for Iohn Budge: and are to be sold at his shop in Paules Church-yard at the signe of the Greene Dragon,
- 1618.
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"The most elegant and witty epigrams of Sir Iohn Harrington, Knight digested into foure bookes: three vvhereof neuer before published." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A02647.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 3, 2024.
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Trowst thou hee meanes, that thou mightst make a Pikemā?
That cānot be, for that thou art no like man.
Thy crazed bones cannot endure the shocke,
Besides, his manner is to speake in mocke.
Or ist, because the Pike's a greedy Fish,
Deuoures as thou dost many a dainty Dish?
And in another sort, and more vnkinde,
Wilt bite, and spoile those of thy proper kinde?
Or doth he meane thou art a quarrell-piker,
That amongst men, wert neuer thought a striker?
In this he sayes, thou art a Christian brother,
That stricken on one eare, thou turnest the other.
Or doth he meane that thou would'st picke a thanke?
No sure, for of that fault I count thee franke.
How can thy tale to any man be gratefull,
Whose person, manners, face and all's so hatefull?
Then, Faustus, I suspect yet one thing worse,
Thou hast pickt somwhat else. What's that? a purse?