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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Epigrams, English.
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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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53 How Sextus laid claime to an Epigram.

WHen Sextus heard my Rime of Rainsford reeding, With laughter lowd he cries, and voice exceeding, hat Epigram was mine, who euer made it. told him that conceit, from me, he had it. h barbarisme, the blinder still the bolder! Will Sextus ne're grow wise? growing older, When Phidias framed had in marble pure, oues goodly Statue, would a man endure Pyoner to challenge halfe the praise, That from the quar the ragged stone did raise: Or should a Carman boast of his desart, Because he did vnload it from his Cart: thinke that Sextus selfe would neuer say 't, o in like manner, Sextus, that conceit Was like a rugged stone, dig'd from thy foolish head, Now 'tis a Statue caru'd by vs, and polished.
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