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Title:  Quodlibets lately come ouer from New Britaniola, old Newfound-land Epigrams and other small parcels, both morall and diuine. The first foure bookes being the authors owne: the rest translated out of that excellent epigrammatist, Mr. Iohn Owen, and other rare authors: with two epistles of that excellently wittie doctor, Francis Rablais: translated out of his French at large. All of them composed and done at Harbor-Grace in Britaniola, anciently called Newfound-Land. / By R.H. sometimes Gouernour of the plantation there.
Author: Hayman, Robert, 1578 or 9-1631?.
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Let me of my old Faith hold but free will;In other points I shall your mind fulfill.54 An English Wife.Let me set alwayes vppermost at boord,The vppermost in bed I'le you affoord:Thus wee'll deuide our rule; I rule all day,All night, kind Husband, you shall ouer-sway.57 A prating Companion.Thou still ask'st leaue, that still thy tongue may walke:Thou need'st no leaue, if thou would'st leaue to talke.64 The Order of the Golden Fleece.Philip of Burgundy did first ordaineThe Order of the Golden Fleece of Spaine,He prophised, when he this Order made:For his heires since haue got the golden Trade.68 To Mistris Iane Owen, a very learned Woman.Of thy fiue sisters, Iane, I know but thee,I onely haue heard what their number bee:I cannot one of them by their names call;Yet if they be like thee, I know them all.Addition.Faire, modest, learned, wise, beyond my prayse:Happy is he shall marry one of these.71 To one like neither of his Parents.Why art thou so vnlike either of thoseWho thee begot, with a ioynt willing close?Whilst each did striue hard, who should forme thee most,Ill-fauouredly their fauours thou hast lost.72 Two Gallants that went to Venice vp∣on Returne.Towards faire Venice both of yee are gone,At your returne, to receiue foure for one:And now you are return'd to your owne Coast,Your friends welcome you home vnto their cost.80 To a Drunken Rimer.Thou drink'st, and think'st, drinke makes a man a Poet,Thou think'st, and drink'st, thou art one by that diet.0