Wits recreations. Selected from the finest fancies of moderne muses
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- Wits recreations. Selected from the finest fancies of moderne muses
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- London :: Printed by R[ichard] H[odgkinson and Thomas Paine] for Humphry Blunden at the Castle in Corn-hill,
- 1640.
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- English wit and humor -- Early works to 1800.
- Epigrams, English -- Early works to 1800.
- Epitaphs -- England -- Early works to 1800.
- Proverbs, English -- Early works to 1800.
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"Wits recreations. Selected from the finest fancies of moderne muses." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A15606.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 8, 2024.
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Should breath a golden veine, and ev'ry verse
Should draw Elixar from his fatall hearse.
No fitter subject where strong lines should meet
Than such a noble center; could the feet
Of able verse but trace his rectories,
They neede not feare o're strayn'd Hyperbole's,
Where all's transoendent, who out-paralell'd
Plutarch's selected Heroes; and is held
The tenth of Worthies, who hath over-acted
Great Caesar's German-comments, & contracted
His expeditions by preventing awe,
He often over-came before hee saw;
And (what of his great sonne Jove us'd to say)
Hee alwaies either found or made his way.
Such was his personall and single fight,
As if that death it selfe had ta'ne her flight
Into brave Swedens scabbard, when he drew;
Death with that steele inevitably flew;
His campe a church, wherein the Gen'rall's life
Was the best Sermon, and the onely strife
'Amongst his was to repeate it, bended knee
Was his prime posture, and his ••nemy
Found this most praevalent, his discipline
Impartiall and exact, it did out-shine
Those antique Martiall-Graecian, Roman lamps
From Wch most of the worlds succeeding camps
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Have had their borrow'd light; this, this was hee
All this and more, yet even all this can dye.
Death surely ventur'd on the Swede' to try
If heav'n were subject to mortality;
And shot his soule to heav'n, as if that shee
Could (if not kill) unthrone a diety
Bold death's deceiv'd, 'tis in another sense
That heav'n is said to suffer violence.
No yr'n chaine-shot, but 'tis the golden chaine
Of vertue and the Graces, are the maine
That doe unhinge the everlasting gates
All which like yoaked undivided mates,
Were linck't in Sweden, where they were en∣chain'd
Like Orthodoxall volumes nothing feign'd,
Though fairely bound his story is not dipt
In oyle, ••ut in his owne true Manuscript.
It is enough to name him, surely wee
Have got that Roman's doating Lethargy
And may our names forget, if so we can
Forget the name of Sweden; renown••d man!
Thon hadst no sooner made the Worthies ten
But heavē did claime the tenth; zealous that men
Would idolize thee, but their inst••ment.
Thus thy Meridian prov'd thy Occiden.
Had longer dayes beene graunted by the fates,
Rome had heard this Hanniball at her gates
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Farewell thou Austrian scourge,
thou moderne wonder,
Srange raine hath followed
thy last clap of thunder,
A shower of teares:
and yet for ought we know,
The Horne that's left.
may blow downe Jericho.
FINIS.