Parnassi puerperium: or, some well-wishes to ingenuity, in the translation of six hundred, of Owen's epigrams; Martial de spectaculis, or of rarities to be seen in Rome; and the most select, in Sir. Tho. More. To which is annext a century of heroick epigrams, (sixty whereof concern the twelve Cæsars; and the forty remaining, several deserving persons). / By the author of that celebrated elegie upon Cleeveland: Tho. Pecke of the Inner Temple, Gent.

Verses made Ex tempore, and writ in a Ladies book; occasioned by a Friends recital, of that well-known Fancy of Doctor Corbets; Little Lute, when I am gone, &c. And referring to the Covers of a singing Book, Painted with Slips of Flowers, to several statues, which were there view'd; and bitter Cherries, tasted of by the Author. The La∣dy being absent, &c.

1.

WHen my voracious Eyes first lent a Look, Unto the Florid Covers of thy Book; I fondly thought this happy Hour, Might blesse Me with my wished Flower.

2.

BUt since my Hopes deluded Me; I went, And some sad Musings, in the Garden spent. Where I, 'cause thou wert Absent, (Dearest Love) Became the statue of a mourning Dove.

3.

MY sights swift wheels rapidly roul'd about, That it some friendly moisture, might find out, To quench my flaming Brest. Alasse, Thou hid'st thy Rayes▪ and I dim-sighted was.

4.

AT last, a smiling Cherry, did invite Th' Embraces of, my gasping Appetite; My Taste expected Bitternesse did meet: In all the World, for onely thou art sweet.