Sales epigrammatum being the choicest disticks of Martials fourteen books of epigrams, and of all the chief Latin poets that have writ in these two last centuries : together with Cato's Morality / made English by James Wright.

MARTIAL. BOOK I.

Epigram XVII. To Avitus.

THere are some good, more bad, whereon you look: Avitus, without this, 'tis not a Book.

Epigram XXIX. Of Acerra.

Who says with last nights Wine Acerra stinks, Is much deceived; till day Acerra drinks.

Epig. XXXIII. To Sabidius.

I love thee not Sabidius; Ask you why? I do not love thee, let that satisfie.

Epig. XXXIX. To Fidentinus.

This Book you read, O Fidentine, is mine: But when you ill rehearse it, then tis thine.

Epig. XLI. To Lividus.

Who with knit brows read'st these: for ever be So low, that thou may'st envy all, none thee.

Epig. XLVIII. Of Diaulus the Physitian.

Diaul the Dectour is a Sexton made; Though he is changed, he changeth not his Trade.

Epig. LXXVI. Of Lynus.

Who half to Lynus give, then lend all, chose; Had rather half, then all their money lose.

Epig. XCII. To Laelius.

My Verse you judge, yet publish not your own; Laelius, carp not at ours, or yours make known.

Epig. XCVI. To Helius.

Since you baul always, hindering those that plead, You get, by't; for to hold your peace you'r feed.

Epig. XCIX. To Flaccus.

The Law and Foot-gout troubles Diodore; No Lawyers feed, this is the hand-gout sure.

Epig. CI. Of old Afra.

Afra both Mams and Daddies hath; yet she The Dad of Dads, and Mam of Mams may be.

Epig. CXI. To Velox.

You say my Epigrams, Velox, too long are; You nothing write; sure yours are shorter far.

Epig. CXIII. On Priscus.

While not yet known, I lord and king call'd thee; Well known, you are plain Priscus now to me.

Epig. CXIX. To Caecilianus.

A hundred read, you think too few I gave Of Epigrams; Wilt thou more evils have?

MARTIALIS LIBER I.

Epigram XVII. Ad Avitum.

Sunt Bona, sunt quaedam mediocria, sunt mala plura Quae legis hic: aliter non fit, Avite, liber.

Epigram XXIX. De Acerra.

Hesterno foetere mero qui credit Acerram, Fallitur; in lucem semper Acerra bibit.

Epig. XXXIII. Ad Sabidium.

Non amo te Sabidi, nec possum dicere quare; Hoc tantum possum dicere, Non amo te.

Epig. XXXIX. Ad Fidentinum.

Quem recitas, meus est, ô Fidentine, libellus: Sed malè cùm recitas, incipit esse cuus.

Epig. XLI. Ad Lividum.

Qui ducis vultus, & non legis ista libenter, Omnibus invideas, Livide, nemo tibi.

Epig. XLVIII. De Diaulo medico.

Nuper erat medicus, nunc est vespillo Diaulus; Quod vespillo facit, fecerat & medicus.

Epig, LXXVI. De Lyno.

Dimidium donare Lino, quam credere totum, Qui mavult: mavult perdere dimidium.

Epig. XCII. Ad Laelium.

Cum tua non edas, carpis mea carmina, Laeli; Carpere vel noli nostra, vel ede tua.

Epig. XCVI. Ad Helium.

Quod clamas semper, quod agentibus obstrepis Heli, Non facis hoc gratis: accipis, ut taceas.

Epig. XCIX. Ad Flaccum.

Litigat, & podagra Diodorus Flacce laborat; Sed nil patrono porrigit, haec chiragra est.

Epig. CI. De Afra vetula.

Mammas at que tatas habet Afra: sed ipsa tatarum Dici & mammarum maxima mamma potest.

Epig. CXI. Ad Velocem.

Scribere me quereris, Velox, epigrammata longa; Ipse nihil scribis, tu breviora facis.

Epig. CXIII. In Priscum.

Cum te non nossem, dominum regemque vocabam: Cum bent te novi, jam mihi Priscus eris.

Epig. CXIX. Ad Caecilianum.

Cui legisse sat is, non est epigrammata centum, Nil illi satis est, Caeciliane, mali.

MARTIAL BOOK II.

Epig. III. To Sextus.

YOu nothing owe, you nothing owe, we know: Sextus, to pay he's able, that doth owe.

Epig. XIII. To Sextus.

Both Judge and Advocate look for reward, 'Tis my mind with your Creditor you accord.

Epig. XV. Upon Hermus.

That you your cup to drink do give to none: Hermus' tis civilly, not proudly done.

Epig. XX. Of Paulus.

Bought Verses, for his own, Paul doth recite; For what you buy, you may call yours by right.

Epig. XXI. Upon Posthumus.

You kiss some, Posthume, some your hand allow; You bid me chuse; your hand, your hand I vow.

Epig. XXV. to Galla.

You nere give, Galla, yet grant constantly; If that's your way, I'le beg what you'd deny.

Epig. XXVIII. Upon Linus.

Ask you what my Nomentine field brings me? This Linus 'mongst the rest, I nere see thee.

Epig. LVIII. Upon Zoilus.

You sprucely cloathed, laugh at my thred-bare gown; 'Tis thred-bare truly, Zoilus, but mine own.

Epig. LXXX. Of Fannius.

When Fannius from his Enemy did fly, He kild himself for fear lest he should die.

LXXXVIII. Upon Mamercus.

You'd Poet seem, yet nothing you rehearse; Be what you will, so we nere hear your verse.

MARTIALIS LIBER II.

Epig. III. Ad Sextum.

SExte, nihil debes; nil debes, Sexte, fatemur: Debet enim, si quis solvere, Sexte, potest.

Epig. XIII. Ad Sextum.

Et Judex petit, & petit patronus; Solvas censeo, Sexte, creditori.

Epig. XV. In Hermum.

Quod nulli calicem tuum propinas, Humanè facis, Herme, non superbè.

Epig. XX. De Paullo

Carmina Paullus emit: recitat sua carmina Paullus. Nam quod emis, possis dicere jure tuum.

Epig. XXI. In Posthumum.

Basia das aliis, aliis das, Posthume, dextram. Dicis, utrum mavis? elige: malo manum.

Epig. XXV. Ad Gallam.

Das nunquam, semper promitis, Galla, roganti; Si semper fallis, jam rogo, Galla, nega.

Epig. XXXVIII. In Linum.

Quid mihi reddat ager, quaeris, Linc, Nomentanus? Hoc mihi reddit ager: te Line non video.

Epig. LII. In Zoilum.

Pexatus pulchrè, rides mea, Zoile, trita: Sunt haec trita quidem, Zoiele, sed mea sunt.

Epig. LXXX. De Fannio.

Hostem cùm fugeret, se Fannius ipse peremit: Hic rogo, non faror est, ne moriare mori?

Epig. LXXXVIII. In Mamercum.

Nil recitas, & vis, Mamerce, Poeta videri: Quicquid vis esto, dummodo nil recites.

MARTIAL. BOOK III.

Epig. VIII. Upon Quintus.

Quiatus loves Thais: Which Thais? Is it she That's blind? I think she hath more eyes then he.

Epig. IX. Upon Cinna.

Cinna on me Verses to write is said; He writes not, who's not worthy to be read.

Epig. XXI. On a cruel Master.

Who sav'd by his man, doth stigmatize the same, Returns himself to banish his good name.

Epig. XXVIII. Upon Nestor.

Wonder you Nestor, Marius ear smells strong? Your breaths the Cause, you whisper there so long.

Epig. XXXV. Of fishes engraved.

These fishes see, that the fain'd sculpture are Of Phidias; adde but water, they'l swim there.

Epig. XXXVII. On angry friends.

Rich friends 'gainst poor, to anger still are prone; It is not well, but profitably done.

Epig. XLI. Of a Lizard engrav'd upon a Cup.

The Lizard wrought by Mentor's hand so rare, Was fear'd in th' Cup, as though it living were.

Epig. XLIX. Upon the Invitor.

You Massick drink, Veian wine give to me: I need not tast, the smell doth satisfie.

Epig. LVI. Of the water of Ravenna.

I'de rather have a Well at Rhene, than Vine: Since Water there is far more dear then Wine.

Epig. LXI. Upon Cinna.

What e're you ask, 'tis Nothing still you cry; If Nothing Cinna, Nothing I'le deny.

Epig. LXXXIX. To Phoebus.

Lettuces, Phoebus, and soft Mallows use: Thy costive squeezing Closestool-face to loose.

Epig. XCIV. On Rufus.

You say you Hare's not boyl'd, and seem to be Enrag'd: you'd flash your Cook, not Hare I see.

MARTIALIS LIBER III.

Epig. VIII. In Quintum.

Thaida Quintus amat: quam Thaida? Thaida luscam. Unum oculum Thais non habet, ille duos.

Epig. IX. In Cinnam.

Versiculos in me narratur scribere Cinna. Non scribit, cujus carmina nemo legit.

Epig. XXI. In crudelem Dominum.

Proscriptum famulus servavit fronte notatus; Non fuit haec domini vita, sed invidia.

Epig. XXVIII. In Nestorem.

Auriculam Mario graviter miraris olere: Tu facis hoc: garris, Nestor, in auriculam.

Epig. XXXV. De Piscibus sculptis.

Art is Phidiacae toreuma clarum, Pisces adspicis: adde aquam, natabunt.

Epig. XXXVII. In irascentes amicos.

Irasci tantùm felicis nostis amici; Non bellè facitis: sed juvat boc facere.

Epig. XLI. In lacerta caelata.

Inserta Phialae Mentoris manu ducta Lacerta vivit, & timetur argentum.

Epig. XLIX. Ad Invitatorem.

Veientana mihi misces, tu Massica potas: Olfacere haec malo pocula, quàm bibere.

Epig. LVI. De Cisterna Ravennate.

Sit cisterna mihi, quàm vinea, malo Ravennae: Cùm possim multo vendere pluris aquam.

Epig. LXI. In Cinnam.

Esse nihil dicis, quidquid petis, improbe Cinna. Si nil Cinna petis, nil tibi, Cinna, nego.

Epig. LXXXIX. Ad Phaebum.

Utere lactucis, & mollibus utere malvis: Nam faciem durùm, Phaebe, cacantis habet.

Epig. XCIV. In Rufum.

Esse negas coctum leporem, poscis{que} flagella; Mavis Rufe coquum scindere, quàm leporem.

MARTIAL BOOK IV.

Epig. XXIV. To Fabianus.

Licoris of her Friends still makes an end; I would she were to my Wife such a Friend.

Epig. XXXIV. To Attalus.

Thy Gown is thred-bare, soil'd; yet he saith right, O Attalus, that saith thy Gown is white.

Epig. XLI. Of a bad Poet.

Why wrapt about your Neck Wool do you wear? That Wool would better serve to stop your Ear.

Epig. XLVII. Of Phaeton.

There Phaeton see, wrought with a burning stile; What do you mean? him to twice burn the while.

Epig. LXV. Of Philaenis.

With but one eye Philaenis weeps; how done If you enquire, know she hath got but one.

Epig. LXXVI. To his covetous Friend.

I ask'd Twelve thousand Sesterce, Six you gave: Henceforth I'le double ask what I would have.

Epig. LXXX. To Matho.

So constant Guest unto my farm y'are known; You buying it, I cheat, and sell your own.

Epig. LXXXVI. Upon Ponticus.

We drink in glass, but you in stone, and why? Least clear glass should your better Wine descry.

MARTIALIS LIBER IV.

Epig. XXIV. Ad Fabianum.

Omnes, quas habuit, Fabiane, Lycoris amicas Extulit; uxori fiat amica meae.

Epig. XXXIV. Ad Attalum.

Sordida cùm tibi sit: verum tamen, Attale, dicit Quisquis'te niveam dicit habere togam.

Epig. XLI. In male recitantem.

Quid recitaturus circundas vellera collo? Conveniunt nostris auribus illa magis.

Epig. XLVII. De Phaetone.

Eacaustus Phaeton tabulâ depictus in hac est. Quid tibi vis, dipyron qui Phaethonta facis?

Epig. LXV. De Philaeni.

Oculo Philaenis semper altero plorat. Quo fiat istud quaeritis modo, lusca est.

Epig. LXXVI. In avarum amicum.

Millia misisti mihi sex, bis sena petenti: Ut bis sena feram, bis duodena petam.

Epig. LXXX. Ad Mathonem.

Hospes eras nostri semper, Matho, Tiburtini: Hoc emis, imposui, rus tibi vendo tuum.

Epig. LXXXVI. In Ponticum.

Non bibimus nitro, tu myrrhâ, Pontice; quare? Prodat perspicuus ne duo vina calix.

MARTIAL. BOOK V.

Epig. XXXIII. Of Crisp.

Crispus no fourth part to his Wife did leave; Unto whom then? himself did it receive.

Epig. XLIV. Of Thais and Lecania.

Lecania's teeth why white, Thais black are? Lecania bought, Thais her own doth wear.

Epig. XLVIII. Of Philo.

That he ne're sups at home, Philo makes Oath; He never sups, but when invited forth.

Epig. LVIII. To Cinna.

When Sir I call thee, be not pleas'd; for know Cinna, I often call my servant so.

Epig. LXXXII. To Aemilianus.

You want, Aemilianus, so you may: Riches are given rich men, and none but they.

Epig. LXXXIV. To Dindymus.

I fly, you follow; fly, when I persue: What I love, hate, is hated, lov'd by you.

MARTIALIS LIBER V.

Epig. XXXIII. De Crispo.

Quadrantem Crispus tabulis, Faustine, supremis Non dedit uxori; cui dedit ergo? sibi.

Epig. XLIV. De Thaide & Lecania.

Thais habet nigros, niveos Lecania dentes. Quae ratio est? emptos haec habet, illa suos.

Epig. XLVIII. De Philone.

Nunquam se coenasse domi Philo jurat: & hoc est: Non coenat quoties nemo vocavit eum.

Epig. LVIII. Ad Cinnam.

Cum voco te Dominum, noli tibi, Cinna, placere: Saepe etiam servum sic resaluto meum.

Epig. LXXXII. Ad Aemilianum.

Semper eris pauper, si pauper es, Aemiliane: Dantur opes nulli nunc nisi divitibus.

Epig. LXXXIV. Ad Dindymum.

Insequeris, fugio; fugis, insequor: haec mihi mens est: Velle tuum nolo, Dindyme, nolle volo.

MARTIAL BOOK VI.

Epig. XLVIII. On Pomponius.

Sophos to thee thy Clients cry; but know Thy Supper's eloquent, Thou art not so.

Epig. LXXIX. To Lupus.

What fad, and rich? beware, if Fortune shall, Lupus, know this, she'le thee ingratefull call.

Epig. XC. Of Gellia.

Gellia hath but one Servant, yet much shame: For Gellia hath two Husbands; there's the blame.

MARTIALIS LIBER VI.

Epig. XLVIII. In Pomponium.

Quòd tam grande sophos clamat tibi turba togata, Non tu, Pompini, caena diserta tua est.

Epig. LXXIX. Ad Lupum.

Tristis es, & felix; sciat hoc fortuna caveto: Ingratum dicet te, Lupe, si scierit.

Epig. XC. De Gellia.

Moechum Gellia non habet nisi unum: Turpe est hoc magis; uxor est duorum.

MARTIAL. BOOK VII.

Epig. II. To Pontilianus.

Why send I not to thee these Books of mine? 'Cause I, Pontilian, would be free from thine.

Epig. VIII. Of Casselius.

Casselius now to threescore years doth rise; He witty is, when will he grow to wise?

Epig. XV To Regulus.

Having no mony, I am forc'd your Pack Of Gifts to sell; what, Regulus, do ye lack?

Epig. LVIII. Of Caecilianus.

Without a Bore Caecilian ne're doth feast; Titus, he hath a very pretty Guest.

Epig. LXV. Of Labienus.

Fábius left Labien his sole Heir by will; Yet he complains he is a Looser still.

Epig. LXXVI. Of Tucca.

Ask me no more, no Books I'le give to thee; Tucca, you sell, not read the Courtesie.

Epig. LXXX. To Lausus.

Thirty Bad Epigrams the Book doth share; The Book is good, if Thirty good there are.

Epig. LXXXII. Of Eutrapelus.

Barber Eutrapelus did shave so slow Lupercus Chin; another Beard did grow.

Epig. XCIII. To Papilus.

Sweet oyntment once was in that Onyx stone; You smelt, and see 'tis putrefaction grown.

Epig. C. Of an Old Woman.

If touch'd, or heard, you please; not seen each part Doth please us well; none, if in sight thou art.

MARTIAL. LIBER VII.

Epig. II. Ad Pontilianum.

Cur non mitto meos tibi, Pontiliane, libellos? Ne mihi tu mittas, Pontiliane, tuos.

Epig. VIII. De Casselio.

Cum sexaginta numeret Casselius annos, Ingeniosus homo est: quando disertus erit?

Epig. XV. Ad Regulum.

Aera domi non sunt; superest hoc, Regule, tantùm, Ut tua vendamus munera: numquid emis?

Epig. LVIII. De Caeciliano.

Non coenát sine apro noster, Tite, Caecilianus, Bellum convivam Caecilianus habet.

Epig. LXV. De Labieno.

Haeredem Fabius Labienum ex asse reliquit: Plus meruisse tamen se Labienus ait.

Epig. LXXVI. In Tuccam.

Exigis ut nostros donem tibi, Tucca libellos; Non faciam: nam vis vendere, non legere.

Epig. LXXX. Ad Lausum.

Triginta toto mala sunt epigrammata, libro: Si totidem bona sunt, Lause, liber bonus est.

Epig. LXXXII. De Eutrapelo:

Eutrapelus tonsor dum circuit ora Luperci, Expungit{que} genas: altera barba subit.

Epig. XCIII. De Papilo.

Unguentum fuerat, quod onyx modò parva gerebat: Olfecit postquam Papilus, ecce garum est.

Epig. C. De Vetula.

Tacta places, audita places, si non videare, Tota places: neutro, si videare, places.

MARTIAL BOOK VIII.

Epig. XXVII. To Gaurus.

Who gives you gifts being rich, and old, doth cry, Gaurus, To thee I give these gifts to dy.

Epig. XXIX. Of Disticks.

What Writer can as short on Disticks look, When even those Disticks do make up a Book?

Epig. XLIX. Of Asper.

One that is fair, blind Asper much esteems; Yet Asper sees not what he does, it seems.

Epig. LX. Of Claudia.

The Palatine Colossus Claudia must, If eighteen inches shorter, equal just.

MARTIALIS LIBER VIII.

Epig. XXVII. Ad Gaurum.

Munera qui tibi dat locupleti, Gaure, seni{que} Si sapis & sentis, hic tibi ait, Morere.

Epig. XXIX. De Distichis.

Disticha qui scribit, puto, vult brevitate placere. Quid prodest brevitas, dic mihi si, liber est?

Epig. XLIX. De Aspro.

Formosam planè, sed coecus diliget Asper: Plus ergo, ut res est, quàm videt Asper, amat.

Epíg. LX. In Claudiam.

Summa Palatini poteras aequare Colossi, Si fieres brevior, Claudia, sesquipede.

MARTIAL. BOOK IX.

Epig. VI. On Paula.

You'd Priscus wed, Paula; you're wise I know; But hee'l not thee; Priscus is wiser though.

Epig. XVI. Of Chloe.

On her seven Husbands tombs she doth impress, This Chloë did; what can she more confess?

Epig. XCVII. Of Herodes.

Stealing his Cup, his Patient him did spy; Herodes said, Fool, if you drink you dy.

MARTIAL. LIBER IX.

Epig. VI. In Paullam.

Nubere vis Prisco, non miror, Paulla: sapísti. Ducere te non vult Priscus: & ílle spit.

Epig. XVI. De Chloë.

Inscripsit tumulo septem celebrata virorum Se fecisse Chloë: quid pote simplicius?

Epig. XCVII. De Herode.

Clinicus Herodes trullam subduxerat aegro: Deprensus dixit; stulte, quid ergo bibis?

MARTIAL. BOOK X.

Epig. VIII. Of Paulla.

Paulla would marry me, she is too old; Yet were she not so young, the match should hold.

Epig. XLIII. To Phileros.

Now in thy field seven Wives buried are; What ground than thine a better crop doth bear?

Epig. LIV. Upon Olus.

Your Feast still cover'd is: I, Olus, sure, If this be one, a Feast can make, though poor.

Epig. LXXXIV. Of Afer to Caecilianus.

Reason why Afer sleeps not you would know; Caecilianus, mind his Bed-fellow.

MARTIAL. LIBER X.

Epig. VIII. De Paulla.

Nubere Paulla cupit nobis, ego ducere Paullam Nolo: anus est; vellem si magis esset anus.

Epig. XLIII. Ad Philerotem.

Septima jam, Phileros, ìibi conditur uxor in agro. Plus nulli, Phileros, quàm tibi reddit ager.

Epig. LIV. In Olum.

Mensas, Ole, bonas ponis: sed ponis opertas. Ridiculum est possum sic ego habere bonas.

Epig. LXXXIV. De Afro, ad Caecilianum:

Miraris, quare dormitum non eat Afer? Accumbat cum qua Caeciliane vides.

MARTIAL. BOOK XI.

Epig. XV. Of a little Farmer.

Entomb this small Aërial Corps ith' sky; On him the least earth will too heavy ly.

Epig. LXVIII. Upon Maro.

Living you nothing give; your Funeral fire You say, gives all; you know what I desire.

Epig. LXIX. To Matho.

Great men deny when trifles you'd receive; With lesse shame ask what befits them to give.

Epig. LXXXIV. To Sosibianus.

Gratis none lodge, but rich, and Orphanes those, Who on his house doth dearer rates impose.

Epig. XCIII. Upon Zoilus.

Who calls thee Vitious, lyes; You, Zoilus, are Not Vitious, but pure Vice it self, I sware.

MARTIAL. LIBER XI.

Epig. XV. De Colono.

Heredes nolite brevem sepelire colonum. Nam terra est illi quantulacunque gravis.

Epig. LXVIII. In Maronem.

Nil mihi das vivus: dicis post fata daturum. Si non es stultus, scis Maro quid cupiam.

Epig. LXIX. Ad Mathonem.

Parva rogas magnos: sed non haec quoque magui. Ut pudeat leviùs te Matho, magna roga.

Epig. LXXXIV. Ad Sosibianum.

Nemo habitat gratis, nisi dives & orbus apud te. Nemo domum pluris, Sosibiane, locat.

Epig. XCIII. In Zoilum:

Mentitur, qui te vitiosum, Zoiles, dixit. Non vitiosus homo es, Zoile, sed vitium.

MARTIAL. BOOK XII.

Epig. VII. Of Ligia.

If Ligia equal years and hairs doth hold, Now Gran-dame Ligia's almost three year old.

Epig. X. Of Africanus.

Though he's worth Thousands, yet his fingers itch; All are still poor, though many be too rich.

Epig. XIII. To Auctus.

Anger, rich men do count a gain: they live At less expence of purse to hate, then give.

Epig. XLVII. Upon a divers-humour'd man.

Th'art merry, sad, easre, and hard to please; Nor with, nor from thee can I live at ease.

Epig. LI. Of Fabullus.

Wonder no more that Fabull's cheated so; An honest man is simply honest, know.

Epig. LIV. Upon Zoilus.

Red hair, black mouth, badger legs, blind, I see; Be, Zoilus, good, and the worlds wonder be.

Epig. CII. To Mattus.

He who denyes himself at home, you see, Mattus, doth say, I am asleep to thee.

MARTIAL. LIBER XII.

Epig. VII. De Ligeia.

Toto vertice quot gerit capillos, Annos si tot habet Ligeia, trima est.

Epig. X. De Africano.

Habet Africanus millies, tamen captat; Fortuna multis dat nimis, satis nulli.

Epig. XIII. Ad Auctum.

Genus, Aucte, lucri divites habent iram; Odisse quàm donare vilius constat.

Epig. XLVII. In habentem varios mores,

Difficilis, facilis, jucundus, acerbus es idem: Nec tecum possum vivere, nec sine te.

Epig. LI. De Fabullo.

Tam saepe nostrum deeipi Fabullum, quid Miraris Aule? semper bonus homo tiro est.

Epig. LIV. In Zoilum.

Crine ruber, niger ore, brevis pede, lumine laesus. Rem magnam praestas, Zoile, si bonus es.

Epig. CII. Ad Martum.

Qui negat esse domi se, tunc cùm limina pulsas. Quid dicat, nescis? dormio, Matte, tibi.

MARTIAL. BOOK XIII. Xenia.

Epig. IV. Frankincense.

Send perfum'd prayers to Jove, that Caesar may Long rule on earth, e're he heaven's scepter sway.

Epig. XVIII. Leeks.

When you Tarentine, Leeks eat, shun offence, With lips close seal'd a breathless kiss dispence.

Epig. XXII. Reisins in the sun.

Fit nor for cup, nor Bacchus; I will be Nectar, although not Potable, to thee.

Epig. XXXIX. A Goat.

You once did Bacchus wound; this death you have, O wanton Goat, for the then wound you gave.

Epig. LIII. A Turtle-Dove

Lettuce farewell; fat Turtles give to me; And poynant hunger the best sawce will be.

Epig. LIX. A Dormouse.

Sleeping all Winter I'm most fat; no food, But a full meal of sleep doth work this good.

Epig. LX. A Rabit.

You a small Burrough working, do defign Captains great Cities how to undermine.

Epig. LXII. On a cramn'd Hen.

The Hen grows fat, with darkness fed and dough; The very gut doth now ingenious grow.

Epig. LXXVI. A wilde Partridge.

I a wilde Partridge am; what difference? nought, But that the tame one is the dearer bought.

Epig. LXXXVII. The Purple fish.

O most ungratefull man, not only you Do dye with me; but likewise eat me too.

Epig. XCIV. The Does.

The Tusk, the Boar; Harts, horns defend, to all We naked Does, prey undefended, fall.

Epig. CXXII. Vineger.

Aegyptian Vineger despise not thou: When it was Wine, 'twas far more vile chan now.

Epig. CXXV. Tarentine wine.

Happy, and fam'd Aulon, in wool, and wine, The fleece take thou, give me the richer Vine.

Epig. CXXVII. A Coronet of Roses to Caesar.

Winter a Rose presents unto thy Throne; Once 'twas the Springs, but now 'tis Caesars grown.

MARTIALIS. LIBER XIII. Xenia.

Epig. IV. Thus.

Serus ut aethereae Germanicus imperet aulae, Utque diu terris, da pia thura Jovi.

Epig. XVIII. Porri sectivi.

Fila Tarentini graviter redolentia porri Edisti quoties, oscula clausa dato.

Epig. XXII. Uva duracina.

Non habilis cyathis, & inutilis uva Lyaeo: Sed non potanti me, tibi Nectar ero.

Epig. XXXIX. Hoedo.

Lascivum pecus, & viridi non utile Baccho Det poenas: nocuit jam tenet ille deo.

Epig. LIII. Turtur.

Dum pinguis mibi turtur erit: lactuca valebis, Et cochleas tibi habe; perdere nolo famem.

Epig. LIX. Glires.

Tota mihi dormitur byems, & pinguior illo Tempore sum, quo me nil nisi somnus alit.

Epig. LX. Cuniculus.

Gaudet in effossis habitare cuniculus antris: Monstravit tacitas hostibus ille vias.

Epig. LXII. Gallina altilis.

Pascitur & dulci facilis gallina farinâ, Pascitur & tenebris; ingenìosa gula est.

Epig. LXXVI. Rusticula.

Rustica sum, an perdix, quid refert si sapor idem est? Carior est perdix: sic sapit illa magis.

Epig. LXXXVII. Murices.

Sanguine de nostro tinctas ingrate lacernas Induis, &, non est hoc satis, esca sumus.

Epig. XCIV. Damae.

Dente timentur api; defendunt cornua cervos: Imbelles damae, quid nisi praeda sumus?

Epig. CXXII. Acetum.

Amphora Niliaci non sit tibi vilit aceti: Esset cùm vinum, vilior illa fuit.

Epig. CXXV. Tarentinum.

Nobilis & lanis, & felix vitibus Aulon Det pretiosa tibi vellera, vina mihi.

Epig. CXXVII. Corona Rosea.

Dat festinata Caesar tibi bruma coronas, Quondam veris erant, nunc tua facta rosa est.

MARTIAL. BOOK XIV. APOPHORETA.

Epig. XII. An Ivory Cabinet.

These Ivory Tills should nought contain but Gold, And more vile wood should baser silver hold.

Epig. XVI. A Casting box.

The cogging hand may slur a Dye; with me No slight prevails, only your hopes are free.

Epig. XXXIV. A Sithe made of a Sword.

Me to a better Trade calme Peace doth change, I, in the Camp did serve, do in the Scange.

Epig. XLIV. A Wooden Candlestick.

Unless you mind, and mend the light, you'l see The Candlestick it self will Candle be.

Epig. LXXIII. A Parret.

To complement my Master teacheth me; But I by nature am taught loyalty.

Epig. LXXV. A Nightingale.

Wrong'd Philomel, while woman, mute was she; But since a bird, sings her own Eligy.

Epig. LXXVI. A Pie.

Did you nor see, (such a true voyce I fain) Thinking me man, you would Salute again.

Epig. LXXXIX. A Citron-table.

Atlas this Citron-table sends to thee: Should he give gold, the gift would viler be.

Epig. CXI. Chrystal-glasses.

You Chrystal break, for fear of breaking it: Careless and carefull hands like fault commit.

Epig. CXXXIII. A Granada Cloak.

I'me as I seem; not any dyer gave, But nature dyed this colour that I have.

Epig. CXLVII. A Rugge.

Warm purple Ruggs without, what profit these, If an old Wife within doth make thee freeze?

Epig. CLXII. Hay.

Sruff thy cheap Tick with hay, pale care will fly; She never doth upon a hard bed ly.

Epig. CLXXVII. Corinthian Hercules.

See how the Child doth the two Serpents tear, And squeeze out life; Hydra even now may fear.

Epig. CLXXX. The picture of Europa.

Great Father of the gods, a Bull then thou Should'st be, when Iö was transform'd a Cow.

Epig. CLXXXI. Leander in Marble.

Thus bold Leander spake to the swel'd wave; Spare me till I return, be then my grave.

Epig. CXC. Livy in Parchment.

In a small Parchment see great Livy roll'd; Whom all my Study is too small to hold.

Epig. CXCIV. Lucan.

There some be say I do not poetize: But he who sells me finds it otherwise.

Epig. CXCVII. A little Mule.

You need not fear a fall from the low Mule; You almost higher sit when earth's your stool.

Epig. CCVIII. A Notary.

This swifter hand doth the swift words out-run, Before the Tongue hath spoke, the hand hath done.

Epig. CCX. A Fool.

A modest Folly may for wisdome go; And he's less wife that would seem more than so.

Epig. CCXI. A Ram's bead.

You the Phryxean beast do kill; yet he Disrob'd himself to dress ungratefull thee.

Epig. CCXII. A Dwarf.

Whom for his Head you Hector think, you'l call Hector's young son, when you perceive how tall.

Epig. CCXVII. On an Ordinary.

Your Ordinary and number name; what is't? Not a word more; your Supper's drest and disht.

Epig. CCXX. A cook.

A Cook should double one sence have; for he Should taster for himself and master be.

The end.

MARTIALIS. LIBER XIV APOPHORETA.

Epig. XII. Loculi eborei.

Hos nisi de flava loculos implere monetâ Non decet; argentum vilia ligna ferant.

Epig. XVI. Turricula.

Quae scit compositos manus improba mittere talos, Si per me misit, nil nisi vota facit.

Epig. XXXIV. Falx ex ense.

Pax me certa ducis placidos curvavit in usus. Agricolae nune sum, militis ante sui.

Epig. XLIV. Candelabrum ligneum.

Esse vides lign••••um: serves nisi lumina siet De candetabro magna lucerna tibi.

Epig. LXXIII. Psittacus.

Psittacus à vobis aliorum nomina discam: Hoc didici per me dicere, Caesar, ave.

Epig. LXXV. 〈◊〉〈◊〉

〈1 line〉〈1 line〉 〈1 line〉〈1 line〉

Epig. LXXVI. Pica.

Pica loquax certa dominum te voce saluto: Si me non videas, esse negabis avem.

Epig. LXXXIX. Mensa citrea.

Accipe felices Atlantica munera sylvas: Aurea qui dederit dona, minora dabit.

Epig. CXI. Chrystallina.

Frangere dum metuis, frangis chrystallina: peccant Securae nimium, solicitaeque manus.

Epig. CXXXIII. Lacernae Baeticae.

Non est lana mihi mendax, nec mutor aëno: Si placeant Tyriae, me mea tinxit ovis.

CXLVII. Cubicularia gausapina.

Stragula purpureis lucent villosa tapetis; Quid prodest, si te congelat uxor anus?

Epig. CLXII. Foenum.

Fraudata tumeat facilis tibi culcita pluma; Non venit ad duros pallidá cura toros.

Epig. CLXXVII. Hercules Corinthius.

Elidit geminos infans, nec respicit angues; Jam poterat teneras hydra timere manus.

Epig. CLXXX. Europa picta.

Mutari melius tauro pater optime divûm Tunc poteras, Iô cum tibi vacca fuit.

Epig. CLXXXI. Leander marmoreus.

Clamabat tumidis audax Leander in undis, Mergite me fluctus, cùm rediturus ero.

Epig. CXC. Livius in membranis.

Pellibus exiguis arctatur Livius ingens, Quem mea non totum bibliotheca capit.

Epig. CXCVI. Lucan.

Sunt quidam, qui me dicunt non esse Poetam: Sed qui me vendit bibliopola, putat.

Epig. CXCVII. Mulae pomiliae.

His tibi de mulis non est metuanda ruina: Altiùs in terra paene sedere soles.

Epig. CCVIII. Notarius.

Currant verba licet manus est velocior illis: Nondum lingua suum, dextra perigit opus.

Epig. CCX. Morio.

Non mendax stupor est, nec singitur arte dolosa Quisquls plus justo non sapit, ille sapit.

Epig. CCXI. Caput arietinum.

Mollia Phryxei secuisti colla mariti, Hoc meruit, tunicam qui tibi saepe dedit.

Epig. CCXII. Pumilio.

Si solum spectes hominis caput, Hectora credes: Si stantem videas. Astyanacta plures.

Epig. CCXVII. Obsonator.

Dic quotus, & quanti cupias coenare, nec unum Addideris verbum: coena parata tibi est.

Epig. CCXX. Coquus.

Non satis est ars sola coquo, servire palato: Nam{que} coquus domini debet habere gulam.

FINIS