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Hero and Leander BOTH robb’d of air, we both lie in one ground; | |
| Both whom one fire had burnt, one water drown’d. | |
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Pyramus and Thisbe Two, by themselves, each other, love and fear, | |
| Slain, cruel friends, by parting have join’d here. | |
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Niobe By children’s births, and death, I am become | 5 |
| So dry, that I am now mine own sad tomb. | |
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A Burnt Ship Out of a fired ship, which by no way | |
| But drowning could be rescued from the flame, | |
| Some men leap’d forth, and ever as they came | |
| Near the foes’ ships, did by their shot decay; | 10 |
| So all were lost, which in the ship were found, | |
| They in the sea being burnt, they in the burnt ship drowned. | |
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Fall of a Wall Under an undermined and shot-bruised wall | |
| A too-bold captain perish’d by the fall, | |
| Whose brave misfortune happiest men envied, | 15 |
| That had a town for tomb, 1 his bones to hide. | |
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A Lame Beggar I am unable, yonder beggar cries, | |
| To stand, or move; if he say true, he lies. | |
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A Self-Accuser Your mistress, that you follow whores, still taxeth you; | |
| ’Tis strange that she should thus confess it, though ’t be true. | 20 |
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A Licentious Person Thy sins and hairs may no man equal call; | |
| For, as thy sins increase, thy hairs do fall. | |
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Antiquary If in his study he hath so much care | |
| To hang all old strange things, let his wife beware. | |
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Disinherited Thy father all from thee, by his last will, | 25 |
| Gave to the poor; thou hast good title still. | |
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Phryne Thy flattering picture, Phryne, is like thee, 2 | |
| Only in this, that you both painted be. | |
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An Obscure Writer Philo with twelve years’ study hath been grieved | |
| To be understood; when will he be believed? | 30 |
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[Klockius] Klockius so deeply hath sworn ne’er more to come | |
| In bawdy house, that he dares not go home. | |
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Raderus Why this man gelded Martial I muse, 3 | |
| Except himself alone his tricks would use, | |
| As Katherine, for the court’s sake, put down stews. | 35 |
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Mercurius Gallo-Belgicus Like Esop’s fellow-slaves, O Mercury, | |
| Which could do all things, thy faith is; and I | |
| Like Esop’s self, which nothing. I confess | |
| I should have had more faith, if thou hadst less. | |
| Thy credit lost thy credit. ’Tis sin to do, | 40 |
| In this case, as thou wouldst be done unto, | |
| To believe all. Change thy name; thou art like | |
| Mercury in stealing, but liest like a Greek. | |
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[Ralphius] Compassion in the world again is bred; | |
| Ralphius is sick, the broker keeps his bed. | 45 |
