EPIG. 24. Fisher, by being the Popes humble thrall, A cap there was prepared, a Legate sent, BOOK 2d. EPIG. 9. Health is a jewel true, which when we buy, EPIG. 14. Some of Alvinus friends met purposely Commend they him this way, the best they can, EPIG. 38. Ad M. Brewer, Medicum. This phrase to drinke a health is onely trew, VOL. II. K EPIG. EPIG. 40. Our common Parents straight upon their fall, EPIG. 92. TOBACCO. We buy the driest wood that we can finde, EPIG. 99. PORUS, the onely Sloven of our dayes, QUOD QUODLIBETS. THIS Collection of Epigrams is mentioned with respect by Warton, and deserves a place in this work, from its extreme rarity. QUODLIBETS, LATELY COME OVER FROM NEW BRITANIOLA, OLD NEWFOUNDLAND. Epigrams and other small Parcels, both morall and divine. The first foure Books being the Authors owne: the rest translated out of that excellent Epigrammatist, Mr. John 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 Newfoundland. By R. H. sometimes Governor of the Plantation there. London. Printed by Elizabeth All-de, for Roger Michell, dwelling in Pauls Church Yard, at the Signe of the Bulls Head. 1628," They are dedicated to Charles I., whom the author terms "Father, Favourer and Furtherer of all his loyall Subjects right honourable and worthie K 2 And where I am there will he be; The God from coynesse waxeth kind, The following is part of a Poetical Dialogue between Rosader, the unsuccessful Lover, and Rosalind. ROSADER. I pray thee Rosalind, by these sweet eyes, That staine the Sun in shine, the Moone in cleare, By By those sweet cheekes where loue incamped lies, I tempt thee Rosalind, by ruthfull plaints, To fat thy sheepe (the citizens of field). Oh Rosalind, then be thou pitifull, CORIDONS, SONG. A blithe and bonny country lasse, Heigh ho, bonny lasse, Sate sighing on the tender grasse, And weeping said, will none come woo me Heigh ho, a smicker swayne, That in his loue was wanton faine, With smiling lookes strait came vnto her. When as the wanton wench espide, The meanes to make herself a bride, The |