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Besides, this Muse of mine and the black feather Grew both together fresh* in estimation;

Yet that same dog, I may say this and boast it,
He found my purse with gold when I have [had] lost it.
Now for myself: some fooles (like thee) may judge
That at the name of Lepidus I grudge:
No, sure; so far I think it from disgrace,
I wisht it cleare to me and to my race.
Lepus or Lepos, I in both have part;
That in my name I beare, this in mine heart.
But, Momus, I perswade myself that no man
Will deigne thee such a name, English or Roman.

Ile wage a but of sack, the best in Bristo,
Who cals me Lepid, I will call him Tristo."
Epigrams, Book iii. Ep. 21, ed. folio.
fresh] So eds. A, B.-Not in ed. C.

And both, grown stale, were cast away together: What fame is this that scarce lasts out a fashion? Only this last in credit doth remain,

That from henceforth each bastard cast-forth


Which doth but savour of a libel vein,

Shall call me father, and be thought my crime;
So dull, and with so little sense endu'd,
Is my gross-headed judge, the multitude.*

* the multitude] After these words eds. have "J. D.'


I LOVE thee not for sacred chastity,-
Who loves for that?-nor for thy sprightly wit;
I love thee not for thy sweet modesty,
Which makes thee in perfection's throne to sit;
I love thee not for thy enchanting eye,
Thy beauty[s] ravishing perfection;
I love thee not for unchaste luxury,+
Nor for thy body's fair proportion;
I love thee not for that my soul doth dance
And leap with pleasure, when those lips of thine
Give musical and graceful utterance

To some (by thee made happy) poet's line;
I love thee not for voice or slender small:+
But wilt thou know wherefore? fair sweet, for


Faith, wench, I cannot court thy sprightly eyes,
With the base-viol plac'd between my thighs;
I cannot lisp, nor to some fiddle sing,
Nor run upon a high-stretch'd minikin;
I cannot whine in puling elegies,
Entombing Cupid with sad obsequies;

I am not fashion'd for these amorous times,
To court thy beauty with lascivious rhymes;
I cannot dally, caper, dance, and sing,
Oiling my saint with supple sonnetting;

* Ignoto] This copy of verses is found only in ed. A. luxury] i. e. lust.

small] i. e., I suppose, of the waist.

I cannot cross my arms, or sigh "Ay me,
Ay me, forlorn!" egregious foppery!

I cannot buss* thy fill, play with thy hair,
Swearing by Jove, "thou art most debonair!”
Not I, by cock!+ but [I] shall tell thee

Hark in thine ear,—zounds, I can (

) thee


Sweet wench, I love thee: yet I will not sue,
Or shew my love as musky courtiers do;
I'll not carouse a health to honour thee,
In this same bezzling‡ drunken courtesy,
And, when all's quaff'd, eat up my bousing-
glass, §

In glory that I am thy servile ass;
Nor will I wear a rotten Bourbon lock,
As some sworn peasant to a female smock.
Well-featur'd lass, thou know'st I love thee dear:
Yet for thy sake I will not bore mine ear,
To hang thy dirty silken shoe-tires there;
Nor for thy love will I once gnash a brick,
Or some pied colours in my bonnet stick:
But, by the chaps of hell, to do thee good,
I'll freely spend my thrice-decocted blood.

* buss] i. e. kiss.

+ cock] A very old corruption of the sacred name. This is proved by the equally common expressions, "Cock's passion," "Cock's body," &c.

bezzling] i. e. tippling, sotting. § bousing glass] i. e. drinking-glass.

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Lvcans First Booke Translated Line for Line, By Chr. Marlow. At London, Printed by P. Short, and are to be sold by Walter Burre at the Signe of the Flower de Luce in Paules Churchyard, 1600, 4to.

According to the title-page of the second edition of Hero and Leander (see p. 276), this translation ought to have accompanied it: but, I believe, the two pieces are never found in conjunction.

TO HIS KIND and true friend, edward BLUNT.⚫

BLUNT, I purpose to be blunt with you, and, out of my dulness, to encounter you with a Dedication in the memory of that pure elemental wit, Chr. Marlowe, whose ghost or genius is to be seen walk the Church-yard in, at the least, three or four sheets. Methinks you should presently look wild now, and grow humorously frantic upon the taste of it. Well, lest you should, let me tell you, this spirit was sometime a familiar of your own, Lucan's First Book translated; which, in regard of your old right in it, I have raised in the circle of your patronage. But stay now, Edward : if I mistake not, you are to accommodate yourself with some few instructions, touching the property of a patron, that you are not yet possessed of; and to study them for your better grace, as our gallants do fashions. First, you must be proud, and think you have merit enough in you, though you are ne'er so empty; then, when I bring you the book, take physic, and keep state; assign me a time by your man to come again; and, afore the day, be sure to have changed your lodging; in the mean time sleep little, and sweat with the invention of some pitiful dry jest or two, which you may happen to utter, with some little, or not at all, marking of your friends, when you have found a place for them to come in at; or, if by chance something has dropped from you worth the taking up, weary all that come to you with the often repetition of it; censure‡ scornfully enough, and somewhat like a traveller; commend nothing, lest you discredit your (that which you would seem to have) judgment. These things, if you can mould yourself to them, Ned, I make no question but they will not become you. One special virtue in our patrons of these days I have promised myself you shall fit excellently, which is, to give nothing; yes, thy love I will challenge as my peculiar object, both in this, and, I hope, many more succeeding offices. Farewell: I affect not the world should measure my thoughts to thee by a scale of this nature: leave to think good of me when I fall from thee.

Thine in all rites of perfect friendship,


Edward Blunt] The bookseller.-So old ed. here (and see Dedication prefixed to Hero and Leander, p. 277); but, immediately after, it has "Blount, I purpose," &c., to the injury of a valuable pun,

↑ the Church-yard] i. e. Paul's church-yard, which abounded in booksellers' shops. ↑ censure] i. e. judge.

{ Thomas Thorpe] The bookseller.

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