Which done, and brought him at another season,

Said now tis rime, before nor rime nor reason.

This Puet is not mentioned by Ritson, or any of our poetical Biographers, but he was the author, among other works, of the following: "Two CENTURIES OF EPIGRAMMES. Written by John Heath, Bachelour of Arts, and Fellow of New Colledge in Oxford.

Quicquid agunt homines, votum, timor, ira, voluptas, Gaudia, discursus; nostri farrago libelli est.

London. Printed by John Windet. 1610."

EPIG. 17.

I tooke the wall, one thrust me rudely by,
And told me the highway did open lie;
I thankt him that he did me so much grace,
To take the worse, leave me the better place;
For if by th' owners we esteeme of things,
The walls a subjects, but the ways the kings.

EPIG. 24.

Fisher, by being the Popes humble thrall,
Missed not much of being Cardinall;
A cap there was prepared, a Legate sent,
T'invest his brow with that pure ornament;
But see how thinges fell out, see how he sped,
Before his cap came he had lost his head.

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EPIG. 9.

Health is a jewel true, which when we buy,
Physicians value it accordingly.

EPIG. 14.

Some of Alvinus friends met purposely
T'extol his worth, did praise him for to bee
Well timberd, and to give him the more grace,
One of them said he had a wainscot face;
Another thinking sure to strike the stroke,
Reported that he was all hart of oke.

Commend they him this way, the best they can,
Yet shall they make him but a woodden man.

EPIG. 38.

Ad M. Brewer, Medicum.

This phrase to drinke a health is onely trew,
Of drinke which men of your profession brew.

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EPIG. 40.

Our common Parents strait upon their fall,
Made breeches fit to hide their shame withall;
And as we read both alike wore them then,
Now females weare the breeches more than men.

EPIG. 92.

TOBACCO.

We buy the driest wood that we can finde,
And willingly would leave the smoke behinde;
But in tobacco a thwart course we take,
Buying the hearb onely for the smokes sake.

EPIG. 98.

PORUS, the onely Sloven of our dayes,
Is, for I dare avouch it to his praise,
No punie scholler, wonderfully read
As any of his time that beares a head,
Yet of all the authors common here with us,
It seemes he ne're heard of GO-CLENIUS.

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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

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Majesties well meaning and loyall subject,

ROBERT HAYMAN."

The following complimentary verses to the author, by the celebrated George Wither, seem worth preserving:

TO THE LOVERS OF THE MUSES UPON THESE QUODLIBETS.

Why doe so many fondly dote upon
Parnassus, Tempe, and that Helicon,

Renowned by the Greeks? why praise they so
The muses haunting Tiber, Thame and Po,
As if no other hill, or grove, or spring,

Should yeeld such raptures as these forth did bring.
Behold even from these uncouth shores, among
Unpeopled woods and hills, these straines were sung.
And most of theirs they seeme to parallell,
Who boast to drinke of Aganippes well.

Despaire not, therefore, you that love the Muses,
If any Tyrant you or yours abuses;

For these will follow you and make you mirth,
Ev'n at the furthest angles of the earth,
And these contentment which at home ye leese,
They shall restore you among beasts and trees.

Yours,

GEORGE WITHER.

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