[
  {
    "title": "Divine Epigrams: On the Miracle of the Multiplied Loaves",
    "author": "Richard Crashaw",
    "lines": [
      "See here an easy feast that knows no wound,",
      "That under hunger's teeth will needs be sound;",
      "A subtle harvest of unbounded bread,",
      "What would ye more? Here food itself is fed."
    ],
    "linecount": "4"
  },
  {
    "title": "Divine Epigrams: To our Lord, upon the Water Made Wine",
    "author": "Richard Crashaw",
    "lines": [
      "Thou water turn'st to wine, fair friend of life,",
      "Thy foe, to cross the sweet arts of thy reign,",
      "Distills from thence the tears of wrath and strife,",
      "And so turns wine to water back again."
    ],
    "linecount": "4"
  },
  {
    "title": "E Nihilo Nihil; or an Epigram Bewitched",
    "author": "George Gordon, Lord Byron",
    "lines": [
      "OF rhymes I printed seven volumes--",
      "The list concludes John Murray's columns:",
      "Of these there have been few translations",
      "For Gallic or Italian nations;",
      "And one or two perhaps in German--",
      "But in this last I can't determine.",
      "But then I only sung of passions",
      "That do not suit with modern fashions;",
      "Of Incest and such like diversions",
      "Permitted only to the Persians,",
      "Or Greeks to bring upon their stages--",
      "But that was in the earlier ages",
      "Besides my style is the romantic,",
      "Which some call fine, and some call frantic;",
      "While others are or would seem _as_ sick",
      "Of repetitions nicknamed Classic.",
      "For my part all men must allow",
      "Whatever I was, I'm classic now.",
      "I saw and left my fault in time,",
      "And chose a topic all sublime--",
      "Wondrous as antient war or hero--",
      "Then played and sung away like Nero,",
      "Who sang of Rome, and I of Rizzo:",
      "The subject has improved my wit so,",
      "The first four lines the poet sees",
      "Start forth in fourteen languages!",
      "Though of seven volumes none before",
      "Could ever reach the fame of four,",
      "Henceforth I sacrifice all Glory",
      "To the Rinaldo of my Story:",
      "I've sung his health and appetite",
      "(The last word's not translated right--",
      "He's turned it, God knows how, to vigour)",
      "I'll sing them in a book that's bigger.",
      "Oh! Muse prepare for thy Ascension!",
      "And generous Rizzo! thou my pension."
    ],
    "linecount": "36"
  },
  {
    "title": "Epigram. From the French of Rulhières.",
    "author": "George Gordon, Lord Byron",
    "lines": [
      "IF for silver, or for gold,",
      "  You could melt ten thousand pimples",
      "  Into half a dozen dimples,",
      "Then your face we might behold,",
      "  Looking, doubtless, much more snugly,",
      "  Yet even _then_ 'twould be damned ugly."
    ],
    "linecount": "6"
  },
  {
    "title": "Epigram on the Braziers' Address to Be Presented in _Armour_ by the Company to Queen Caroline",
    "author": "George Gordon, Lord Byron",
    "lines": [
      "IT seems that the Braziers propose soon to pass",
      "An Address and to bear it themselves all in brass;",
      "A superfluous pageant, for by the Lord Harry!",
      "They'll _find_, where they're going, much more than they carry.",
      "",
      "THE Braziers, it seems, are determined to pass",
      "An Address, and present it themselves all in brass:--",
      "A superfluous {pageant/trouble} for, by the Lord Harry!",
      "They'll find, where they're going, much more than they carry."
    ],
    "linecount": "8"
  },
  {
    "title": "478. Epigram on a Suicide",
    "author": "Robert Burns",
    "lines": [
      "EARTH’D up, here lies an imp o’ hell,",
      "  Planted by Satan’s dibble;",
      "Poor silly wretch, he’s damned himsel’,",
      "  To save the Lord the trouble."
    ],
    "linecount": "4"
  },
  {
    "title": "279. Epigram on Francis Grose the Antiquary",
    "author": "Robert Burns",
    "lines": [
      "THE DEVIL got notice that Grose was a-dying",
      "So whip! at the summons, old Satan came flying;",
      "But when he approached where poor Francis lay moaning,",
      "And saw each bed-post with its burthen a-groaning,",
      "Astonish’d, confounded, cries Satan—“By G—,",
      "I’ll want him, ere I take such a damnable load!”"
    ],
    "linecount": "6"
  },
  {
    "title": "Epigram on an Old Lady Who Had Some Curious Notions Respecting the Soul",
    "author": "George Gordon, Lord Byron",
    "lines": [
      "IN Nottingham county there lives at Swan Green,",
      "  As curst an old Lady as ever was seen;",
      "And when she does die, which I hope will be soon,",
      "  She firmly believes she will go to the Moon!"
    ],
    "linecount": "4"
  },
  {
    "title": "Epigram",
    "author": "George Gordon, Lord Byron",
    "lines": [
      "IN digging up your bones, Tom Paine,",
      "  Will. Cobbett has done well:",
      "You visit him on Earth again,",
      "  He'll visit you in Hell.",
      "",
      "You come to him on Earth again",
      "  He'll go with you to Hell!"
    ],
    "linecount": "6"
  },
  {
    "title": "Epigram",
    "author": "George Gordon, Lord Byron",
    "lines": [
      "The world is a bundle of hay,",
      "  Mankind are the asses who pull;",
      "Each tugs it a different way,--",
      "  And the greatest of all is John Bull!"
    ],
    "linecount": "4"
  },
  {
    "title": "Epigrams",
    "author": "George Gordon, Lord Byron",
    "lines": [
      "OH, Castlereagh! thou art a patriot now;",
      "Cato died for his country, so did'st thou:",
      "He perished rather than see Rome enslaved,",
      "Thou cut'st thy throat that Britain may be saved!",
      "",
      "So Castlereagh has cut his throat!--The worst",
      "Of this is,--that his own was not the first.",
      "",
      "So _He_ has cut his throat at last!--He! Who?",
      "The man who cut his country's long ago."
    ],
    "linecount": "8"
  }
]