Poetical recreations consisting of original poems, songs, odes, &c. with several new translations : in two parts / part I, occasionally written by Mrs. Jane Barker, part II, by several gentlemen of the universities, and others.

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Poetical recreations consisting of original poems, songs, odes, &c. with several new translations : in two parts / part I, occasionally written by Mrs. Jane Barker, part II, by several gentlemen of the universities, and others.
Author
Barker, Jane.
Publication
London :: Printed for Benjamin Crayle ...,
1688.
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English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700.
Songs, English -- Texts.
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Page 61

TO MY Young Lover.

INcautious Youth, why do'st thou so mis-place Thy fine Encomiums on an o'er-blown Face; Which after all the Varnish of thy Quill, Its Pristine wrinkles shew apparent still: Nor is it in the power of Youth to move An Age-chill'd heart to any strokes of Love. Then chuse some budding Beauty, which in time May crown thy Wishes in thy blooming prime: For nought can make a more preposterou show, Than April Flowers stuck on St. Michael's Bow. To consecrate thy first-born Sighs to me, A superannuated Deity; Makes that Idolatry and deadly Sin, Which otherwise had only Venial been.
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