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 136

A PINDARIQUE ODE ON Mr. COWLEY.

TO tune thy praise, what Muse shall I invoke, what Quire? None but thy Davideis, or thy David's Lyre: True Poet, and true Man, Say more than this who can; No, not an Angel's mighty Eloquence. These two, These only doe, Of all perfections make a Quintessence. Then, my dear Cowley, dye, For why shou'd foolish I, Or foolish Sympathy, Wish thee to live? since 'tis no more to live, no more to dye, Than to be here on Earth, and to be there about the Sky, Both to you shared equally.
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