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.
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London :: Printed for Benjamin Crayle ...,
1688.
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English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700.
Songs, English -- Texts.
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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." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A30923.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 15, 2024.
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SONG. The Doubtfull Lover Resolv'd.
FAin wou'd I Love, but that I fear,I quickly shou'd the Willow wear:Fain wou'd I Marry, but Men say,When Love is try'd, he will away.Then tell me, Love, what I shall doe,To cure these Fears when e'er I Wooe.
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The Fair one, she's a mark to all;The Brown one each doth lovely call;The Black a Pearl in fair Mens Eyes,The rest will stoop to any prize.Then tell me, Love, what I shall doe,To cure these Fears when e'er I Woe.
Reply.
Go, Lover, know, it is not IThat wound with fear or jealousie;Nor do Men feel those smarts,Untill they have confin'd their Hearts.Then if you'll cure your Fears, you shallLove neither Fair, Black, Brown, but all.
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