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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Subject terms
English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700.
Songs, English -- Texts.
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Page 187

TO COSMELIA, ON HER Departure into the COUNTREY.

FArewell, fair Mistress of my chief dsires, Whose charming Beauties kindleth pleasing fires; Whilst I (sad Fate!) must here forlorn remain, Since you, fair Conqu'ress, do my Heart retain. To you, the Center of my Love, it flies, And ne'er can rest till it enjoys or dyes. Farewell dear Eyes, it will be tedious Night With me, as long as I do want your light. Farewell those ruby Lips which seem to me, Of Nature's Glory an Epitome. The Nectar and Ambrosia I shall want, That hang on them, and fast an irksome Lent. Farewell best Tongue, now Thee I shall not hear, I wou'd not care if all things silent were. Farewell all fair, Beauty I shall not view, Untill again I do behold 't in You.

Page 188

Farewell Physician of my love-sick Soul, Your sight alone can make your Patient whole.
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