A Collection of poems written upon several occasions by several persons with many additions, never before in print.
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A Collection of poems written upon several occasions by several persons with many additions, never before in print.
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London :: Printed for Tho. Collins and John Ford ... and Will. Cademan ...,
1673.
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English poetry -- 17th century.
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"A Collection of poems written upon several occasions by several persons with many additions, never before in print." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A33849.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 5, 2024.
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SONG.
GIve or foolish heart, and make hast to despair,For Daphne regards not thy vows nor thy prayerWhen I plead for thy passion, thy pains to prolong,She courts her Ghittar, and replies with a Song;No more shall true L••vers thy Beanty adore,Were the Gods so sever••▪ men would worship no more.
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No more will I wait like a Slave at thy dore,I'le spend the cold nights at thy window no more:My lungs in long sighs I no more will exhale,Since thy Pride is to make me grow sullen and pale;No more shall Amintas thy pity implore,Where the Gods so ingrate, men would worship no more.
No more shall thy Frowns or free humor perswade,To court the fair Idol my Fancy has made;When thy Saints so neglected, their follies give o'reThy Deity's lost, and thy Beauty's no more.No more, &c.
How weak are the Vows of a Lover in pain,VVhen flatter'd by hope, or oppress'd by disdain?No sooner my Daphne's bright Eyes I review,But all is forgot, and I vow all anew;
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No more cruel Nymph I will murmure no more,Did the Gods seem so fair, men would worship them more.
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