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 May 23, 2024.

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SONG to LUCINDA.

LUcinda, since we have confess'd To each other, each others love, Why should our flames be still suppress'd, And not to Action move. Both kindled at the first kind Enterview, And both with equal care and vigour grew.

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Mine scorch'd and scorch'd, nor durst your passion say, You lov'd till forc'd they did themselves betray. Now let us study to improve Our Passions with that fire, That may not quickly waste our love, But still preserve desir. And silently enjoy at such a rate, That distance may our Fancies recreate; Dealing our Loves with that equalitie, As born together, so their Deaths may be. Lucinda shall but whisper'd be, Us'd as the Names of Saints; And call'd on as a Deity To satisfie Complaints. No other wishes dare attempt my breast, Now 'tis with bright Lucinda so possess'd. She fills my thoughts with glory, then I'le cry Lucinda loves; Lucinda! so do I.
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