Paradoxes, problemes, essayes, characters written by Dr. Donne, dean of Pauls ; to which is added a book of epigrams ; written in Latin by the same author ; translated into English by J. Maine D.D. ; as also, Ignatius his Conclave, a satyr, translated out of the originall copy written in Latin by the same author, found lately amongst his own papers.

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Paradoxes, problemes, essayes, characters written by Dr. Donne, dean of Pauls ; to which is added a book of epigrams ; written in Latin by the same author ; translated into English by J. Maine D.D. ; as also, Ignatius his Conclave, a satyr, translated out of the originall copy written in Latin by the same author, found lately amongst his own papers.
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Donne, John, 1572-1631.
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London :: Printed by T.N. for Humphrey Mosely ...
1652.
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"Paradoxes, problemes, essayes, characters written by Dr. Donne, dean of Pauls ; to which is added a book of epigrams ; written in Latin by the same author ; translated into English by J. Maine D.D. ; as also, Ignatius his Conclave, a satyr, translated out of the originall copy written in Latin by the same author, found lately amongst his own papers." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A36301.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 5, 2024.

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58. To his Fellow Sentinels.

ANd you, Comrades, with me this night endure; Let our cause make us bold, Courage secure. Lets with stout mindes our present dangers meet; And let our stations from their toyls grow sweet. Stations where souldiers are made brothers. Night•…•… In wine, and Revels spent make winged flights; A coy whore is with patience watcht for, yet No honor's gain'd; glory with dangers met Here doth attend us; toyls are paid with praise. Let's weave us Crowns, then, of immortal Bayes. To Heaven our souls, to Earth let's flesh assign, But in our mindes let loyal honor shine.
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