The Annual miscellany, for the year 1694 being the fourth part of Miscellany poems : containing great variety of new translations and original copies / by the most eminent hands.

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The Annual miscellany, for the year 1694 being the fourth part of Miscellany poems : containing great variety of new translations and original copies / by the most eminent hands.
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London :: Printed by R.E. for Jacob Tonson ...,
1694.
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Classical poetry -- Translations into English.
English poetry -- Translations from classical literature.
English poetry -- 17th century.
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"The Annual miscellany, for the year 1694 being the fourth part of Miscellany poems : containing great variety of new translations and original copies / by the most eminent hands." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A36597.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 5, 2024.

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Advice to CUPID. IN A SONG.

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THo' I'm a Man in ev'ry Part, And much inclin'd to Change; Yet I must stop my wand'ring Heart, When it desires to Range.
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I must indeed my Caelia love, Altho' I have enjoy'd; And make that Bliss still pleasant prove, With which I have been cloy'd.

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I must that fair one Justice do, I must still constant be; For 'twere unkind to be untrue, Whilst she is true to me.
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Then, Cupid, I must teach you how To make me still her Slave; That Food to make me relish now, Which once a Surfeit gave.
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You must, to play this Game at first, Some Jealousy contrive; That she may vow I am the worst, And falsest Man alive.

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Let her in Anger persevere, Be Jealous as before; Till I begin to huff, and swear I'll never see her more.
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Then let her use a little Art, And lay aside her Frown; Let her some amorous Glances dart, To bring my Passion down.
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Thus whilst I am again on Fire, Make me renew my Pain: Make her consent to my desire, And me still hug my Chain.

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