Sportive vvit the muses merriment, a new spring of lusty drollery, joviall fancies, and a la mode lamponnes, on some heroic persons of these late times, never before exposed to the publick view / collected for the publick good by a club of sparkling wits, viz. C.J., B.J., L.M., W.T., cum multis alsis----
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Sportive vvit the muses merriment, a new spring of lusty drollery, joviall fancies, and a la mode lamponnes, on some heroic persons of these late times, never before exposed to the publick view / collected for the publick good by a club of sparkling wits, viz. C.J., B.J., L.M., W.T., cum multis alsis----
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1656.
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"Sportive vvit the muses merriment, a new spring of lusty drollery, joviall fancies, and a la mode lamponnes, on some heroic persons of these late times, never before exposed to the publick view / collected for the publick good by a club of sparkling wits, viz. C.J., B.J., L.M., W.T., cum multis alsis----." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A54795.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 14, 2024.
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Theodora.
MY Theodora, Can those eyes,From which those glories shine,Give light to every soule that pryes,And onely be obscur'd to mine?Who willingly my heart resign,Enflam'd by you to be your sacrifice.
Let but one ray inrich my soule,And chase this gloomy shadeThat doth in clouds about me rowle,And in my breast a hell hath made,Where fire still burns still flames invade,And yet light's power & comfort doth controul.
Then out of gratitude Ile sendSome of my flames to thee.Thus lovingly our wits we'l blend,And both in Joyes shall wealthy be,Then Love, though blinde, shall learn to see,Since you can eyes to me and Cupid land.
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