Poems by several hands, and on several occasions collected by N. Tate.
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- Poems by several hands, and on several occasions collected by N. Tate.
- Publication
- London :: Printed for J. Hindmarsh ...,
- 1685.
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- English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700.
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"Poems by several hands, and on several occasions collected by N. Tate." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A63107.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 7, 2024.
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We soonest lose what we most highly prise,
And with our youth our short-liv'd beauty dyes;
In vain our Fields and Flocks increase our store,
If our abundance makes us wish for more;
How happy is the harmless Country Maid,
Who rich by Nature scorns superfluous aid!
Whose modest Cloaths no wanton eyes invite,
But like her Soul preserves the native white;
Whose little store her well-taught Mind does please,
Not pinch'd with want, nor cloy'd with wanton ease,
Whofree from Storms which on the great ones fall,
Makes but few Wishes, and enjoys them all;
No care but Love can discompose her breast,
Love of all cares the sweetest and the best;
Whil'st on sweet grass her bleating charge does lye,
Our happy Lover feeds upon her eye;
Not one on whom or Gods or Men impose,
But one whom Love has for this Lover chose,
Under some favourit Mirtels shady Boughs,
They speak their Passions in repeated Vows,
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And whilst a Blush confesses how she burns,
His faithful heart makes as sincere returns;
Thus in the Arms of Love and Peace they lye,
And whilst they Live, their flames can never dye.