Poems, viz. 1. A panegyrick to the king. 2. Songs and sonnets. 3. The blind lady, a comedy. 4. The fourth book of Virgil, 5. Statius his Achilleis, with annotations. 6. A panegyrick to Generall Monck. / By the Honorable Sr Robert Howard.

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Poems, viz. 1. A panegyrick to the king. 2. Songs and sonnets. 3. The blind lady, a comedy. 4. The fourth book of Virgil, 5. Statius his Achilleis, with annotations. 6. A panegyrick to Generall Monck. / By the Honorable Sr Robert Howard.
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Howard, Robert, Sir, 1626-1698.
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London, :: Printed for Henry Herringman, and are to be sold at his shop at the sign of the Anchor on the lower Walk of the New Exchange.,
1660.
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To AMARANTA. The Fate of Scorn.

IF you the world could Conquer one by one, You'd then want Trophies for your boundless mind; Like that ambitious 1 1.1 Prince, who wanted room, In the strait circuit of the world confin'd.
Then like the Tyrant 2 1.2 Nero you must fall; Such fate's as his due to such cruelty, Unpittied and unminded too of all, At once without a Friend or Enemy.
The Souldier that joyns Conquest to his name By Victories, when overcome with years, (As you must one day be) preserves his fame, Not by those wounds he gave, but those he bears.
So when your Charms in Age's furrows lie Lost, and forgotten, they had once so mov'd;

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One Wound amidst your heaps of Victory Would better tell, that you had been belov'd.
Then like a Tyrant ravish'd from his Throne, You'l wish, that you had gentlier us'd your own.

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