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 the unconstant CYNTHIA. A SONG.
TEll me once, Dear, how it does proveThat I so much forsworn could be?I never swore always to love,I onely vow'd still to love thee:And art thou now what thou wert then,Unsworn unto by other men?
In thy fair Breast, and once-fair Soul,I thought my Vows were writ alone;But others Oaths so blurr'd the Scrole,That I no more could read my own.And am I still oblig'd to pay,When you had thrown the Bond away?
Nor must we onely part in Joy,Our tears as well must be unkind:VVeep you, that could such truth destroy;And I, that could such falseness find.
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Thus we must unconcern'd remainIn our divided Joys and Pain.
Yet we may love, but on this diff'rent score,You what I am, I what you were before.
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