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 Same.
YOu are not, Cynthia, better pleas'd than I,That you first led the wayThrough this dark night of blind Inconstancy,And first found break of Day.To freedom now we'l sacrifice dreams past.'Twas my good fate to cry Good-morrow last.
Perhaps so soon I could not dis-engage,Having a greater score.Some Birds will longer hover round the Cage,Though 'twas their Jayl before.Yet sure I meant not long to sit aboutThe ashes, when the fire was quite burnt out.
Since now my Jaylor has my Chains unty'd,I'le hold my hand no moreUp at Love's Bar; he is condemn'd untride,That has been burnt before.Now that heart-sickness which she gave, protects;'Tis seldom that the same plague twice infects.
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Breasts that have known Love's cruell slavery,Are better fortifi'dBy that experience than they ere can be,By reason or by pride.Then blush not that you quench'd this am'rous flame,But blush with me, if we two love again.
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