Parnassus biceps. Or Severall choice pieces of poetry, composed by the best wits that were in both the universities before their dissolution. With an epistle in the behalfe of those now doubly secluded and sequestred Members, by one who himselfe is none.
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Parnassus biceps. Or Severall choice pieces of poetry, composed by the best wits that were in both the universities before their dissolution. With an epistle in the behalfe of those now doubly secluded and sequestred Members, by one who himselfe is none.
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London: :: Printed for George Eversden at the signe of the Maidenhead in St. Pauls Church-yard.,
1656.
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Humorous poetry, English -- 17th century.
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"Parnassus biceps. Or Severall choice pieces of poetry, composed by the best wits that were in both the universities before their dissolution. With an epistle in the behalfe of those now doubly secluded and sequestred Members, by one who himselfe is none." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A96974.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 3, 2024.
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A Song.
WHen Orpheus swetly did complainUpon his Lute with heavy strainHow his Euridice was slain;The trees to hearObtain'd an eareAnd after left it off again.
At every stroke and every stayThe boughs kept time and nodding lay,And listned bending every way;The ashen treeAs well as well as heBegan to shake and learnt to play.
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If wood could speak, a tree might hear,If wood can sound our griefe so near,A tree might drop an amber tear:If wood so wellCould sound a knell,The Cypresse might condoal the bear.
The standing nobles of the grove,Hearing dead wood to speak and move,The fatall axe began to love;They envied deathThat gave such breath,As men alive doe Saints above.
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