Nympha libethris, or, The Cotswold muse presenting some extempore verses to the imitation of yong [sic] scholars : in four parts.

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Title: Nympha libethris, or, The Cotswold muse presenting some extempore verses to the imitation of yong [sic] scholars : in four parts.
Author: Barksdale, Clement, 1609-1687.
Publication: London :: Printed for F.A. ...,; 1651.
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III. To Dr. Warren, why he makes verses.

WHen I am weary of prose, and Grotius
H••s Gravity is to my stomach nauseous:
Then call I up my Cotswold Muse, to string
Her Instrument, and (though but hoarse) to sing.
She sits with me, since we familiar grew,
Wh••n•• ere I want such co••pany as you.
Often she brings my ••riends in, on her feet,
And renders their sweet Mem'ry yet more sweet.
I smile at her, if she do chance to hit
On a good expression, or some point of wit:
And if shee barbarise, like boyes at school,
I smile too, and then chide, Away you fool.