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

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Nympha libethris, or, The Cotswold muse presenting some extempore verses to the imitation of yong [sic] scholars : in four parts.
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Barksdale, Clement, 1609-1687.
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London :: Printed for F.A. ...,
1651.
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XVIII. To his Wife at last a Nurse.

AFter six nourc'd by others, youl'd ne'r rest Untill the seventh Child drew out your own Brest. The seventh some secret vertue has, they say: This then, I hope will prove a fortunat Boy. And as in this (your Brest being often sore) Your labours were; so will your Joyes be more. Children would all be more obedient sure, Knew they what pains their Mothers did endure. The Proverbs false: Once Nurse, sev'n year the worse: Best Nurse is Mother; and best Mother's Nurse.
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