Divine glimpses of a maiden muse being various meditations and epigrams on several subjects : with a probable cure of our present epidemical malady if the means be not too long neglected / by Chr. Clobery ...
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Divine glimpses of a maiden muse being various meditations and epigrams on several subjects : with a probable cure of our present epidemical malady if the means be not too long neglected / by Chr. Clobery ...
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Clobery, Chr. (Christopher)
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London :: Printed by James Cottrel,
1659.
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Religious poetry, English -- Early modern, 1500-1700.
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"Divine glimpses of a maiden muse being various meditations and epigrams on several subjects : with a probable cure of our present epidemical malady if the means be not too long neglected / by Chr. Clobery ..." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A33473.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 13, 2024.
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11. To Mother.
FArewel dear mold, where in my mortal clayFirst by th'eternal potter formed was!In pain that ba••'st me nine months night and day,And after grievous travel, gav'st me passInto this vale of tears! thy torments bindMe to a boundless love: yet wonder notIf I now leave thee, for a new I find,Who hath me born again since 'twas thy lot;A mother militant, who hath prepar'dA third triumphant for me, who doth dwellWhere never to approach a foe yet dar'd,Above the fear and spite of Earth and Hell.
Oh let me fly: and haste thee after me;For she to both of us will mother be.
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