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 12, 2024.
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7. To familiar acquaintance.
FArewel acquaintance! I'll acquaint you whereAre better to be got then you and I:I'll challenge you to dare to meet me there,And promise you rich fare and melody:Ambrosia, Nectar, and the Poet's catesAre husks, and gall, to that celestial fare:The Spheres harmonious musick jars and grates,To their Diviner Quavers warbled there:Where no associates we so base shall findAs Earth's most potent King or Emperour;True joy shall fill the body, soul, and mindWith contentation lasting evermore.
What poor society doth earth afford!Draw up my heart of steel, dear loadstone Lord.
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