A Poem on the history of Queen Hester ; An elegy on the death of the Lord Chief Justice Hales ; and other occasional poems

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A Poem on the history of Queen Hester ; An elegy on the death of the Lord Chief Justice Hales ; and other occasional poems
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London :: Printed for William Leech ...,
[1680?]
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Esther, -- Queen of Persia -- Poetry.
Hale, Matthew, -- Sir, -- 1609-1676 -- Poetry.
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"A Poem on the history of Queen Hester ; An elegy on the death of the Lord Chief Justice Hales ; and other occasional poems." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A55255.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 9, 2024.

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Page 10

To a Fair Lady unknown. On a Kiss of her Shoe in the Shoe-makers Hand.

MAdam, though your Rare Beauty be Magnetick, and so work on me: Yet dare I not aspire so high As to draw near your daunting Eye; Not favour'd with his happy Chance, Who may unto your feet advancer: I thus do with a lowly hears Pay Homage to your shadowy part. No Idol you are made by this, Were Romes but such, who would not Kiss? The Income there is most unkind, Both to be base, and to be blind: But here (methinks) as I do bow I grow more Man and Christian too. I Conquer the whole Host off Folly Encamped in my Melancholy. If in a distant view there be Such Pleasure so to touch to see; Thrice happy he who may ascend To your sweet Lips, to your fair hand.
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