Melpomene: or, The muses delight: Being new poems and songs. Written by several of the great wits of our present age, as I.D. T.F. S.W. T.S. C.O. I.B. &c. Collected together, and now printed.
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Melpomene: or, The muses delight: Being new poems and songs. Written by several of the great wits of our present age, as I.D. T.F. S.W. T.S. C.O. I.B. &c. Collected together, and now printed.
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London :: printed for H. Rogers at the Bible in Westminster-Hall, against the Court of Common Pleas,
1678.
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English poetry
Songs, English
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"Melpomene: or, The muses delight: Being new poems and songs. Written by several of the great wits of our present age, as I.D. T.F. S.W. T.S. C.O. I.B. &c. Collected together, and now printed." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A77795.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 8, 2024.
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SONG.
I.
I Grant your Eyes are much more brightThan ever was unclouded light:And that love in your charming voyceAs much of Reason finds for choice.Yet if you hate when I adore,To do the like I find much more.
II.
A voyce would move all but a stone,Without kind love shall find me one:And Eyes the brightest ever shin'dOn me have pow'r, but as their kind:You must to throw down all defence,As much my Reason please as Sense.
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III.
I clearly know, say what you will,To read my heart you want the skill:And of this 'tis a pregnant signe,Since you see not these truths of mine;Which if you did, you would despairWithout your Love to form one there.
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