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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A46801	Amorea, the lost lover, or, The idea of love and misfortune being poems, sonets, songs, odes, pastoral, elegies, lyrick poems, and epigrams, never before printed / written by Pathericke Jenkyn, Gent.	Jenkyn, Pathericke.	1661 (1661)	Wing J631; ESTC R10437	29,822	112

praise that Poem thou hast writ on Beautie Should I give my opini●n truly I Compare thy book unto a Lottery Her`es Gold enough presented to our Eies Draw where we will we cannot miss a prize W. C. TO AMOREA The DEDICATION TO the fairest and divine Next unto the Sacred Nine To the Queen of love and beauty I do offer up my duty To the sweetest disposition That e're Lover did petition To the best and happ'est fortune Ever man did yet importune To the Lady of all hearts That pretend to noble parts To the altar of her eyes I my self doe sacrifice To her ever winning glances Here I doe present my fancies And to her all commanding look I doe dedicate my book To the Muses MUses I do invoke you to inspire And grant to me your great and holy aid That in my fancies so it may be said I favour win favour'd by your Atire Yet how or what I shall insist upon Or on what subject I should first begin Against the Muses sure it is a sin For me to speak or think of Hellicon My barren Muse unfit to entertain Or to assume the name of Poetrie Although I have presum'd a libertie My tired mind from Prose a while to wean But if the Muses grant their influence And will my naked fancy but protect All I shall do is wholy to project A way to make them a large recompence And all the praise that comes if any be Is due unto them for inspiring me Liberty lost AS yet I had not known the rage and force Of Love and Passion when I took my course Unto the Grove where I was us'd to go And passe the time wish it had ne're been so And being come unto the place where I Was wont sometimes to walk sometimes to lie Upon the flow'ry banks of Violet And Primrose interwoven as if set To counterfeit th' Elizium Tapistry Who could have thought danger should be so nigh So sweet a place when forthwith I began To read a while the story was of Pan The God of Rural Sports where Shepherds fell In love with Shapherdesses and to tell How some one for his love renounc'd a Crown And spent his time with Sheep upon a Down At which I smil'd that man should be so vain As from a Prince to turn a Shepherd Swain But note what sudden chance befell and see I laught 't is true 't was a sad laugh to me For having scan'd the vanity of love I heard a fluttering noise come from above When presently there lighted on a tree A winged-boy the fight was strange to me And wondering at the sight he forthwith took From underneath his wings a Table-book And threw it at my feet saying young-man Look well on this and read no more of Pan And saying so he took in hand his bow And shot at me I since have felt the blow At which he vanish'd from my sight when I One●y in love with curiosity Unclasp'd the Book I took it to be so But 't was a Picture-case the which did show A face which I had never seen till then Which made me to admire it's grace but when I 'de view'd it o're and o're I took the case And threw it from me but the new-seen face Had made so deep impression that I said Crying aloud I am betray'd betray'd And rising from the place I went away Toward my habitation but stay And see my sudden change I that before Could boast of freedome presently I tore My Book in pieces and began to cry Love Tharldome Madam Passion Liberty And like a man distracted I began To curse the Winged-boy and call on Pan But as I call'd I heard a silent noise Within the Wood and after that a voice Which came unto my ear I heard it say What have I seen what have I heard to day And looking round about me I espi'd A sight I have repented by the side Of a small running Brook a Nimph to lie Discoursing to her self of destinie I heard her say wish I had never been Abroad to day or wish I 'd never seen The Grove nor Picture but since it is so I will forget it all and so I 'le go And as she spake that word I saw her face The very same the new-found Picture case Presented me when I cry'd out 't is she She fled and only said 'tis he 't is he A Poem Lyrick AMorea why so Fair Fairer then the clearest ayre Brade no more that Auborn hayre If in love you do not share Beauty doth beget dispare Amorea Why so wise Far above a mortalls prise Drown no more our gloomy eyes But accept the Sacrifice Of a lovers dying cries Amorea why so High Why so full of Majesty Ah shut up that killing eye Which by looking can deny Only minde the marriage tye Amorea why so Blest How so happy in thy rest Still denying to invest In thy chast but marble brest Any lovers interest Amorea cannot be Fair but in her puretie Nor wise but in her Sanctitie Nor high to any but to me Nor Blest but in Eternitie Peace pratling Muse. A Song PEace pratling Muse do not declare Her great perfection Now she doth not lend an eare To thy affection No alas her thoughts are seated Too too high to be repeated Come wandring fancy come away Thou art neglected Honour bids thee not to stay If disrespected Never do her parts admire That thy ruine doth desire End hopeless love for ever end She doth not hearken Her resolutions all do bend Thy hopes to darken Let her never more delight thee If but once She seems to slight thee Away you vain and fond delights away be gon I nere intend on Hymens Rites To think upon Pardon mee I cannot vow it For my dear will not allow it Love at a Stand. 1. SHould we but ourselves confine To one setled habitation Though the place were all divine We should long to change our station 2. So it was when first I loved I resolved not to sever But alas it hath so proved It was force and and not Indeavor 3. Should I say that I adore you You will hardly give me credit You will say if I implore you In his own words I have read it 4. That he is unstable hearken Love hath bred a deep confusion Your denyals often darken But not change my resolution To Amorea on his going to Sea 1. SEnd not a sigh to follow me behind That were unkind My totter'd Bark cannot eudure that wind The force of such a gale Will overset my saile 2. Drop not a bootless tear into the Sea That 's not the way Rather be still and unto Neptune pray For if you do but weep Your tears provoke the deep 3. Yet when I see too late the threatning storms Portending harms I then shall wish my self within thine armes Not only there to lie But only there to die His Inducement to Love 1. DOe not think it is your beauty That hath so engaged me

do it but to save your oath On a Puny Scholler A Puny Schollar that had got degree Would take a journey for his recreations Into the Countrey took the liberty To preach his Text was in the Lamentations The Fellow never from his Text did fall For the whole work was Lamentable all On Hunters HUnters are men of a strange constitution For most lo●e peace they bawling and confusion It is not possible Hunters can thrive That make themselves such pris'ners while they live For why the Hunters doth himself confine Unto a cursed Kennell all his time And in the end perchance Acteon's fate Falls on his head and eates up his Estate On Falconers FAl'kners for whooping hollowing whisling I Do think they 're born mad and so will die Yet I confess it is a Noble fight To see a Hawk to make a gallant flight Were 't not that in the end unhappily The Hawk and fortunes both away do fly On a Poet. SHould I forbear to write an Epigram Upon a Poet this or th' other man Might pick a quarrell asking what are you That write these Epigrams a Poet too Peace Buzzard peace for fear I do pronounce Another Epigram upon a Dunce The worst that Blockheads dare to speak of it Poets are poor in person rich in wit The Vnfortunate Lover I. I That Amorea loved I who in her love delighted I poor I am disapproved I and only I am slighted 2. I which in her love did glory I am he that once was blessed I can speak the saddest story I in Love have found expressed 3. I that thought the time was wasted I mispended from her presence I a sad farewell have tasted I alas have lost my Essence 4. I the Wretch whom Love hath smitten I by love was ne're befriended I that sometime Love have written I have done for Love is ended The Conclusion LIke to a Ship that now involv'd must be In th'Abiss of all profundity When a Charibdiss sends a cruell Billow To intimate his thundring neighbur Scilla To entertain the Wrack or like a man That just before his death sings with the Swan So it is now with me I Versefy And Carroll out my dying Tragedy 'T was Amorea it was only she The sole effect of my lov'd destinie 'T was she alone that could the sentence give And after judgement grant a sweet reprieve 'T was she at first that stole my liberty Making it captive which was born free 'T was she that did command me for to prove And write the best of passions which is Love 'T was she that set my senses all at strife 'T is she that can but will not save a life 'T is she my thoughts have put in a confusion 'T is she presented me with this conclusion ' Twa she that scorned such a love as mine is 'T is she hath gi`n my Love and Book a FINIS To his little Book GOe little Book let Amorea know What she doth owe Unto thy Authour and her dying Swain Shew her disdain No stay and take thy errand let her see 'T is cruell she Hath brought her servant to a deep dispair By being fair But goe and do not fear to tell her goe and show That lovely foe By disoblieging him and slighting thee Both are set free And if in reading thee that killing Saine Doth once relent Tell her it was her scornfull Tyrannie Hath set an end unto my love and thee On the Contents of his Book to the Readers I Need no Index to my Book for 't is So little that I 'me sure you cannot miss Yet 'cause 't is usual I will immitate The Major Poets do not be angry at My bold presumption if thou're such a one My Book shall have Contents tho' thou hast none THE CONTENTS TO the Muses Page 1 Liberty Lost. 2 A Poem Lyrick 4 Peace pratling Muse. A Song 5 Love at a stand 6 To Amorea on his going to Sea 7 His Inducement to Love 8 To Amorea from prison 9 The Author's danger and deliverance 10 Hopeless Affection A Song 14 Vnder his Mistress's Picture 15 On his Departing 16 A Fancy on Courting 17 On the Curtain of his Mistress's Picture 18 Writ on her Lute 19 To his Dream 20 Commanded to conceal his Love 21 The Phenix 22 Loves Elegie 23 On his Quondum Mistress 24 Hespelon and Amorea A Dialogue 25 On the Five Senses 27 Loves Liberty 29 A Dream 30 His complaint to the Groves 31 To his ingenious friend I.P. Esq on Limbning 32 A Fancy 33 A Contention between a Poet and a Limbner 34 A Pastoral Poem 36 To Amorea on his going to Travell 40 To Cloris imploring a revenge 42 In praise of Sack 43 Writ at Sea 43 A Song 44 On Loving of two 45 The Shadow 47 To Amorea walking in her Garden 48 To Mr. James Sherley on his Playes 50 On the perfection of Beauty 51 To his unconstant Mistress 52 An Elegie on the Death of the Princess Royal. 53 To Phyla 54 The difference between a Lute and a Vial. 55 The Change 56 To Amorea A Song 58 On the inequality of Marriage 59 Clariana's Dream 61 Love and Respect 62 The Author's Dream 63 To the Sun 70 On the Death of his Mistress 71 On His Sacred Majesties happy Restauration 72 To the most Honoured Sir James Smith Knight on his many favours received 74 To Celinda 75 On a Simple Gentleman which spake in dispraises of Poetrie 76 On my want of money ibid. On a Vintner 77 On a Lawyers Wife ibid. On a Taylor ibid. On a Poetaster 78 On Frenetta ibid. On a deboist Sch●llar 79 On a Coukold ibid. On a Double Marriage 80 On a Zealous Brother ibid. On a Lawyer 81 On a Shoemaker ibid. On Mistress Florella 82 On a Holy Sister ibid. On a puny Scholler 83 On Hunters ibid. On Falconers 84 On a Poet. ibid. The Vnfortunate Lover 85 The Conclusion 86 To his little Book 87 ERATA BEsides the errours in each leafe and line In every word and every Character The greatest errour I confess is mine In writing for in silence none can erre Who er`e the Reader be I him Implore That shall vouchsafe to Read this little book Pardon the errours I will ask no more Or pass them over with a candid look And if thou hast not so much Charitie I care not for the Errours nor for thee