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Jevvels of ingenuity, set in a coronet of poetry by the industry of T.J.
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Jordan, Thomas, 1612?-1685?
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friends that be Bound to each other in FidelitI You two are such may all that Love profess Expresse their hearts towards you to be no lesS Sincerity and Secresie comply To keep your firm and lasting AmitI The greatest strength division hath brought low Heaven wer 't not for Union would be sO Emperours Kings Princes all Powers that are Totter to pieces in a Civil WaR Envy doth then grow fat when she can tread Upon the Limbs of a divided heaD Vse but these Contemplations and you may Count your selves richer then all AffricA Excuse my rugged Counsel you are Men Know better guides to lead you then my PeN Nothing that may disturb your Peace appear Suspicion-like to put your thoughts in fear One bond contain ye and may false misprision Never have any power to work division Hearts like the Flint and Steel each other strike And Need Not Err But Each Doth Each Love Like They Love for Love that 's a true Lovers action Such as the Cause is such the Satisfaction A Panigerick Composed on the meritorious Name of the most accomplished Mr. GEORGE SLAUGHTER Greatness and goodness that but seldom do Enter into one man are both in you One single heart at one time doth inherit Rightfully to one great and one good spirit Graceful in all your actions you are what Every gallant man should imitate Slaughter and Mercy in one Man agree Love mixt with strength valour with curtesie And may you nere be thought a Ladies friend Unless you use them to a noble end Go forth and prosper may you alwayes be Happy in Love and in Hostilitie Truth guide your will Reality your thought Errors in Love and Loyalty are naught Return victorious and may nothing prove Repugnant to your Valour and your Love On Love HHe that endures the rack of Loves desire Doth fry in frost and he doth freeze in fire On Womens Love IN these extremities most Women move Rack where they hate and cloy men where they love On a little Gentleman and one Mr. Story that quarreld in the street THe little man by tother mans vain-glory It seems was roughly us'd so saies the Story But being a little heated and high blown In anger flyes on Story plucks him down And when they rise I know not how it fated One got the worst the Story was translated From white to red but ere the fight was ended It seemes a Gentleman that one befriended Came in and parted them The little blade Ther 's no man could desire or yet perswade But he would fight still till another came And with perswasions counsel'd'gninst the same 'T was in this manner friend you shall not fight With one that 's so unequal to your height Story is tall the tother made reply I 'de pluck him down were he three stories high On Ben Johnson and a Country man BEn Johnson in a Tavern once began Rudely to talk to a plain Country man And thus it was Thou dull laborious Moyle That I beleeve wert made for nought but toyle For every Acre of thy Land I have Twenty of wit Such Acres Sir are brave Replyed the Country man What great Mistakers Have we been of your wealth Mr. Wise Acres A POEM COMMENDATORY To the incomparable Pattern of inimitable Perfection Mrs. ELIANOR ENGLEFIELD Sister unto the justly honoured Sir Francis Englefield Baronet Madam YOur Merit at this minute raises My Pen to paint the Picture of your Praises And 't is most fit some good hand should hold forth Their virtues who are modest in their worth For he whose wary eys shal look upon Your features with examination May easily discern as many charms As theirs that are lock'd in great Princes Arms I do not say your Eys are Stars or that Your Lip and Cheek are to be wondred at Nor that your Alablaster Brow and Breast Out-shine the Snow out-scent the Phoenix nest But that in every part of you doth move Something for every one to fall in Love That man which would all female feature view Hath lost his eyes that finds it not in you Love leads you by the hand and your fair yonth Knows nothing but what 's relative to truth Imperial innocence in either eye Declares whole volumes of divinity Such looks as yours would make a Poet grow Fluent and chast but love in Folio Arts are your honourers the Wise do sip Sententious sweetnesse from your sacred Lip Beauty and Grace the onely perfect path Of Love and Honour your perfection hath Excuse my language Madam for your high Deservings are above all flattery Truth fills me with these praises you excel In merit more then I can write or tell Heaven inspire you may the crowned crue Of Cherubims for ever wait on you Faith fils your frame it shews where ere you pass Transparent as a Lilly clos'd in Glass Opinions not your rule what ere you see Is through the Opticks of pure Piety Wisdome with true Religion is your Law And kept like the Decrees in Persia Knowing no alteration May the bright Beams of eternal glory be your light Eternal joys dwell with you May you do Nothing but what your Maker prompts you to Noble intentions guide your thoughts and may No evill meet you till your Funeral day As you are blest with Beauty so may you Be faithfull where you find a Servant true Love is a Princely Passion if it be Accommodated with Fidelity Constancy Crowns all Union if that Virtue Knit a firm knot falshood can never hurt you Excuse these rude expressions what I do Madam your fair deserts invite me to An Elegy and Epitaph Sacred to the immortal memory of that deplored and unparallel'd Lady The Lady MARY ROPER Lately a Loyal Wife to the Right Honourable CHRISTOPHER Lord ROPER Baron of Tenham and Sister to the Worshipfull Sir FRANCIS ENGLEFIELD Baronet Who in her prime of Youth Beauty and Virtue Cancel'd the Bonds of her Creation by exchanging this Temporal Life for Eternal Felicity The Elegy TAke heed good Reader for unlesse thy eyes Are fitted to become a Sacrifice This is no Object for thy sight We have Emptied a Sea of Sorrow in one Grave She is deceas'd in whose bright Soul did move All that good men admire and Angels love To whose bright eyes more lustre did resort Then would illuminate a Princes Court Whose Beauty though in yon Celestial Sphere Cannot be sure much brighter then 't was here Fair as unshaded light or as the day In its first birth when all the year was May Sweet as the Altars smoak when as it flies In zeal from an accepted Sacrifice Fragrant as Beds of Roses or the blew Violet whose veins swel with the morning dew Kind as the willing Saints and chaster far Then in their Prayers forgiven Hermits are In brief she had whatever was call'd good That wore the interest of flesh and blood You 'd say had you this beauty look'd upon The Soul had then her best apparel on Reader I see thy Tears begin to fall Therefore this brevity shall shut up all For fear thou flow from hence in a Spring-tide To Heaven to be further satisfiâ—de Yet ere thou dri'st thy eyes prithee vouchsafe With reverend care to read her Epitaph The Epitaph HEre grows a Plant whose fertile root doth even Extend its branches to the height of Heaven So sweet a flower it bears for sight and touch That God's own Garden is compos'd of such Eden was beautifull but this bright Stem Reaches the Walls of new Ierusalem Chaplets of such sweet Flowers transplanted there Redeemed Saints and mighty Martyrs were Arch-Angels sing to see her second birth Yield such occasion to advance their mirth Farewell fair innocent may every Reader Onely desire to follow such a Leader Rest in thy joy whilest we with many a tear Do grieve cause thou art gone and we are here FINIS