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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A44448	Milton's Paradise lost imitated in rhyme, in the fourth, sixth and ninth books containing The primitive loves, The battel of the angels, The fall of man / by Mr. John Hopkins.	Hopkins, John, fl. 1700.; Milton, John, 1608-1674. Paradise lost.	1699 (1699)	Wing H2747; ESTC R20726	16,652	74

MILTON's Paradise Lost Imitated in Rhyme In the Fourth Sixth and Ninth Books CONTAINING The Primitive LOVES The BATTEL of the Angels The FALL of MAN By Mr. Iohn Hopkins In Magnis vel voluisse Sat est LONDON Printed for Ralph Smith at the Bible under the Royal Exchange in Cornhill 1699. TO THE Truly Honourable LORD CUTTS THE reall Lover burning for the Fair Rather than offer up a Fawning Pray'r Owns his Demerits owns his Just despair Crowns her with parting Praises all her due Blushing she Hears them but Believes them true The Poet so should to his Patron move And sue to Honour as he sues to Love No constant Youth a Second charm can Boast They feel not Fierce desires who Court the most Should I lose thee then every Patron 's lost No more to Greatness would the Poet sue Honour 's indeed A Name if such in You. All but my constant humble Faith is gone Yet my sole Claim is I pretend to none Beneath your Gen'rous smiles assur'd I grow Who makes me Happy will confirm me so Well may he own his Fortunes once deprest Who finds his late past Ills can make him Blest Let others Quarrell with exalted State T is mine to Praise who know thee more than great O what return can you my Lord receive Or what can Poets to their Patrons give What what shall I who thro' your Favour live The Muses off'rings to your Fame I owe That taught me Verse and to Despise it too No guift no recompence can Fancy make You only give whence you can never take Others are pleas'd with Gain you pleas'd Bestow Generous alone because you Will be so All I can be to you my Lord is due Ev'n my best Hopes have been Deriv'd from you If e're to active Good I bend my Pow'rs Mine is the Profit but the Glory yours THE PREFACE IT has been the Misfortune of one of my Name to affront the Sacred Prose of David with Intollerable Rhyme and 'T is mine I fear to have abus'd allmost as Sacred Verse I have only this Excuse when I did it I did not so well Percieve the Majesty and Noble air of Mr. Milton's Style as now I do and were it not allready done I must confess I never should attempt it but if others have the same Opinion of this great Author as I have he will not Suffer by me but rather be the more Admir'd To say I had nothing else to do when I undertook this will be no excuse for Idleness can no more excuse a man for doing Ill than Triviall bussiness can for not doing Good And to own I envy'd Mr. Milton in his Paradise would make me look like Satan in the Eyes of the World who thought it worse than Hell to see those Seats of Happiness which the First pair enjoyd yet I am so Conscious of my Transgression now I allmost doubt I did However this Great Father of the Poetick race of Men I am assur'd can't fall by me Tho' every Charming Fair should Play the Eve and Praise the Fruit. His work like the Tree of Knowledge is Forbidden to the Ladies to those I mean who would Tast the Apples but care not for Climbing to the Bough and I have heard some say Mr. Milton in Rhyme would be a Fine thing well if they say so that must Satisfy all my present Expectation and for ought I know Hercules look'd well enough in Petticoats If it will Oblidge them I should be apt to throw off the Lyon's Skin and put the soft Apparell on the Whole Yet when 't is done I must needs own I would rather Look on Mr. Milton Plain if I may say so than in the Gawdy dress my Effeminate Fancy gave him The flaming Sword drove our first Parents out of Paradise but Mr. Milton's Pen has again restor'd it strange restitution He gives it only telling how we Lost it Tho' I have but Play'd with him it has Cost me Pains he is too Strong for Dallyance and I took weak to Close with him have only Touch'd him at a distance but in the Wide conflict the Serpent he so well describes has slipt me and I have been deceiv'd in his Speech as well as Eve he who could Break the Fetters in Hell asign'd him disdain'd the Chains of Rhyme however if I attempt any further on Mr. Milton I shall sit Closer to him but if I meet censure for what I have allready done I have no Paradise of Fame to fall from and at worst can but be said to Slip at that Precipice where all Mankind has Fallen Now I would beg the Reader 's Pardon for a Digression but I think Nothing that is Necessary can be such I am Generally reported the Author of a Book written in prejudice of Mr. Congreve I shall say but little in my own Vindication and the odd reason I give for it is because I am greatly Wrong'd Excuse is infinite as Knowledge they who Favour me with their acquantance and know all I Write and allmost all I Think give me Assurance they Believe I would no more be Authour of any thing Scandalous of Mr. Congreve than those he Favours with his can Believe he would Deserve it In short I declare I am not and if that be not Satisfaction to others I must Submitting to their Censures be as Satisfy'd as I can my Self Advertisements THE Triumphs of Peace or Glories of Nassaw a Pindarick Poem 2 The Victory of Death or the fall of Beauty a Visionary Pindarick Poem Occasioned by the Death of the Lady Cutts both by Mr. Iohn Hopkins 3 Contemplations on the State of man in this Life and in that which is to come by Bp. Ieremy Taylor All Sold by R. Smith at the Bible under the Piazza of the Royall Exchange in Cornhill The Primitive LOVES BEING AN IMITATION Of the 4 th BOOK of MILTONS Paradise LOST The Primitive LOVES Being an Imitation of the 4 th Book of MILTON'S Paradise LOST DESIGNING Satan now in Eden Sees Tall Spreading Groves and Ranks of Lofty Trees Around the walls of Praradise they Grew And Seem'd delightfull at a distant view But all within more Goodly plants appear Blossoms and Fruits at once their Branches bear And leafs with Blooming Colours all the Year Or'e the high walls with a Disdainful bound The Tempter leaps on the yet Happy ground Thence to the Tree of Life he boldly Flew Plac'd in the Midst the Tallest there that grew Where Proudly Seated he surveys the Fields And all the Pleasures which the prospect Yields To him God's Garden no delight can give He thought it Hell in Paradise to Live With Scornfull eyes He did from thence behold The branches Bending with their growing Gold Beneath him far he View'd the fragrant Bow'rs Fair odor'ous Plants and various Smilling flow'rs He saw the banks Wash'd by the Chrystall streams And silent Rivers Silver'd or'e with Beams He saw the Meads the Vales and charming Groves Saw Eve and Adam and Observ'd their Loves For