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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A62661	Lycidus, or, The lover in fashion being an account from Lycidus to Lysander, of his voyage from the Island of Love : from the French / by the same author of The voyage to the Isle of Love ; together with a miscellany of new poems, by several hands.; Voyage de l'Isle d'amour. English	Tallemant, Paul, 1642-1712.; Behn, Aphra, 1640-1689.	1688 (1688)	Wing T129; ESTC R10984	74,345	260

Mrs B. from a Lady who had a desire to see her and who complains on the ingratitude of her fugitive Lover KInd are my Stars indeed but that so late And I stranger to a gentle fate If such a one I meet and chance to know I have not proper words to call it so Wondering at happiness surpris'd as far As a rough General always train'd to War Snatch'd from the midst of cruel fierce alarms Into a thousand unexpected charms A joy like this how shall I entertain With a heart wounded and a soul in pain In my laborious enterprises crost My life near Finis and the Day quite lost Cleone had a Swain and lov'd the youth Not for his Beauty but his seeming truth Not for a goodly herd or high descent Ah that no God my ruin would prevent What thô the Swain had neither Sheep nor land I scorn'd the goods of fortunes partial hand So generous was my passion for the slave Because I equally suppos'd him brave Oh! give me leave to sigh one sad adieu Then wholly dedicate myself to you I have no business here but to complain Of all the treasons of an ingrate Swain Since my inhumane perjur'd Shepherd ' s gone Night four seven times has put her mantle on And three seven times Aurora has appear'd Since last I from the cruel Strephon heard Whither he lives is dead or on what shore Patience ye Gods ala I know no more Then why my Stars do my destruction press Send me your pity bounteous Shepherdess That I the face of grief no more may know If I deserve it that cou'd Love so low Consult not that but charity and give One tender pittying sigh that I may live That I may thus make my complaint to you Kind are my Stars indeed at last 't is true Let not my rude and untam'd griefs destroy The early glimmerings of an infant joy And add not your neglect for if you doe Cleone finds her desolation too Know this it yet remains in your fair breast To render me the happy or unblest You may act miracles if you 'l be kind Make me true joys in real sorrows find And bless the hour I hither did pursue A faithless Swain and found access to you Accept the heart I here to you present By the ingratitude of Strephon rent Till then gay noble full of brave disdain And unless yours prevent shall be again As once it was if in your generous brest It may be Pensioner at my request No more to Treasons subject as before To be betray'd by a fair tale no more As large as once as uncontroul'd and free But yet at your command shall always be To the fair Clarinda who made Love to me imagin'd more than Woman By Mrs. B. FAir lovely Maid or if that Title be Too weak too Feminine for Nobler thee Permit a Name that more Approaches Truth And let me call thee Lovely Charming Youth This last will justifie my soft complaint While that may serve to lessen my constraint And without Blushes I the Youth persue When so much beauteous Woman is in view Against thy Charms we struggle but in vain With thy deluding Form thou giv'st us pain While the bright Nymph betrays us to the Swain In pity to our Sex sure thou wer 't sent That we might Love and yet be Innocent For sure no Crime with thee we can commit Or if we shou'd thy Form excuses it For who that gathers fairest Flowers believes A Snake lies hid beneath the Fragrant Leaves Thou beauteous Wonder of a different kind Soft Cloris with the dear Alexis join'd When e'r the Manly part of thee wou'd plead Thou tempts us with the Image of the Maid While we the noblest Passions do extend The Love to Hermes Aphrodite the Friend FINIS The Table TO a fair Lady sent with a Miscellany of Poems P. 1 To Urania in Mourning 2 SONG 3 On Beauty A Pindarick 4 SONG 10 SONG Ibid. To the Heroick Antonia 11 To Laurinda 13 On a Lady singing 15 To Mr. W. 16 Armida Or the fair Gill. 17 Predictions for Saturday next 21 To Astrea on her sending me a Bottle of Orange Flower Water 22 To Cloris going into the Country 23 SONG 24 To a Lady whom he never saw nor had any description of to prove he loves her By a Person of Quality 24 Song by the same hand 26 Sleeping on her fair hand 28 To Gloriana on saying I had a tough heart Ibid. Sent with Ovid's Epistles to a fair Lady 29 Sent with a Basket of Fruit. 30 Love cannot be indifferent 31 To Astrea On her absence during which I could not write 32 To the most accomplisht Heroick and incomparable the Lady Antonia 33 Sent with Cowley's Works to Astrea 35 To my Heart 36 Dialogue Thirsis and Clarona 39 SONG 40 Strephon to his three Mistresses 42 To the Fam'd Antonia On her Duelling 44 SONG 47 On an ungreateful and undeserving Mistress whom he could not help loving 49 On the Death of Melantha 55 To the Nightingal coming in the spring 60 A Pastoral on the Marriage of the Right Honourable the Earl of Ossory to the Lady Mary Somerset By Edw. Arwaker M. A. 71 A SONG 80 A Pastoral on the Death of His late Majesty writtet by M. Otway 81 SONG 82 Strephons complaint banisht from Sacarisa 84 An Elegie written by Mr. W. O. 85 A Pindarick to Mrs. Behn on her Poem on the Coronation written by a Lady 89 To Mr. Wolseley on his Preface to Valentinan By a Lady of Quality 95 Mr. Wolseley's Answer to the foregoing Copy 96 To the Honourable Sir Francis Fane on his Play called the Sacrifice by Mrs. A. B. 102 Cato's Answer to Labienus when he advis'd him to consult the Oracle of Jupiter Ammon 106 To his Grace the Duke of Ormond upon his leaving the Government of Ireland 109 SONG 111 To Damon 112 Song of Basset by Sir George Etherege 118 To the Lord Bishop of Rochester on his History of the Plot. 120 Vpon the arrival of his Excellency the Earl of Clarendon in Ireland by a M. of A. 122 A Poem against Fruition by Alexis 127 To Alexis in Answer to his Poem against Fruition 129 To Alexis on his saying I lov'd a man that talkt much by Mrs. B. 132 A Pastoral on the Marriage of the Right Honourable the Earl of Dorset and Middlesex to the Lady Mary Compton by Mrs. Behn 134 On desire A Pindarick by Mrs. B. 145 Song By a Person of Quality 152 Song By a Person of Quality 153 Song By the same hand 154 A Pastoral Song on the late King. 157 The departure by Damon Novemb. 78. 159 To Amintas upon reading the lives of some of the Romans by Mrs. B. 161 On the first discovery of falseness in Aminta by Mrs. B. 164 SONG 167 On a Blow spot made in a Ladys neck by Gun-powder by a Person of Quality 168 On Dido 169 SONG Ibid. The Choice 170 A Letter to Astrea 171 To Mrs. B. from a Lady who had a desire to see her 172 To the fair Clarinda who made Love to me imagin'd more than Woman By Mrs. B. 175 FINIS Killkeny School France Monts The Western War. Duke of Beaufort Duke of Ormond The Earl of Rochester her Vncle

Shepherds Strains That Pipes and Sings upon the Plains Inform me where the youth remains The spightful Paper bare no name Nor can I guess from whom it came Or if at least a guess I found 'T was not t' instruct but to confound SONG of Basset by Sir George Ethrege LEt Equipage and Dress despair Since Basset is come in For nothing can oblige the fair Like Money and Morine Is any Countess in distress she flys not to the Beau 'T is only cony can redress Her grief with a Rouleau By this bewitching Game betray'd Poor Love is bought and sold. And that which shou'd be a free Trade Is now ingross'd by Gold. Even sense is brought into disgrace Where company is met Or silent stands or leaves the place While all the talk 's Basset Why Ladys will you stake your hearts Where a Plain cheat is found You first are rookt out of those Darts That gave your selves the wound The time which shou'd be kindly lent To plays and witty men In waiting for a knave is spent Or wishing for a ten Stand in defence of your own charms Throw down this Favorite That threatens with his dazling Arms Your Beauty and your Wit. What pity t is those conquering Eyes Which all the World subdue Shou'd while the Lover gazing dyes Be only on Alpue To the Lord Bishop of Rochester on His History of the Plot written by His late Majesties command And an Apologie for these Verses call'd the Advice to a Painter by the same Author My Lord WIth humble hope your goodness will excuse The hasty zeal of an aspiring Muse I with unequal pace your steps persue And thought I trod securely following you Repenting now like Phaeton too late I feebly sink beneath the Glorious weight And own the work for all but you too great The hand that rivall'd Heaven took thence its fire Er'e he the sensless Machin cou'd inspire And the rash Author wou'd attempt in vain Unless he borrow'd your diviner Pen To imitate or praise with equal flight What only Charles cou'd Dictate only you cou'd Write If trouble past by repetition please Thô meaner tongues the grateful tale reherse What mighty Raptures must these Ills create Which bravely as he conquer'd you relate Our joys without our sufferings had been less And for the remedy the wound we bless So did not Catilines defeated rage Your much-lov'd Tullies daring Pen engage His Rome wou'd want one Glory of his tongue The World a Master-peece and Fame a Song Upon the Arrival of his Excellency Henry Earle of Clarendon And his entring upon the Government of Ireland Ian 1685 6. by a M. of A. Mart Ep Phosphore redde diem quid Gaudia noster moraris Caesare venturo Phosphore redde Diem WHen Glorious Ormond as belov'd as Great His gentle course of Government being run With the Day 's ruler in the Ocean set And layd the burden of his Empire down Like Northern Mariners our longing Eyes A thousand times towards the East were sent Expecting still the same bright Sun wou'd rise And bring us back the joys that with him went. Meane while the wisht-for blessing to ensure Our earthly God design'd for us below His absence that we better might endure Two shining Planets did on us bestow Stars to benighted Travellers still dear Benign and Joyful as the God of Light Who whensoer'e together they appear Quickly remove all terrors of the Night Ever Immortal Castor first did shine The Churches Angel and the kingdoms Eye With whom our Jove did noble Pollux joyn To share in Castor's Immortality The Radiant pair both now and hereto fore Have made us safe with their united Beam. We fear'd no Rocks nor heard we Tempests roar Enlighten'd once and influenc'd by them Perhaps some noysy bug-bears of the Night Or stalking shade which dares not see the Day May howl and menace and the feeble fright And huff the timorous because they may Such empty Mormo's possibly might scare The unexperienc'd Mariners awhile But these bright Stars such happy omens are As make the knowing at their threatnings smile For now the shining Twins about to set Point out to us another rising Sun Which will the fantôms of the Night defeat And make grim Specters from his presence run Not the Illustrious Ormond whose bright ray So long had cheer'd us we desir'd it still But a new Sun will walk in Ormonds way And all that Princes brave desire fulfil Sprung from a Loyal Sire Renoun'd and wise Akin to Princes and to Crowns allied Whom Great men Honor and whom Good men prise How happy are we in so blest a guide Hail Glorious light long lookt for Sun all Hail Welcome as Day to Winter Passengers Whose warm and powerful influence will not fail To raise our Spirits and repress our fears He with wise conduct and resistless Art Will charm our foes and all our doubts will clear Fresh vigor and new courage will impart A frighted Church and fainting Kingdom cheer Then Ireland once more lift thy drooping head And read thy safety in thy Rulers face His Power which cou'd ev'n raise thee from the Dead Will soon restore thee to thy former grace From forth an Orbe of able Statesmen chose By our discerning Monarch wise and just He 's judg'd most fit thy troubles to compose And to make good thy Princes mighty trust Our Churches firm support and friend he 'l prove The Laws Instructor Learnings Patron too The good will cherish and the Loyal love All this and more than this he 'l be and do Arise then Gracious clarcndon and sway That People who have long'd for your Arrive Who love your Person and with joy obey Even while the God-like Ormond is alive The Sun and you do now together get And give new life new influence to men May you unlike to him or never set Or like him ever rise to us agen A Poem against fruition written on the reading in Mountains Essay By Alexis AH wretched Man whom neither fate can please Nor Heavens indulgent to his wish can bless Desire torments him or fruition cloys Fruition which shou'd make his bliss destroys Far from our Eyes th' inchanting objects set Advantage by the friendly distance get Fruition shews the cheat and views 'em near Then all their borrow'd splendours plain appear And we what with much care we gain and skill An empty nothing find or real ill Thus disappointed our mistaken thought Not finding satisfaction which it sought Renews its search and with much toyl and pain Most wisely strives to be deceiv'd again Hurried by our fantastick wild desire We loath the present absent things admire Those we adore and fair Idea's frame And those enjoy'd we think wou'd quench the flame In vain the Ambitious feaver still returns And with redoubled fire more fiercely burns Our boundless vast desires can know no rest But travel forward still and labour to be blest Philosophers and Poets strove in vain The restless anxious Progress to restrain And to