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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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JEVVELS OF INGENVITY Set in a CORONET OF POETRY By the Industry of T. I. Cormina qui facimus mittamus Carmina tantum Nam Chorus ante alios aptus Amore sumus Ovid. de Art Amand lib. 1. LONDON Printed by I. M. To the most absolute Lover of Arts and Ingenuity The worthily honoured Matrhew Gilley Esq Most honoured Sir WHen you shall make a review of your own Merits and peruse with pausing Curiosity these Poetical imperfections my fears are that you will condemn my confidence but my hopes are as great that you wil commend my prudence from whence I extract this presumption that though all Critticks should comply to cry down my wit in Composing my Poems they shall applaud my judgment in the choiee of my Patron Sir Your own deservings declare you to be no less then a Palace of Honour if these Poems like a Vine or Woodbine may support themselves upon Your Edifice they may by this fortunate transplantation grow more fragrant and gratifie Your Indulgence Sir in one Word Your Candor hath compeld me to make these Poetical Adresses if any thing in them may either provoke Your praise or pardon I shall congratulate that happy means which through this martial mist of violence and ignorance hath safely conducted me to so splendid a Sphere of Love and Ingenuity and be alwaies studious to deserve what I have been ever ambitious to desire a seat in Your memory and liberty to subscribe Sir the humblest of all Your Servants and the devoutest of Your honourers T. I. An Acrostical Encomium Composed on the Noble Name and Heroick Nature of Sir FRANCIS ENGLEFIELD Baronet Fame in the noblest sence whose wandring wings Renown the Actions of Triumphant Kings All this year is at leisure to set forth No other Excellency but your worth Could I court every Muse and should I be Inspir'd with all Poetick Mystery Should I rich Jems from every Science pick Englefield's name would teach new Rhetorick Nothing can be said read or understood Great Sir but what your merits can make good Love is your constitution and you fit Every action to the rules of Wit Fidelity and Honour both comply In consort to compleat your gallantry Every favour in your Gifts or Letters Leaves the Receiver bound in Golden Fetters Don Johnson Fletcher and your name-sake Francis Beaumont in you might find new Theams for Fancies Arts are your Privy Councel He doth know Reason enough that hath but studied you One of your lowest single vertues wou'd Nobilitate a Clown and change his bloud Englefield's honour shall nere leave his name Till England and the World meet in one flame An Acrostick Consecrated to the renowned name of the most Youthfull Beautifull Virtuous and truly Honourable The Lady CECILIA ARUNDELL Daughter to the Right Honourable the Lord Arundell of Warder Could I contain all Languages and be A Prelate in the Art of Poetry Eminent Lady I should scarce inherit Rhetorick enough to write your meanest merit Cherubims tongues are fittest to relate Virtues like yours which none can imitate If I should call you beautiful and wise Noble chast merciful and say your Eyes Lend lustre to the day they 'd think I do Dissemble though all these come short of you If I should say but what your virtues be Every Truth would look like Flattery As men that round about the World have been Live mute and dare not tell what they have seen Lady you are a Jewel to be set In a true Heart the noblest Coronet MUSICK Anagram CUM KIS. Ther 's harmony in Love I know by this The Anagram of Musiok is CUM KIS. POEMS Three Marriage Songs The first at their going to the Temple I. Now our bright joy'gins to appear And the white Boy Cupid comes near Unto Iuno's Altar we run Where you know what 's to be done Bright Hymen in glory before them doth go In season with reason to make one of two II. May you never meet with those woes Which may sever your hands when they close May blisses fall from above And kisses keep you in love May all you can wish or good Heaven can give Present ye with Plenty so long as you live Second Song at Dinner I. Now the Board is filled with Plenty And the Wine runs round the room Eat and drink what Iove hath sent ye Joy like this doth seldome come II. Fill us off the sprightly Claret And let every one beside Drink it free and roundly share it To the Bridegroom and the Bride III. Now me thinks the roof is reeling And the very sky looks blew Every Virgin hath a feeling What the Bride must undergo Every Lady would be willing But to do as she must do The third Song at their preparation to Bed Welcome gentle night Thou bring'st all delight When thy sable Curtain spreads Upon the melting mirth of marriage Beds Here those joys are free Which no eye may see But the Bridegroom and the Bride Between the twilight and the morning-tide In Cupids Bushes They hide their Blushes This Battel breeds no scar Such sights as these Did sweetly please The Queen of Pleasure and the God of War When this is doing There ends the Wooing I will no further pry What more I know I dare not show Each Lover here can tell as well as I. On three Gentlemen that did accidentally meet in a Tavern all black men and every mans name John Crow Three birds by accident all met together That never met before Birds of a feather All of a Name too if you did but call Gently upon John Crow ye nam'd them all A Trinity of Crows a very riddle John Crow is sirst and last and in the middle John Crow doth wear six legs six hands three faces And at one time is in three several places Yet in the royal and more noble part They were but one videlicet one heart Such as did all rebellious birds detest And paid true homage to the Eagles nest These Crows do roost in Churches and could nere Eudure the Rooks that built at Westminster No City Ravens nor old country Dawes That flutterd and cry'd out the Cause the Cause But in a word to have the the truth exprest They are three birds that scorn to foul their nest Nor need they fear cold in the sharpest weather If every late pluckt bird own had his feather Orthography HOw can such men be innocent that spell Reason with T and write God with an L. An Acrostick on the Names of Mr. TIMOTHY STEEVENSON and Mr. FRANCIS JORDAN True hearts united under-neath one roof Excludes all ill and makes them mischief-prooF In union all sorts of Virtues are Love is the bond of Peace and strength of WaR Mars must use Love as well as Martial Law If ever England gain AmericA Order guide all your consultations then Zealous affection makes ye happy meN The World is false the Bonds of friendship crack And Amity her self is on the RaC How happy then are those few