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woman_n	brother_n	mother_n	sister_n	2,328	5	9.5317	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A63029	Poems on several occasions being the result of idle hours, to please the desire of some friends / written by J.T. Esq.	J. T., Esq.	1700 (1700)	Wing T19A; ESTC R23473	27,576	114

clear Intellectual Mind In Virtue having out-run his ancient Race In Heaven he hath got an everlasting Place On W. S. of M. Esq HAD I the Poets Rapture or their Rage I 'de sing the Praises of venerable Age. Where Reason Justice Piety did dwell Whose End and Aim was always to do well Who being guided by Divine fore-sight He did always lead his own Life aright Free from Error or Romish Superstition He erected in himself an Inquisition And Temperance was his chief Physician Blind Cant and Phanaticism he did hate And was a chief Pillor in Church and State Publick Imploys he had a great many And did discharge them all as well as any Judge he was of the whole Admiralty Likewise Vice-Warden of the Stannery Deputy-Lieutenant and Colonel Both which he discharged exceeding well He was true Conservator of the Peace From Business and Duty he never did cease His Religion was true and Authentick And as ancient as the Atlantick And his Family was great and Antique His Praises to write what Pen is able Whose great Virtues were unimitable And all his whole Life most admirable But now having bidden his Friends good night God hath given him everlasting Light On the B. of E. HAIL all renowned and blest Patriot Who addest lustre to them thee begot Whose Charity extends o'er the large Globe And giveth glory to the Lords bright Robe Whose Virtues like thy capatious mind Are free and liberal unconfin'd Which have preferved thee when in Tower Gainst Arbitrary and lawless Power Thy Fame then the Cannons much louder roars It reacheth from Native to Foreign Shoars It cannot be heghtned by slight Poetry Nor by the Title of Lord Trelawny Which hath already reach'd the Sky Where thy great love and friendship doth extend Like our greatest and universal Friend Who will Crown the Mitre at this Worlds end On Sir R. S. FRiendships darling loves delight Virtues choice Of all thou hast the universal Voice Others friendships are to their Friends confin'd Thine's capatious as thy boundless Mind And is extended to all humane kind All the four great Virtues Cardinal In thy inlarged Soul are Centrical Thy Character most truly to compleat Thou' rt the extract of all that 's Good and Great On the E. of R. SAddle bold Pegasus and all his Race My Muse may find out Honours resting Place And now she hath fetch'd her full career And hath now travailed both far and near She'th found it at home in a peerless Peer Honour Love Friendship Affability With the true extract of Gentility Whose Vertues are far more honourable Than Or or Argent Vert. Gules or Sable I 'm sure my Muse delights not in Fable Whose Religion in reality Which will sure when he leaves Mortality Cause him in Heaven above for to dwell My tardy Muse endeavours to bode well My resty Pegasus begins to bound And faine would cast my Muse on Cornish ground And having thrown of both bridle and dock Would very willingly lye nigh the Rock On N. B. DULL slumbring Muse awake thy self upraise And sing the pleasures of thy youthful Days When at Oxford where the blest Muses ring Whence Knowledge and all Sciences do spring Where my lovely Dame and I have spent Many happy Hours to our sweet content Where we were both destined from our Birth To taste the Fruits of Paradise on Earth Innocently we did enjoy our Love Like little Children or the gall-less Dove Never were I between thy pretty Leggs Where lyes conceal'd sweet Muskadine and Eggs And where would stoop the greatest Beglerbegs Your House in Castreet History did adorn We have often perused with Mrs. Horn. Then in a Boat strewed with green Rushes We have gone to hear the warbling Thrushes Who were out done by thy melodious strains Who charmest the Academick and the Swains And all whose blood 's not child in their old Veins 'T was at the pretty pleasures of a Wake That first I did of th' happyness pertake And was more lucky than Sir Francis Drake When he new Worlds to us did discover I was so very fortunate a Lover My genious over thee will hover Till we shoot the Gulph to Heaven or Hell I never shall forget kind Madam Nell And bless my Stars and Exeter Colledge That gave me of thee the happy Knowledge On Madam B. welcome into the Country THe brave Cornish Muses Deserve no excuses For not bidding you welcome hither For inspired from above With Poetry and Love They should do it all together For your Mind so serene Like to the Queen of Spain Is free from all turbulent Passion With Verse a whole Fleet They ought you to greet Even as I do in some Fashion Your Religion is plain And runs in the old Vein And is not at all Superstitious Your Life is most devout Like to a Martyr stout And is not at all Fictitious Your Example will teach What in vain others Preach To perswade us to abstain from Sin So without any loss You 'l refine our thick Dross And give us your fined Gold for our Tin Could my slow Muse fly And Soar to the Sky And see the beautiful Nymphs of Fame Astrea nor Celia Nor lovely Cosmelia Have not so Celestial a Name As Eliza Second best Amongst the wondrous rest Of fair and conquering Woman kind That Man that doth not see Divinity through thee Is not only dark but blind May we still you enjoy Without e're being coy Till you part from Sister and Brother And for better for worse Without any remorse You follow the steps of your Mother You 're Welcome to our Parts With all our whole Hearts And may nothing our Friendship sever Till in Heaven above With blest Peace and true Love We all meet where we shall part never On the Dasie quasi Days Eye It opens and shuts with the Sun ALtho' we lye open all the long Day And in the pleasant Sun-shine bask and play The darksome Night will come in which we must Close our pale Heads and turn to Earth and Dust On a Dasie THE Dasie the bright Queen of all the Feilds Which so much Pleasure and contentment yieds When that she doth every where bespread Her Eye pleasing beauteous Coverled Upon the which each loving longing Swain Of Cloris and Phillis doth still complain Unkind and fickle Souls who always prove Deaf to the Men that do them mostly love But to the Men sond and lovingly blind That unto them are most severe unkind Like Men in Feavers that do burn and rave And what doth injure them do mostly crave Upon such beauteous and flowry Banks There are play'd many gay youthful pranks Where some Lovers prove more tender hearted Who from their Swains are not soon parted Untill in the height of Loves fiercest rage They do get of themselves the true Image Which doth survive them in th' next Age. Then falling into sleep they forget quite The approaches of the following Night But in folded Arms together do lye Being o're