Athenian sport: or two thousand paradoxes; with improvements from Boyle, Lock, Norris and other illustrious wits [T93435]
- DMI number:
- 159
- Publication Date:
- 1707
- Volume Number:
- 1 of 1
- ESTC number:
- T93435
- EEBO/ECCO link:
- CW124566212
- Shelfmark:
- BOD Hope 8* 53
- Epigraph:
- n/a
- Place of Publication:
- London
- Format:
- Octavo
- Price:
- n/a
- Comments:
- FULL TITLE: [g]Athenian Sport:[/g] | OR, | [i]Two Thousand Paradoxes[/i] | MERRILY ARGUED, | To Amuse and Divert the Age: | AS | [two columns] [column one] A Paradox in praise of a Paradox. | Corporeal Affections remain af-| ter Separation. | The Eye beholds as much when | it looks on a Shilling, as when | it speculates the whole Heaven. | Inconstancy is a most commen- | dable Virtue. | Every Man is corporally born | twice. | No Man sees but he that is | stark blind. | The Restor'd Maidenhead, or a | marry'd Woman may be | twice a Virgin. | [i]Athenian[/i], or Intellectual, Sport | is the Recreation of Pre-exis-| tent Spirits. | 'Tis the Pleasantest Life to be | always in Danger. [/column one] | [column two] The same numerical Voice of a | Preacher is not heard by any | two of his Auditors. | What we call Life, is Natural | Death. | Content is the greatest Misery. | He is the Happiest Man who has | neither Mony nor Friend. | Fruition's nothing, or a Paradox | proving there's no Pleasure | in Copulation. | To imprison a Debtor is to set | him at Liberty. | [i]Green[/i] come from the Dead, or no | Man lives but he that is Hang'd. | The Virgin-Paradox, or a Young | Lady may Love and Hate the | same Person at the same Time. | The Loving Shrew, or the Kind-| est Women are the most Cruel. [/column two] | And so on, to the Defence of 2000 [i]Paradoxes[/i] (or Pleasant | [i]Theses[/i]) which seem Strange, and Contrary to the | Common Opinion. | With Improvements from the Honourable Mr. [i]Boyle, Lock, Norris, | Collier, Cowley, Dryden, Garth, Addison,[/i] and other Illustrious Wits. | [rule] | [i]By a Member of the[/i] Athenian Society. [rule] [i]LONDON, Printed for [i]B. Bragg[/i] in [i]Pater-noster-Row[/i]. 1707. PAGINATION: [2], v-xxxii, 1-544 pp. (341 mispaginated as 134; 367 as 363, 429 as 529) BIBLIOGRAPHICAL NOTE: ESTC record lists half-title; this is not present in BOD Hope 8* 53. Prose set in double columns. PREFATORY MATTER: Preface signed 'Philaret, A member of Athens' pp. v-xxii; Proemium p. [xxiii]; 'The contents of the paradoxes of this volume' pp. xxv-xxxii. CONTENTS: The majority of the 'paradoxes' are in prose; some contain verse; some are entirely verse. Some of the 'poems' are actually composite texts of two or more poems, sometimes by two or more authors. Where possible, individual authors (and extracts from poems) have been identified. REFERENCES: not in Case. MISCELLANY GENRE: spin-off from newspaper
- Title:
- A supplement to the Athenian Oracle [T105985]
- Publication Date:
- 1710
- ESTC No:
- T105985
- Volume:
- None
- Relationship:
- Unknown
- Comments:
- Title:
- Athenianism: or the new projects of Mr. John Dunton [T145151]
- Publication Date:
- 1710
- ESTC No:
- T145151
- Volume:
- 1 of 1
- Relationship:
- Unknown
- Comments:
- Editor:
- John Dunton
- Confidence:
- Confident (50%)
- Comments:
- ESTC identifies 'Philaret' as Dunton.
- Publisher:
- Benjamin Bragg
- Confidence:
- Confident (50%)
- Comments:
- 'Printed for B. Bragg in Pater-noster-row' T93435
- First Line:
- Tis strange how some men's tempers suit
- Page No:
- p.xxiii
- Poem Title:
- Proemium
- Attribution:
- Hudibras
- Attributed To:
- Samuel Butler
- First Line:
- Love is our reason's paradox which still
- Page No:
- pp.9-11
- Poem Title:
- Fruition's nothing, or rather something which destroys love: a paradox proving there is no pleasure in copulation
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- God and the doctor men alike adore
- Page No:
- p.12
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- An inner room receives the humorous souls
- Page No:
- p.13
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- No--- physic can but mend our crazy state
- Page No:
- p.13
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- In wishing nothing we enjoy still most
- Page No:
- p.15
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- We barbarously call those blessed
- Page No:
- pp.15-16
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- One night when fumes of charming bottle
- Page No:
- pp.18-20
- Poem Title:
- The Fegary; or a Paradox in Praise of Rambling
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Why do I love I can't the reason scan
- Page No:
- pp.23-24
- Poem Title:
- The Virgin-Paradox, or a Young Lady may Love and Hate the same Person at the same time. Being an Answer to this Question - Madam, why do you love, and yet refuse to marry Sir J. B.?
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Let eye ear touch taste smell let every sense
- Page No:
- p.30
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- How happy is the harmless country maid
- Page No:
- p.31
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Health seems a cherub most divinely bright
- Page No:
- p.32
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- O wretched man in what a mist of life
- Page No:
- p.34
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Hippolitus was dead and as the strain
- Page No:
- pp.45-47
- Poem Title:
- Green come from the Dead, or a Paradox proving that no Man lives, but that is hang'd
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Come flesh crow tell me what's the cause that you
- Page No:
- pp.47-48
- Poem Title:
- To the Hangman
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Hang up the gallow tree since twould not root
- Page No:
- p.48
- Poem Title:
- To the Gallows
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- To raise a pyramid unto your skill
- Page No:
- pp.48-50
- Poem Title:
- To the Physicians, the happy Instruments of the (Executed) Maid's Recovery
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Mother or maid I pray you whether
- Page No:
- p.50
- Poem Title:
- The Woman's (or Anne Green's) Case put to the Lawyers
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Orpheus to fetch his wife did go
- Page No:
- p.50
- Poem Title:
- The Conclusion of Green's Paradox, or a Poem on She that was hang'd, but not executed
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- It must be done my soul but 'tis a strange
- Page No:
- p.59
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Yes beauty with a bloodless conquest finds
- Page No:
- p.62
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- The thirsty earth soaks up the rain
- Page No:
- pp.69-70
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Thou who didst round Cecropian pastures rove
- Page No:
- pp.71-73
- Poem Title:
- In Praise of a Cow's Tail
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Happy the man whom bounteous gods allow
- Page No:
- pp.76
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Honour's | A painful burden which great minds must bear
- Page No:
- p.77
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Oh happy if he knew his happy state
- Page No:
- pp.76-77
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Is pride's original but nature's grave
- Page No:
- p.78
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Honour is like that glassy bubble
- Page No:
- p.80
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Oh let me in the country range
- Page No:
- pp.83-84
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Hail old patrician trees so great and good
- Page No:
- pp.84-85
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- The beauteous scene of aged mountains
- Page No:
- p.84
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- O fountains when in you shall I
- Page No:
- p.85
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Brave man the sacrifice of female spite
- Page No:
- pp.87-92
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- For as a Pythagorean soul
- Page No:
- p.93
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- The world's a scene of changes and to be
- Page No:
- p.95
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- There's no such thing as constancy we call
- Page No:
- p.95
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- I never yet could see that face
- Page No:
- pp.96-97
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- All my past life is mine no more
- Page No:
- p.97
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Content is all we aim at with our store
- Page No:
- p.98
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Content is wealth the riches of the mind
- Page No:
- p.98
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- The unhappy man slave to his wild desire
- Page No:
- p.98
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Spark of pure celestial fire
- Page No:
- pp.99-100
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Forgive the gods the rest and stand confined
- Page No:
- p.102
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- They cannot want who wish not to have more
- Page No:
- p.102
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- We to our selves may all our wishes grant
- Page No:
- p.102
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Beauty thou wild fantastic ape
- Page No:
- pp.103-104
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- The cause of love can never be assigned
- Page No:
- p.104
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Imoinda's sparkling wit and eyes
- Page No:
- p.105
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Those heavenly attracts of yours your eyes
- Page No:
- p.105
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- For in the world all things so hanged are
- Page No:
- pp.107-108
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- I sing the praises of a fart
- Page No:
- pp.114-115
- Poem Title:
- Paradox XXVI. The best Perfume, or a Paradox in Praise of Farting.
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- False women to new joys unseen can move
- Page No:
- p.115
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- So inquisitive do jealous cuckolds grow
- Page No:
- p.115
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- The greater care the higher passion shews
- Page No:
- p.115
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- First wheat and barley shall be sown
- Page No:
- pp.116-117
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- For jealousy is but a kind
- Page No:
- p.117
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- I do not ask thee fate to give
- Page No:
- pp.118-119
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Unhurt untouched did I complain
- Page No:
- p.121.00
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Ambition's never safe till power be past
- Page No:
- p.122
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- One world sufficed not Alexander's mind
- Page No:
- pp.122-123
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Thou shalt not break yet heart nor shall she know
- Page No:
- p.122
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Well I have thought on't and I find
- Page No:
- pp.123-124
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Yet true renown is still with virtue joined
- Page No:
- p.123
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- What state of life can be so blest
- Page No:
- p.126
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Amidst your train this unseen judge will wait
- Page No:
- p.129
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Seek not thy self without thy self to find
- Page No:
- p.129
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Severe decrees may keep our tongues in awe
- Page No:
- p.129
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Nature has made man's breast no windows
- Page No:
- p.131
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Then I shan't envy him whoever he be
- Page No:
- p.136
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- But furious dreams disturb their restless rest
- Page No:
- p.137
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- When Neptune's blasts and Boreas' blazing storms
- Page No:
- p.140
- Poem Title:
- Asserting Rational Nonsense
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Compassion proper to mankind appears
- Page No:
- pp.141-142
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- And none can be unhappy who
- Page No:
- p.148
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Great Butler's muse the same ill treatment had
- Page No:
- p.149
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Nothing looks in my retreat
- Page No:
- pp.149-150
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Money being the common scale
- Page No:
- pp.153-154
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Hence 'tis no lover has the power
- Page No:
- p.154
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- It guides the fancy and the mind
- Page No:
- p.154
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Thus money like the swords of kings
- Page No:
- p.154
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Virtue now nor noble blood
- Page No:
- p.154
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Then from great noise and factious strife
- Page No:
- pp.157-158
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Great souls discern not when the leap's too wide
- Page No:
- p.158
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Seeing aright we see our woes
- Page No:
- p.160
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- A trade of knowledge as replete
- Page No:
- p.164
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- As pirates all false colours wear
- Page No:
- p.169
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- You rhymes appropriate can make
- Page No:
- p.171
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- His mind to him a kingdom is
- Page No:
- p.172
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Patience in cowards is tame hopeless fear
- Page No:
- p.176
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Then come what may
- Page No:
- p.176
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- And Hudibras who scorned to stoop
- Page No:
- pp.177-178
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Then burn and conquer God will soon dispose
- Page No:
- p.179
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- So sullenly addicted still
- Page No:
- p.180
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- The offending woman when she lowest lies
- Page No:
- p.181
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- They were for breeches made obedience we
- Page No:
- p.181
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Thus wedlock without love some say
- Page No:
- p.181
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Here for an hour a week perhaps a night
- Page No:
- p.182
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Marriage is but the pleasure of a day
- Page No:
- p.182
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Marriage thou curse of love and snare of life
- Page No:
- p.182
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Thus woman's a true copy of the first
- Page No:
- p.182
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- We hope to find
- Page No:
- p.182
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- All women would be of one piece
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- p.183
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- These are thy wonted arts
- Page No:
- p.183
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Milton
- Attributed To:
- John Milton
- First Line:
- When formless and inanimate I lay
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- p.190
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Just thus the miser midst his store
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- p.191
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- But the base miser starves amidst his store
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- p.193
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Content alone can all our wrongs redress
- Page No:
- p.193
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Content is wealth the riches of the mind
- Page No:
- p.193
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- If tender infants who imprisoned stay
- Page No:
- p.194
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Thus like a sailor by a tempest hurled
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- pp.194-195
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- I prithee leave me love go place desire
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- pp.217-219
- Poem Title:
- A Gentleman proving himself in Love with Twenty Mistresses.
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Sir or madam choose you whether
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- pp.222-223
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Randolph
- Attributed To:
- Thomas Randolph
- First Line:
- Mark how the lusty sun salutes the spring
- Page No:
- p.226
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- The self same sun
- Page No:
- p.226
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Thus the great lamp by which the globe is blest
- Page No:
- pp.226-227
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- And thus the sun by day or moon by night
- Page No:
- p.227
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- The disk of Phoebus when he climbs on high
- Page No:
- p.227
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- He smoothed the rough cast moon's imperfect mold
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- p.228
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- It was the time when witty poets tell
- Page No:
- pp.228-229
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Nor equal light th'unequal morn adorns
- Page No:
- p.229
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Ah lovely Amoret the care
- Page No:
- p.232
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- And now the health of Doxius still impairs
- Page No:
- pp.232-233
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- And in his heart as in a fort remains
- Page No:
- p.233
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Nought profits him to save abandoned life
- Page No:
- p.233
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- From the maternal tomb
- Page No:
- p.242
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Oh life thou nothing's younger brother
- Page No:
- p.242
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- When I consider life tis all a cheat
- Page No:
- p.243
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Indulge and to thy genius freely give
- Page No:
- p.244
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Tis not for nothing that we life pursue
- Page No:
- p.244
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Gods life's your gift then season't with such fate
- Page No:
- p.245
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- In the close covert of a cypress grove
- Page No:
- pp.257-258
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- When raging fevers boil the blood
- Page No:
- p.258
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- As cheats to play with those still aim
- Page No:
- p.265
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Disguised in all the masks of night
- Page No:
- pp.265-266
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Let fear upon the prosperous hearts take hold
- Page No:
- p.265
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- The good we act the ill that we endure
- Page No:
- p.265
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Who would believe what strange bugbears
- Page No:
- pp.267-268
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Which of thy virtues shall I first admire
- Page No:
- pp.268-270
- Poem Title:
- In Praise of a Wife who is Black, Blind, Wrinkled, Crooked and Dumb.
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- There is within the earth so many treasures
- Page No:
- p.272
- Poem Title:
- Abstract of the First Section.
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- The way in earthly things true joy to find
- Page No:
- p.276
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- He that on earth will happy be must use
- Page No:
- p.280
- Poem Title:
- Abstract of the Third Section.
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- That we in earth's delights free joy may find
- Page No:
- p.285
- Poem Title:
- Abstract of the Fourth Section.
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Those souls which raised are above the sky
- Page No:
- pp.287-288
- Poem Title:
- Abstract of the Fifth Section.
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- When our affections unto ill incline
- Page No:
- pp.290-291
- Poem Title:
- Abstract of the Sixth Section.
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Although that many hinderances be
- Page No:
- pp.296-297
- Poem Title:
- Abstract of the Seventh Section.
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- See then religion's lovely pleasantness
- Page No:
- pp.302-304
- Poem Title:
- Abstract of the Eighth Section.
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Mistake me not I am not of that mind
- Page No:
- pp.306-307
- Poem Title:
- That every kind Mistress (be she e'er so Ugly) is truly Beautiful.
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Since thou'rt condemned to wed a thing
- Page No:
- pp.309-310
- Poem Title:
- That every True Wife is False
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Twas hot and our olympic charioter
- Page No:
- pp.313-314
- Poem Title:
- Paradox LXV. In Praise of a Tired Horse that was stolen.
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Farewell ye gay bubbles fame glory renown
- Page No:
- p.316
- Poem Title:
- A King turn'd Thresher.
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Some kings the names of conquerors assumed
- Page No:
- p.318
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Princes by disobedience yet command
- Page No:
- p.319
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Tis not my lady's face that makes me love her
- Page No:
- pp.320-321
- Poem Title:
- That a Batchelor may love his Mistress and yet never know how, or why.
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Crown high the goblets with a cheerful draught
- Page No:
- p.322
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Indulge thy genius and overflow thy soul
- Page No:
- p.322
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Underneath this myrtle shade
- Page No:
- p.323
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Fill the bowl with rosy wine
- Page No:
- p.324
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Cowley
- Attributed To:
- Abraham Cowley
- First Line:
- Here's to thee Dick this whining love despise
- Page No:
- p.324
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Cowley
- Attributed To:
- Abraham Cowley
- First Line:
- But fear some other might the honour win
- Page No:
- p.328
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Hither the idle vulgar come and go
- Page No:
- p.329
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- They've nothing new not scarce their faces
- Page No:
- p.334
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Such rows of curls pressed on each other lie
- Page No:
- p.335
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Fair one why cannot you an old man love
- Page No:
- pp.337-339
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- There is a lust in man no charm can tame
- Page No:
- p.345
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Lady what's your face to me
- Page No:
- p.349
- Poem Title:
- The Loving Duel
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Nothing thou elder brother even to shade
- Page No:
- pp.354-355
- Poem Title:
- Proving Nothing's Something.
- Attribution:
- Rochester
- Attributed To:
- John Wilmot
- First Line:
- Pardon grave sages natures treasures
- Page No:
- pp.355-357
- Poem Title:
- Further proving Nothing's Something.
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Great wits and valours like great states
- Page No:
- pp.357-358
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- His foppery without the help of sense
- Page No:
- p.358
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Thus wisdom is to sloth too great a slave
- Page No:
- p.358
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Wisdom's too froward to let any find
- Page No:
- p.358
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Unequally th'impartial hand of heaven
- Page No:
- p.359
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- A thousand different shapes it bears
- Page No:
- pp.363-364
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Wisdom's an evenness of soul
- Page No:
- p.363
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Wit e'nt a flash of fancy which sometimes
- Page No:
- p.363
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Wit like beauty triumphs over the heart
- Page No:
- p.363
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- A formidable figure black as night
- Page No:
- p.364
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Fools are known by looking wise
- Page No:
- p.365
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- For naked truth let others write
- Page No:
- pp.366-363[7]
- Poem Title:
- In Praise of a Lye.
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- The soul with noble resolutions decked
- Page No:
- p.388
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Thus some by temperance taught approaching slow
- Page No:
- p.389
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- What though some fits of small contest
- Page No:
- p.390
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Amoret and Strephon lay
- Page No:
- pp.391-394
- Poem Title:
- In Praise of a Rotten Cheese. A Pastoral.
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Too charming maid whose viznomy divine
- Page No:
- pp.396-397
- Poem Title:
- In Praise of the Bear-fac'd Lady.
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- That clergymen are changeable and teach
- Page No:
- pp.400-401
- Poem Title:
- The Vicar of Bray: or a Paradox in Praise of the Turncoat Clergy.
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Freeborn pindarick never does refuse
- Page No:
- pp.404-405
- Poem Title:
- Being a Pindarique in Praise of a Grunting Hog.
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- His livid eyes retreated from the day
- Page No:
- p.406
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Let lofty Greek and Latin go
- Page No:
- pp.408-410
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Oh the dear hour in which you did resign
- Page No:
- p.415
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- I'll teach him a receipt to make
- Page No:
- p.420
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Cowley
- Attributed To:
- Abraham Cowley
- First Line:
- Mean time no squalid grief his looks defiles
- Page No:
- p.427
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Through the rude chaos thus the running light
- Page No:
- pp.439-440
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Firstborn of chaos who so fair didst come
- Page No:
- pp.442-443
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Read fair maid and know the heat
- Page No:
- pp.444-445
- Poem Title:
- Being Verses sent to a Virgin (by a Poet that lov'd her) proving that he, and his chiming Brethren, cou'd perform Things impossible to be done; which she sending back unread, were return'd with this Inscription:
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- On a day tis in thy power
- Page No:
- p.445
- Poem Title:
- The Verses.
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Within the chambers of the globe we spy
- Page No:
- p.446
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Go lovely rose
- Page No:
- p.448
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- After a pretty amorous discourse
- Page No:
- pp.450-451
- Poem Title:
- The Amorous Mystery, or Fruition without Enjoyment.
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Stand off and let me take the air
- Page No:
- p.465
- Poem Title:
- A Fair Nymph scorning a Black Boy courting her.
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Friend thou art yoked and canst not help the thing
- Page No:
- p.466
- Poem Title:
- 'Tis Good to be Uxorious.
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Tis not love thy pulses beat
- Page No:
- pp.472-473
- Poem Title:
- Proving True Love has no Lust in it.
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- And so it proved if any joy was sent
- Page No:
- p.474
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Dion he cried Damon be wholly mine
- Page No:
- p.474
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- I love thee for thy curled hair
- Page No:
- p.477
- Poem Title:
- In Praise of a mere Doudy.
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Black girl complain not that I fly
- Page No:
- pp.485-486
- Poem Title:
- The Fair Boy's Paradoxical Answer.
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Fair boy alas why flyest thou me
- Page No:
- pp.485
- Poem Title:
- That the whole World, and all Things in it, are Black; proved in a Letter sent by a Black Maid to a Fair Boy, with whom she was deeply in Love.
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- With breasts laid out why should I shambles tempt
- Page No:
- p.495
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Pretty coy modest thing how lovingly
- Page No:
- pp.497-498
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- And yet of marriage bonds I'm weary grown
- Page No:
- p.508
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- What can be sweeter than our native home
- Page No:
- p.509
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Charming destroyer whither wilt thou roll
- Page No:
- pp.510-511
- Poem Title:
- Against a Kiss. A Pindaric.
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Can weave fine cobwebs fit for skull
- Page No:
- pp.515-516
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- He's no small prince who every day
- Page No:
- p.521
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- If thou be wise no glorious fortune choose
- Page No:
- pp.521-522
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Superfluous pomps and wealth I don't desire
- Page No:
- p.522
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- I'll mount my thoughts to giant height
- Page No:
- pp.523-524
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Let woods and rivers be
- Page No:
- p.523
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Much will always wanting be
- Page No:
- p.523
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Pleasures abroad the sport of nature yields
- Page No:
- p.523
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- But 'tis a kingdom wanting form and matter
- Page No:
- p.524
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- In vain thou drowsy god I thee invoke
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- p.526-527
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Sleep is a god too proud to wait in palaces
- Page No:
- p.526
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Tis soft repose without an air of breath
- Page No:
- p.526
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Somnus the humble god that dwells
- Page No:
- p.528
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- As wretched vain and indiscreet
- Page No:
- p.529
- Poem Title:
- They that wed for Mony are but Half-marry'd.
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Let love no more your heart inspire
- Page No:
- p.531
- Poem Title:
- In Praise of a Fickle Lover
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Some look upon me as one rude
- Page No:
- p.536
- Poem Title:
- The Author Rhimes in his Sleep.
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- While I listen to thy voice
- Page No:
- p.538
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Waller
- Attributed To:
- Edmund Waller
- First Line:
- Behold and listen while the fair
- Page No:
- p.540
- Poem Title:
- [no title]
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- Beneath a cool shade where some here have been
- Page No:
- p.543
- Poem Title:
- That Lovers die often.
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- With delight and joy methinks I see
- Page No:
- pp.543-544
- Poem Title:
- The kind Husband is brought to Bed with his Wife.
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
- First Line:
- There is not half so warm a fire
- Page No:
- p.544
- Poem Title:
- That actually to enjoy a Woman, consists only in the Desire of Fruition.
- Attribution:
- Attributed To:
- Not attributed
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