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Mr. Cooke's Original Poems

with Imitations and Translations of Several Select Passages of the Antients, In Four Parts: To which are added Proposals For perfecting the English Language

Cooke, Thomas (1703-1756)

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PART the First, CONTAINING ESSAYS, TALES, AND A RHAPSODY On Virtue and Pleasure.

PART the Second, CONTAINING EPISTLES, ODES, FABLES, SATIRES, LOVE-ELEGYS, PROLOGUES, EPILOGUES, and EPIGRAMS.

EPISTLES the First, TO Mrs. COLSTON, On the Death of her only Son.

EPISTLE the Second, TO Mr. LEONARD WELSTED, On the Death of his only Daughter.

EPISTLE the Third, To the right honourable Thomas Earl of Pembroke at Wilton.

EPISTLE the Fourth, To the honourable Lord George Johnston.

EPISTLE the Fifth, To the right honourable Thomas Earl of Pembroke, Occasioned by The Death of Dr. Samuel Clarke.

EPISTLE the Sixth, To the right reverend Dr. Benjamin Hoadley, On his being translated from the Bishoprick of Salisbury to Winchester.

EPISTLE the Seventh, To his Grace The Duke of Somerset at Petworth.

EPISTLE the Eighth, TO James Vernon Esq;

EPILOGUE the First. Spoke by Mrs. Younger in the Character of the Country Wife.

EPILOGUE the Second. To Penelope, Spoke by Minerva.

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PART the Third. THE BATTEL OF THE POETS, In Two CANTOS.

PART the Fourth, CONTAINING PARAPHRASES, IMITATIONS, AND TRANSLATIONS, Of several Parts of the Antients.

Epistle the Ninth. TO Dr. Edward Milward,

Ode the Twentyeth. TO The honourable Master Robert Petre a Day old, 1741.

The Twenty-fourth Ode of the first Book of Horace imitated and paraphrased, on the Death of Sir William Windham Bart.

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Epistle the Ninth. TO Dr. Edward Milward,

On his Design to publish the History of the British physical and chirurgical Authors from the earlyest Records of Time to the present.

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To be added to the Epistles.

'Tis gen'rous thus departed Worth to save
From black Oblivion, humble Merit's Grave:
How many Sons of Æsculapius ly
Forgotten now, which you forbid to dy!
What great Improvers of that Art divine,
Which was Machaon's once, and now is thine,

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What great Improvers, all of English Breed,
From royal Alfred down to learned Mead,
Have long, from Age to Age, adorn'd our Isle,
Where the fair Arts and fairer Freedom smile!
Yet Time, to tyranise who never fails,
Has cover'd Half their Worth with sable Veils,
And some perhaps would cloud in endless Night,
Did you not call them once again to Light:
As with his Scythe the great Destroyer stands,
Mowing with Heart relentless as his Hands,
His Motion you arrest, and blunt the Blade,
Forbiding what should longer bloom to fade:
You with new Stars adorn our Hemisphere,
And fix another Constellation here.
In this Assemblage mounting to the Skys
Poets and Kings, bright Luminations, rise:
While in the Heav'ns their Places you prepare,
You gain, my Friend, a Seat among them there.

January, 1742.

King Alfred wrote a Book on Aristotle's Treatise of Plants.

King Alfred, Dr. Garth, &c.