The poems and translations of Sir Edward Sherburne (1616-1702) ::

The poems and translations of Sir Edward Sherburne (1616-1702)

excluding Seneca and Manilius Introduced and Annotated by F. J. Van Beeck

Sherburne, Edward (1618-1702)

POEMS AND TRANSLATIONS 1651

Chloris Eyes and Breasts.

Love once, Love ever.

The Pendants.

The sweet Meat.

Violets in Thaumantia's Bosome.

The Dream.

An old Shepheard to a young Nymph.

Beauty encreased by Pity.

A Maid in Love with a Youth blind of one Eye.

The broken Faith.

Complaint on the Death of Sylvia, to the River.

A Shepheard inviting a Nymph to his Cottage.

Sogno, a la sua donna

To Ligurinus.

The Penitent Murderer.

The Shepheard.

The Pastorall Wooing.

On the Picture of Icarus in Wax.

On a Marble Statue of Nero, which falling kill'd a Child.

On Paula.

On an Ill Husband and Wife.

On Candidus, a rich Miser.

On Bassus a Pittifull Poet.

On a Boy kill'd by the fall of an Icesicle.

On Nestor a whisperer.

On Martinia, an old, old, leacherous—

On Philomuse, a needy Newesmonger.

On Aulus a Poet-Hater.

On Lentinus, being troubled with an Ague.

To Priscus.

On Phœbus that wore leather Caps.

On Horace a poor fellow.

On a Swallow torn in Peeces by her Fellowes.

To Apollo pursuing Daphne.

De Erotio Puella.

On Mancinus a Prating Braggart.

On Picens.

On Caius, one of large Promises, but small Performances.

To Posthumus, an Ill Liver.

To Thelesinus.

On Cinna a bold Suter.

The happy life. To Julius Martialis.

The Choice of his Mistris.

To Sextus.

On Baucis, an old drunken Crone.

On Captain Ansa, a bragging Run-away.

To Fuscus.

On Marcus Anton: Primus his Picture.

Horat.

Ad Puellam edentulam.

Epitaph on an old drunken Crone.

On Bibinus, a notorious Drunkard.

On poor Codrus, who though blind, was yet in Love.

ETHICA

SACRA

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Vertue improv'd by suffering.

'Tis but the Body that blind Fortunes spight
Can chain to Earth; the nobler Soul doth slight
Her servill Bonds, and takes to Heaven her flight.

So through dark clouds Heaven lightens (whilst the shade
Is as a foyl to its bright splendour made)
And Stars with greater Lustre Night invade.

So sparkle Flints when strook; so Metals find
Hardness from hammering, and the closer bind:
So Flames increase the more supprest by VVind.

And as the Grindstone to unpolish'd Steel
Gives Edge, and Lustre: so my Mind, I feel
VVhetted, and glaz'd by Fortunes turning VVheel.

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Vertue improv'd by suffering.