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Poems Lyrique Macaronique Heroique

&c. By Henry Bold
Bold, Henry (1627-1683)
  
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To the Ingenious ---
  
To mine Ingenious Friend Mr. Henry Bold, &c.
  
To my dear Brother Mr. H. B. on his Poems.
  
To my dear Brother Mr. H. B.
  
Upon the Authour and his Poems.
  
To his ingenious Friend Mr. Henry Bold on his Poems.
  
To the ingenious Mr. Henry Bold on his publishing his Poems.
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POEMS.
 I. 
SONG I.
 II. 
SONG II.
 III. 
SONG III.
 IV. 
SONG IV.
 V. 
SONG V.
 VI. 
SONG VI.
 VII. 
SONG VII.
 VIII. 
SONG VIII.
 IX. 
SONG IX.
 X. 
SONG X.
 XI. 
SONG XI
 XII. 
SONG XII.
 XIII. 
SONG XIII
 XIV. 
SONG XIV.
 XV. 
SONG XV.
 XVI. 
SONG XVI.
 XVII. 
SONG XVII.
 XVIII. 
SONG XVIII.
 XIX. 
SONG XIX.
 XX. 
SONG XX.
 XXI. 
SONG XXI.
 XXII. 
SONG XXII. On the first sight of the Lady M. W. in St. Maries Church Oxon.
 XXIII. 
SONG XXIII.
 XXIV. 
SONG XXIV.
 XXV. 
SONG XXV.
 XXVI. 
SONG XXVI.
 XXVII. 
SONG XXVII.
 XXVIII. 
SONG XXVIII.
 XXIX. 
SONG XXIX.
 XXX. 
SONG XXX.
 XXXI. 
SONG XXXI.
 XXXII. 
SONG XXXII.
 XXXIII. 
SONG XXXIII, King Charles I. in Prison.
 XXXIV. 
SONG XXXIV.
 XXXV. 
SONG XXXV.
 XXXVI. 
SONG XXXVI.
 XXXVII. 
SONG XXXVII.
 XXXVIII. 
SONG XXXVIII.
 XXXIX. 
SONG XXXIX. [The First Part] VVhy such a Doe
 XL. 
SONG XL. The Second Part. Nay pish! go to
 XLI. 
SONG XLI.
 XLII. 
SONG XLII. By Sir, A. G. Mockt by the Author.
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SONG XLIII.
 I. 
I.
 2. 
2.
 3. 
3.
 XLIV. 
SONG XLIV.
 XLVI. 
SONG XLVI. At the Surrender of Oxon.
 XLVII. 
SONG XLVII. At General Monkes coming to London.
 XLVIII. 
SONG XLVIII.
 XLIX. 
SONG XLIX.
 L. 
SONG L. At the Request of Sr. John Kyrle.
 LI. 
SONG LI. After Worcester Fight.
 LII. 
SONG LII. On the Act against Titles of Honour.
 LIII. 
SONG LIII. When the Parliament would have Crown'd Cromwell.
 LIV. 
SONG LIV. On the Act for Marriages.
 LV. 
SONG LV. A Round.
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SONG LVI. A Round.
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1.
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2.
 LVII. 
SONG LVII. A Round.
 LVIII. 
SONG LVIII. A Round.
 LIX. 
SONG LIX. A Round.
 LX. 
SONG LX. A Round, at the Request of Sir W. S.
 LXI. 
SONG LXI. A Round.
 LXII. 
SONG LXII. A Round.
 LXIII. 
SONG LXIII. A Mock.
 LXIV. 
SONG LXIV. A Mock.
 LXV. 
SONG LXV. A Mock.
 LXVI. 
SONG LXVI. A Mock.
 LXVII. 
Mock SONG LXVII. To Dr. Smith's Ballad—Will Womens &c.
 LXVIII. 
Mock SONG LXVIII,
 LXIX. 
Mock SONG LXIX.
 LXX. 
Mock SONG LXX.
 LXXI. 
SONG LXXI. A Mock.
  
For Fruition,
  
Another for Fruition,
  
Answer to Sir, J. S.
  
THE Adventure
  
Marston, Ale-house;
  
To W. M. Esq;
  
A Journey from Oxon, 1656.
  
An Allusion to Doctor Lluellin's Shon Price.
  
On Oxford Visitors, setting up their Commissions on the Colledge Gates, &c. 1648.
  
To my FRIEND, V. O. &c.
  
On the Death of Oliver Cromwell, Septemb. 3. 1658.
  
On the Death of the Famous Apoth. Mr. Gideon De Laune. 1658.
  
New Years Day. 1657.
  
To Mr. J. Gamble
  
On the hopeful R. Baron of Grayes Inn Esq; 1647.
  
To Mris. M. M. Deliver'd of a Daughter, after the Death of two Sons
  
An Epitaph Written on the Tomb of Mary, Wife of Tho. Ingram, of Temple Newsham, in the County of York Esq; dying in the Birth of two Children,
  
The Morning Visit on his Mistris.
  
To the Lady, M. W.
  
Epitaph, D. Arth: Ingram, E. A. Eborac. P. M. S.
  
Epitaph on R. Webb,
  
The Visit on Mris. S. L.
  
Translation,
  
To R. B. Esq;
  
Elegy at the Funerals of W. Moyle Esq;
  
New Years Day
  
A Frolick to W. M. Esq;
  
The Hang-mans Motto upon Burning the Covenant.
  
TO His Sacred Majesty Charles the II.
  
St. George's Day, Sacred to the Coronation of his Most Excellent Majesty Charles the II. By the Grace of God, King of England, Scotland, France and Ireland, Defender of the Faith, &c.
  
Anniversary, To the Kings Most Excellent Majesty CHARLES the II.
  
On the Thunder, Happening after the Solemnity of the Coronation of CHARLES the II.
  
RITES on the Famous and Renowned, Sir CHARLES LUCAS, and Sir CHARLES LISLE:
  
A POEM, to the King's and Queen's most Excellent Majesties at Hampton-Court.
  
On Hampton Court.
  
On Bold-Hall in Lancashire,
  
To Sir W. L. Of the Parliament at Oxon, Kal. Jan.
  
Satyr, on the Adulterate Coyn Inscribed, The Common-Wealth, &c.
  
To the Lady, F. C.
  
On the Death of Mary Princess Dowager of Aurange.

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177

On the hopeful R. Baron of Grayes Inn Esq; 1647.

Baron of wit! 'twere sin to blazon forth
Under a meaner style, thy mighty worth:
'Twere but a trick of state, if we should bring
The Muses Lower-house to Vote thee King,
Thou highly doest deserve it, and the Bayes
Should crown thy brows to thine Eternal prayes.
Whilst usher'd by the graces thou are sent,
To sit as King, ith' Poets Parliament.
The famous Sidney's soul (I think) had gon
A Relict till the Resurrection,
And never been espous'd, now had not she
Round out her match, and wedded been to thee.
We have some things call'd Poets who although
They ne're were versed beyond the Christ-cross Row
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And never swallow'd possum, think th'are able
To be partakers at the Muses-Table
Who ne're inspir'd were by the Nine Sisters
But took their Learning as folks do their Glysters
And should you come to tell them what you lack
Their wits (like ware ill-plac't in Pedlars pack)
They have, but know not where; perhaps their bundle
May yeild a ballad for the Widow Trundle
Or some such business wherein is shewn
A mournful Ditty, to the pleasant tune
Fortune my Foe: or else-pox what d'yee call it?
When th'ave no more conceit then has a Mallet.
But from their spungy Brains may squeese a sonnet,
When th'ave a fortnight chew'd their Cud upon it.
And shall such clumsi'd humors ever be
Renowned with the Name of Poetrie!
No, 'twere a sin beyond a pardon, you
Deserve the Poets Name, and Laureat too.
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Thy Book swels high, thy Line's well wrought! not weak!
Thy words might teach Apollo how to speak
In better Phrase, which had he done like thee,
Daphne had ne're been turn'd into a Tree.
Thy twisted Plot so nice a hand hath spun
You'd think, it were not only made but done
And you would not believe me, should I tel
How soon this work was done when 'tis so well.
Go on (Dear friend) enlarge thy spreading Fame,
And let thy Pen mortallize thy Name.
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