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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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Elegy at the Funerals of W. Moyle Esq;

May 28. 1660.

Sad, as forsaken Lovers! black as night
When yet un-chaos'd to be christend light!
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Heavy as Laden consciences! and Pale,
As childish fears! Why mourn ye? What d'ye ayle?
You, that were wont for to out dare the Sun
In's Glory, now, as if your souls were gone
And left your bodies pawnd until they come;
Grief and disaster (only fill the Room.)
But Oh!—
I've met the Cause! Behold! and see
The subject (once) of your Idolatry!
Moyle that was (late) the glory and the prize
Of Arts and Natures misteries, here lyes
Cold as the hand of fate, as breathless grown
As winds were in the first confusion:
Here sigh and weep! whilst in a sacred boast
I tell what you and all the world have lost.
Moyle! the lov'd Moyle! whom 'tis as hard to praise
As 'twas to imitate his works and wayes.
He was (believe me Reader for 'tis rare?)
One in whom all choice Gifts implanted were.
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Man Miracle! who when alive possest,
All ingrost virtue, in his Catholick Breast,
Where all the graces dwelt as 'twere their Sphere
And every muse, took up her Lodging there.
And sadly, now, to Celebrate his Herse,
Burthen their Eyes, with tears, their hands with verse.
His Countryes Joy! and Greif! None was more free
Hearted, or handed, to the Poor, then He;
If good works prove short-liv'd here you may read
The sad (but certain) cause, 'Tis he is dead.
No truth in Proverbs! April showers (they say)
Bring forth the fragrant flowers of following May.
April hath cropt our Prim-rose there it lies,
From hence transplanted, into Paradise.
Thus do we sow our seed, to rot i'th Earth
That it may quicken to a second Birth;
Thus is he laid in Ground, never to Dye,
But to spring up, to all Eternity.
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