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Ostella Or the Faction of Love and Beauty Reconcil'd

By I. T. [i.e. John Tatham]

Tatham, John (fl. 1632-1664)

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The Book to the Reader.

Upon my first sight of OSTELLA.

Ostella discribed.

To Ostella, an Advise before she send an Answer.

Ostella smiling.

To Ostella upon the pain of her Tooth-ach.

To Ostella upon the lamenting the death of her Sparrow.

Vpon the Sparrow.

A Summons to a Seige.

Ostella's Kisse.

Returning to my Chamber at night to the Taper.

To Ostella's Brother.

Ostella visiting me in time of Sicknesse.

My Scorn to Cupid, or Cupid ungodded.

Loves melancholly.

Ostella's Scorn.

A Bird presented to Ostella.

Ostella saying she pittied me, but could not help me.

Ostella saying, she would not say she did, could, nor would not Love me.

To Ostella my Choice.

Ostella Confessing She loved Me.

Ostella asking why: I loved Her.

The Nut to Ostella.

The FACTION. To Ostella.

Ostella asking me how I liked a painted Lady came to see her.

Vpon my assurance of Ostella's Love.

Ostella veiled.

Ostella shewing me Verses sent to her by a friend of mine.

Ostella advising me to leave off drinking Wine.

To one asking how he should know my Mistresse.

My Vow to Ostella upon her doubting my faith.

Vpon an occasion; to Ostella, Of Jealousie.

Ostella forth of Town: To my Heart.

To the worst of Passions.

The Iealous Lovers, A Dialogue.

To my Thoughts.

Ostella's Welcome to Town.

A Dialogue between Love and Honour.

Ostella weeping for my Imprisonment.

Ostella questioning of me concerning Clarinda, a former Mistress.

To Ostella upon her Reproving me and Councelling me from some Inconveniences.

Musick in the dead Season of the Night.

Ostella commanding my absence for a time.

A Dialogue between Nature and Art.

To Ostella upon her saying she wonder'd how one S. B. got into preferment, and not I.

To Ostella, commending meeknesse of Spirit.

Vpon my Departure.

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Occasional Copies upon several SUBJECTS.

To a Mistris that told me, I could not live without her Love.

To a simply Coy Mistress.

To an imperiously proud Mistress, swell'd with my Praises.

Vpon the acquaintance of a Gallant Gentlewoman. To my self.

Crying and Laughing.

To Mistress S. W.

To a timorously willing Mistress.

Vpon my Noble friend, Richard Lovelace Esquire, his being in Holland. An Invitation.

To a Mistresse that thinks the sight without other enjoyment is Love sufficient.

To a vertuous Lady, on whom Envy had thrown a Scandal, for which she Mourned, and hung her Chamber with Blacks.

Spying Splendora through a Casement.

My Friend Paul Squire.

Seeing a Lady ------

An Occasional Frolick to an unknown Friend.

To a Gentlewoman that Loved me, and I not her.

Another upon the same.

To a Mistresse that bid me make another Choice.

To the Deceiving Mistress.

Lycoris a Rapture.

Lycoris weeping.

To Mrs. J. H. upon my recovery of a fit of sickness.

To Mrs. I. H. upon the sight of a Marble Coverture or Statue in the Church.

Vpon my leaving off the Company of Hellena.

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Songs in a Masque.

1 Song: Fortune Descending.

2 The poor Schollers Song.

3 Song. The Country-life.

4. Song. Ambition.

A Prologue spoken at the Cock-pit, at the coming of the Red-Bull Players thither.

A Prologue spoken at the Red-Bull to a Play called the Whisperer, or what you please.

On the Report of Master William Lawes his Death.

To my Mother, Mris. Dorothy Tatham, one of the Daughters of Christopher Percy of Manson in the County of Dorset, Esquire, then Iustice of Peace and Quorum, and High Sheriff of that County.

Vpon the Death of my Father.

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Ostella smiling.

VVho would not think those Rising Beams
So temp'rate were, that no extreams
Attended Them to cloud our Day,
and our Credulity betray,

Who could be such a Slave to Fear,
to think a Tempest could be near
So Fair an Omen? Who'd not dare
Danger it self, and Anchor there?

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Who would not think himself secure,
and safety to himself assure,
When such a mild and gentle Ray,
doth smooth the wrinckles of the Day.
But (oh) it takes the Lightnings form,
and I'm betray'd into a Storm.