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The Muses Melody in a Consort Of Poetry

With Diverse occasionall and Compendious Epistles. Composed by the Author Tho. Jordan

Jordan, Thomas (1612?-1685?)

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On a Citizen that was so unreasonably jealous of his wife, that he durst not trust her with the neerest in blood of her own kindred.

Peccavi, to a vertuous Lady, who was vitiously solicited by a Gentleman whilst she was in her mourning.

On handsome women that will marry fools.

An Apology to a coy Lady for a passionate Letter which a Gent. writ to her when she returned back to him a Diamond which he before had presented.

On a cruel Creditor.

UILLAINIE.

Defence composed for his friend Mr. Th. Ea. who ignorantly had perswaded some Gentlemen his friends to wash their faces with Mercury, one of them being an elect Bridegroom, the night immediately before the Nuptials, who the next day were much blistered with the venome, and he much accused by the Ladyes, as if it had been done on purpose.

An Ode composed for three voices, at a celebration of the Birth-day of the much honoured G. D. Gent. on Novemb. 29.

A Vote to the much honored Thomas Bridges, Merchant in Alderman-bury London, and to his most vertuous wife.

An Epitaph on a scold.

On Jack Summer, who with two shillings, won twenty pounds of Captaine Swallow.

An Epitaph on Mr. Will. Lawes Batchelor in Musick, who was mortally shot at the siege of Westchester.

A Defence for Musick in its Practique and Theorick, Dedicated to all Lovers of Harmony, but more especially to the much honored

A Banquet of Discord, dish'd up and dedicated to all lovers of Confusion, and contemners of Concord.

An Epigram on a Mad-man.

A meer Souldiers Resolution, written by his own direction in the yeer 1642.

An Elegie and Epitaph, in two Acrosticks, composed on the pious memory of Mistress Grace Drayton, late wife to William Drayton Gentleman, unto whom she was marryed the 20 of January 1652, and deceased the 20 of June 1653.

To his disdainful Mistress, from whom he receiv'd a Repulse at the presentment of his service to lead her by the Arm in the street.

On Mrs. Howlet, and Mrs. Boone.

To a Black-moor that had married a deformed Spanish woman, and was jealous of an English Gentleman.

An Epitaph on a Prisoner for Debt, who dyed of Feaver in the Counter.

A Bull made Sense.

On Cavaliers wearing of much Ribbon.

A Congratulatory to the bountiful Lover of the Liberal Sciences, Sir Thomas Prestwich Baronet.

To Coll. Washington, on his word Away with't, &c Composed in 1643.

On a Lay-Preacher.

To the great lover and protector of Honor and Sciences Sir Henry Newton Knight, &c.

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UILLAINIE.

Anagram, I LIVE IN AL.

I live in al; shew me that Name
That hath a larger Anagram:
But lest some should think that I
Do assume ubiquity,
Let them know I want the Art
To be All in every part:
But yet I live in all; I know
All Languages, and Nations too:
'Tis not France with all her Apes
Can outvye me in my shapes;
I wear a Cope, I wear a Crown,
A Souldiers sword, a Lawyers gown,
And (with rev'rence be it spoke)
The Surplice and extempore cloak:
I wear a chain, sometimes a ruff,
A purple Robe, a sute of Buff:
A livery-hood, a Country coat,
A seaman's cap (whose subtle boat
Sailes with all windes, and, as I can
Change snapes, I live in every Man,
And every Place; I live at Court,
And where an Army doth resort
(By which so many men are undon.)
I live at sea, I live in London:
In all parts of it I range,
And I alwayes keep the change;

I live in Courts of peace and war,
On the Bench, and at the Bar:
Sometimes like to love and fury,
I have been in Judge and Jury:
In Physitians I live close,
But am us'd in every dose:
In my coat of Armes I bear
A Roundhead and a Cavalier.
I wear all Passions; but I move
Surest in the shape of Love:
Or in Religion, there I flye
At God knows who, and who knows why?
In a Shopkeeper you'l guess
What I am when I profess:
In a Politick I cry,
Law, Religion, Liberty.
In a Justice I lye hid,
Yet in's Clerk I'm quickly spid:
But my subtleties grow evener
In a Broker and a Scrivener.
In a Sectarist I flame
Like the Aire of Amsterdam:
Covenants and Protestations
Are my yeerly Recreations.
But I am (such is my fate)
Never from the Counter-gate,
And a house in Broadstreet, where
I am in my proper sphere.
But (to cut off prolixity) you shall
Find (by my Anagram) I Live in all.