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Small poems of Divers sorts

Written by Sir Aston Cokain
Cokain, Aston (1608-1684)

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TO HIS NOBLE FRIEND Sir ASTON COKAIN on his Poetical composures.
  
A Remedy for Love.
  
The first Eglogue. Why Strephon, art thou melancholy grown
  
The second Eglogue. Why art thou sad (fair Shepherdess)
  
A Satyre.
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Love Elegies.
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Funeral Elegies.
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Letters to divers Persons.
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Encomiastick verses on several Books.
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A MASQUE Presented at Bretbie in Darbyshire On Twelfth-Night. 1639.
  
An Epithalamium, design'd for the Nuptials of Sir Andrew Knyvegston my Wives Brother, and Mrs. Elizabeth Stanhope of Elveston my Cousin-german; Their Marriage prevented by her death.
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EPIGRAMS
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Song 1.
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The second Song.
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The third song being an answer to O no, I tell thee no.
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The fourth song, being a fictitious Relation.
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The fifth Song.
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The sixth Song.
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The Seventh Song, of the Bear in Poulesworth.
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The eight song, upon the first expedition into the North under the late King.
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The ninth song.
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The tenth Song.
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The eleventh Song.
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The twelfth song. The wenches complaint, Non e maggior tormento.
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The thirteenth song. William the Conquerour to Emma the Miliners daughter of Manchester.
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The fourteenth song. Emma's answer to William the Conquerour.
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The fifthteenth Song.
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The sixteenth Song, of two lovers.
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The seventeenth Song. Of a Mistresse.
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The eighteenth song. Of women.
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The nineteenth Song.
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The twentieth Song. A Ballad of Darbyshire.
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Song 21.

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48. Ca. Germanici Augusti Epigramma de Puero Thracensi.

A Thracian Boy on frozen Hebrus plai'd,
Till with his weight a breach i'th Ice he made,
Which from his body cut his tender head,
The rest being by the Waters swallowed.
His Mother sigh'd (bestowing 't in an Urne)
That I brought forth for waters, this to burn.
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