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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.

On Rebellion.

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.

On Scorta.

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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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.

The winged feet of fame that alwayes brings
On swiftest pinnions, most unwelcome things,
Inform'd the Centinel that waits upon
My late araigned Reputation,
That I have done an Act which much offends
Men whom I balance with the best of friends:
That I with venome should deform those faces
Wherein faire Ladyes found so many graces,
At such a season when bright Hymens taper
Inflam'd the Bride, and made the Bridegroom caper,
When all prepar'd themselves in the best dress
Of civil Art, and native comliness:
When active youth, and Beauty did put on
Their smoothest brows, and best complexion;
That I against this Time, without incitement,
Should perpetrate this fact, so runs th' inditement:
To which I plead Not guilty, cause th' event
Doth make men Criminal, or innocent:
That I was instrumental in't, I grant,
But of the vile event as ignorant

As cradled infants; 'tis an Act below
My name, my spirit, and my Nature too:
Did my Accusers know how much I prize
My friends, they would with more indulgent eyes
Look on this chance; the Ladyes (as I hear)
For it esteem me much their injurer,
Which is (indeed) the greatest cause that I
Make this Confession, and Apology:
I am so much a servant to that Sex
Whose ruby lips, bright brows, and Ivory necks
Surprize all eyes, that their alone commands
Have power enough to stay my active hands
From my worst Enemy, if he be one
That wears the badge of their Affection:
How then should I accomplish a design
Of such dishonour to their friends and mine?
Salute the Ladies from me; let them see
My Penitence and my integritie:
Assure them that the sacred Nuptials which
Their precious presence lately did enrich,
Is of so much esteem with me, that I
Disclaim all thoughts or Acts of injury.
Tell them I am divided from all rest,
Till they have sign'd me a Quietus est.