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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.
 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.
 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.
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On the Death of Mary Princess Dowager of Aurange.
  
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On the Death of Mary Princess Dowager of Aurange.

Hayle Graceful Mary! summon'd up, to be
A Member Saint ith' heavenly Hierarchy!
For, since your Virgin Name-sake's, peer'd with You,
Our Ave-Maryes, must be doubl'd too.
What Zeal of Glory did your highness move,
To rob low-countries, to enrich th'Above?
Or was it in a Complement you fell?
To leave, Henrietta 'thou a Paralel?
Was't not enough that Gloucesters shining Star
Shrunk the Pair-Royal to a Royal Pair?
And, as Embassador, to fit, your State,
Prepar'd the wayes, knowing the Path was Strait
But must (Oh Times!) more Royal Blood be Spilt
To make attonement for the Subjects Guilt?
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Thus the Lamb suffers, while the Fox still thrives,
Heaven's Kingdome's near! 'tis time t'amend our lives
Curst be that Bane of Greatness! a Disease,
That scandals Galen and Hippocrates!
So loathsome (too) the Soul would hardly, own
The Body, at the Resurrection!
Here let our souls, flow from our eyes in Tears!
Like those whose hopes, are stifled, by their fears!
Another Branch, lopt from the Royal Tree!
And shall the Shrubs, remain secure, & free?
Oh! if our Earthly gods, like men, must lye,
How like the Beasts that perish, shall Vassals dye?
'Tis, for the Nation sins, a Punishment
On Princes falls, they'd live, if wee'd Repent.
All things immortal in this Lady are,
But meer mortality, and that lyes here;
Whose goodness needs no gloss to set it off,
Say but—'twas Charles his Daughter, that's enough.
Oh! may her son, like her, live to Inherit,
The Mothers Virtue, and the Fathers Spirit!
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When heaven, will bless, it's blessing, with that good
Which cannot be express'd, (less understood)
The Ages Joy, and Grief! Envy, and Pride!
You could not think her Mortal, 'till she dy'd.
The wonder of her sex! lesse great than good!
Honouring her Name, Enobled by her Blood!
But—
Cease to Mourn!
A Princess never dyes,
But only as the sun does set to rise.
In brief, be this inscrib'd upon her Tombe,
Here lyes the Miracle of Christendome.

O he! Jam satis est! O he Libelle!

Mar.
------ Dirus Exclamat Charon
Quo pergis Audax?—
Sen.
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