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Love's Dialect

or; Poeticall Varieties; Digested Into a Miscelanie of various fancies. Composed by Tho. Iordan
Jordan, Thomas (1612?-1685?)
 
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To Mr. Thomas Jordan on his Fancies.
 
To his Friend the Author Mr. Thomas Jordan, on his Varieties.
 
On my Friend and adopted sonne Mr. Thomas Jordan the Infant-Poet of our Age.
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POETICALL VARIETIES.
 
A Gentleman in love with twenty Mistresses.
 
A Gentleman's deploration for his Mistresse, falling from Vertue.
 
To his Mistrisse Philonella, being at her Looking-glasse.
 
To Clora a farewell, once his coy Mistresse.
 
To Leda his coy Bride, on the Bridall Night.
 
A Paradox on his Mistresse, who is cole Blacke, Blinde, Wrinckled, Crooked and Dumbe.
 
A Dialogue betwixt Castadorus and Arabella in bed.
 
To his faithlesse Mistresse Vxoria.
 
To her perjur'd Love Maritus, her dishonorer.
 
A vow to his inestimable Mistresse.
 
A Dialogue betweene Icarus and surprized Phillida.
 
Loves progresse.
 
To his most excellent Mistresse, Avis Booth.
 
Achrostick to his Mistresse.
 
A Gentleman desirous to have his Lady's Picture drawne, describes her thus.
 
Chaste Love sitting under a Grove of yong Bay-trees, is thus solicited by Lust.
 
What a Whore is.
 
An abused Man: Quasi, a Cuccold.
 
Lust loseth all.
 
A Dialogue betwixt Adversus and his Mistresse the Lady Contra.
 
Rara Avis in terr is nigroque Similima Cigno.
 
To his Mistris Elizabeth Brooke.
 
A Dialogue betwixt Fidelius and his Silent Mistris Flora.
 
A Ladies Complaint for the losse of her Love Theodorus.
 
A Morall Eclogue presented by Vertue, Wealth, and Beauty.
 
The complaint of an old Lady for the losse of her beauty.
 
A Gentleman deploring his former follies.
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ELEGIACK POEMS.

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To Clora a farewell, once his coy Mistresse.

Clora farewell, you may be cruell now
And keepe the never-violated vow
You made unto your goddesse; I am free
As the great Monarch, whose large Emperie
Containes a thousand Regions, I can sit
Viewing your beauty, yet betray my wit
Vnto no greater folly; I can say
Your cheekes are Iuly Roses, and the day
Borrowes its radiant lustre from your eyes,
And yet retaine my owne; I can be wise;
I doe disdaine the power that made me turne
Apostata to reason; and doe burne
With a devoute vexation, I should spend
My pretious time to such a thriftlesse end
As to be your Admirer, therefore when

You shall dispute the follies of yongmen,
Let me intreate you, (though it raise your fame
High as Diana's selfe) you will not name
Me'mongst your captiv'd servants, lest that I
Ruine that fame, and you repenting dye.
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