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Lucasta

Posthume Poems of Richard Lovelace

Lovelace, Richard (1618-1658)

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THE DEDICATION. To the Right Honorable John Lovelace Esquire.

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In allusion to the French-Song. N'entendez vous pas ce language.

Love Inthron'd.

A Black patch on Lucasta's Face.

To Lucasta.

Lucasta at the Bath.

Courante Monsieur.

A loose Saraband.

Love made in the first Age:

To a Lady withchild that ask'd an Old Shirt.

Cupid far gone.

A Fly caught in a Cobweb.

A Fly about a Glasse of Burnt Claret.

Lute and Voice.

The Toad and Spyder.

The Triumphs OF PHILAMORE and AMORET.

Advice to my best Brother. Coll: Francis Lovelace.

An Anniversary On the Hymeneals of my noble Kinsman Tho. Stanley Esquire.

Paris's Second Judgement, Upon the three Daughters of my Dear Brother Mr. R. Cæsar.

To my Dear Friend Mr. E. R. On his Poems Moral and Divine.

To my Noble Kinsman T. S. Esq; On his Lyrick Poems composed by Mr. J. G.

On the Best, last, and only remaining Comedy of Mr. Fletcher.

To Dr. F. B. On his Book of Chesse.

To the Genius of Mr. John Hall On his exxct Translation of Hierocles his Comment upon the golden Verses of Pythagoras.

On Sanazar's being honoured with six hundred Duckets by the Clarissimi of Venice, for composing an Eligiack Hexastick of The City.

ELEGIES SACRED To the Memory of the AUTHOR:

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To Lucasta.

1

I laugh and sing, but cannot tell
Whether the folly on't sounds well;
But then I groan
Methinks in Tune,
Whilst Grief, Despair, and Fear, dance to the Air
Of my despised Prayer.

2

A pretty Antick Love does this,
Then strikes a Galliard with a Kiss;
As in the end
The Chords they rend;
So you but with a touch from your fair Hand,
Turn all to Saraband.