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Amanda

A Sacrifice To an Unknown Goddesse, or, A Free-Will Offering Of a loving Heart to a Sweet-Heart. By N. H. [i.e. Nicholas Hookes]

Hookes, Nicholas (1628-1712)

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To the Author upon his Amanda.

To the most ingenious Authour upon his excellent Poems.

Upon his ingenious friend's most ingenious Poeme, intituled Amanda.

To his Honoured friend the Author upon his Amanda.

To my deserving friend the Author upon his excellent Poeme Amanda.

The Author to the READER.

The Authour to the Ladies.

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LOVE.

Against Platonick Court-Love.

In praise of Amanda's beautie.

His love to Amanda.

To Amanda doubting her mortality.

A Sacrifice to Amanda.

To Amanda putting flowers in her bosome.

To Amanda over-hearing her Sing.

To Amanda Reading.

To Amanda leaving him alone.

A melancholly Fit.

An Enthusiasm to Amanda feasting.

To Amanda pledging him.

To Amanda drinking to him.

To Amanda not drinking off her wine.

To Amanda upon her smile.

On Amanda his friend, desiring him to fall to

To Amanda desirous to go to bed.

To Amanda igoing to Prayer.

On Amanda praying.

To Amanda after her Prayers.

To Amanda undressing her.

To Amanda lying in bed.

On Amanda fallen asleep.

To Amanda waking.

A morning Salute to Amanda.

To Amanda washing her hands.

To Amanda after she had wash't.

To Amanda walking in the Garden.

To Amanda seeming to deny his request.

To Amanda desirous to drink.

To Amanda inviting her to walk.

To Amanda walking abroad.

To Amanda like to be taken in a showre.

To Amanda fearing a second showre.

An Answer to Amanda's question.

A game at Chesse with Amanda.

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To his most Noble Friend Sir T. L. B. of Shingle hall.

To Mr. LILLY, Musick-Master in Cambridge.

To Amanda mistrusting her love.

To Amanda, on her picture drawn with a Lute in her hand

To Amanda on her dimples.

On Amanda's black eye-browes.

Good wishes to Amanda.

Amanda's Beautie preferr'd.

On Amanda's dimples.

To Amanda on her black browes.

To his best friend Mr. T. H.

To my Noblest and ever-Honoured friend, Sir Thomas Leventhorp, Baronet.

Nothing like his love to Amanda.

To Amanda supposing and wishing she were with childe.

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MISCELLANEA Poetica

To his loving friend M T. G. upon covering his head in the Colledge-Butteries.

An ELEGIE on the death of Mr. Frear Fellow of Trin. Coll. in Cambridge, who died of a Consumption.

An ELEGY on the death of Mr. Crane, Apothecary in Cambridge.

On the immature death of his hopeful friend, Mr. Alexander Rookesby.

An Epithalamium sacred to the Nuptials of the truly Religious Lady, the Lady A. H. and the Valiant and Worthy Sir W. W. Knight.

To Mr. John Mors, Merchant in Kings Lynne, on the death of Mrs. A. Mors his wife.

On the Anniversarie of the fifth of Novem. to the Fellowes of Trin. Coll.

An ELEGY on the death of Dr. MEDCALFE, late Vice-Master of Trin. Col. in Cambr.

An Elegie on the death of Dr. Cumber, late Deane of Carlisle, and sometimes Master of Trin. Coll. in Camb.

To the Fellows of Trin. Coll. at a Feast.

To a spurious Poet.

On the Rout of the disloyal Partie of Scots at Dunbarre.

On his bed standing in his study.

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LOVE.

1

Love is that harmony doth sympathize
Betwixt two soules tun'd Diapason-wise;
'Tis waking mans most pleasant dream, delight
And comfort, makes day passe as sleep doth night,
'Tis the best part of Heav'n man hath on earth,
And heav'n in heav'n 'twill be
Nothing but lovely, loving souls to see
Souls mingling loves, love getting love i'th' birth.

2

Love is the Gordian knot, which once unti'd
Or cut, gives way to th' Tyrant Victors pride,
'Tis honest Cupid's Atlas of the world;

4

Into a Chaos all things would be hurl'd,
Were't not for love, the peoples hate
Or love, make or undo
The best of Kings and Kingdomes too:
Love is the moving sinew of the State.

3

Where it is absent, nothing present is,
But envie, hatred, malice, jealousies,
Deceit and basenesse, whence are alwayes born
Horrour and anguish, grief, despight and scorn,
Mischief, revenge and wrath, which do torment,
Distract and teare the heart,
Gripe, and unhinge the man in ev'ry part,
Till all his bowels burst, and life be spent.

4

Love is our Empresse, all that beauteous be
Are maids of Honour to her Majestie,
Yet Love to Beauty often Presents brings,
Presented by the hands o'th' greatest King;
And 'tis no wonder Love this course doth take,
That th' Mistris thus should fee
Her maids, 'tis pretty ridling Usurie,
For Love bribes Love, for Love and Beauties sake.

5

Love is our Governesse, me thinks on high
I see her, greatest goddesse in the skie,
Sitting and holding all in chaines; I see
She labours hard, that all things joyn'd may be
To their most proper objects; but base spight,
Her black Antagonist,

5

By man and th' devils help, whom e're she list,
Forces to deeds of discord, sinne and night.

6

Love is mans health and food, a wealthie feast
Where Beautie oft hath made great Jove her guest,
Then my Dear, fairer then the fairest she,
Amanda shall be courted by Divinity,
If in her sacred love she prove devout,
With all the viand-joyes that be
In Love, she shall be fed eternally,
Angels themselves shall set the banquet out.