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Iter boreale

With large additions of several other poems: being an exact collection of all hitherto extant. Never before published together. The author R. Wild

Wild, Robert (1609-1679)

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Iter Boreale.

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THE TRAGEDY OF Mr. Christopher Love, Late Minister of the Gospel;

UPON The much to be Lamented DEATH OF THE Reverend Mr. Vines.

TO THE MEMORY OF Mr. Jeremy Whitaker,

On his Preaching.

UPON THE DEATH OF So many Reverend Ministers of late.

AN ELOGY UPON THE Earl of Essex HIS FUNERAL.

To the Father of a very vertuous Virgin, Deceased; who desired an obscure Person to make an Elegy, &c.

IN MEMORY Of Mris E. T.

AN EPITAPH Upon E. T.

UPON The Learned Works of the Reverend DIVINE Ed. Reynolds, D. D.

Another.

Aliud.

AN EPITAPH For a Godly Mans Tomb.

AN EPITAPH For a Wicked Mans Tomb.

[From a kind Hand there came t' enrich a place]

Alas poor Scholar, VVhither wilt thou go?

THE Norfolk and Wisbich.

UPON THE DEATH OF Dennis Bond, Esq;

Upon some Bottles of Sack and Claret, laid in Sand, and covered with a Sheet.

AN ESSAY Upon the late VICTORY obtained by His Royal Highness the Duke of York,

To the KING.

THE GRATEFUL NON-CONFORMIST:

A POEM UPON THE Imprisonment OF MR. CALAMY In NEWGATE.

ON THE DEATH OF MR. CALAMY,

The EPITAPH.

THE Loyal-Nonconformist;

THE RECANTATION Of A Penitent Proteus;

THE PORING DOCTOR,

THE FAIR QUARREL.

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XIII.

Let the Bells ring these Changes now from Bow
Down to the Country Candlesticks below;
Ringers, hands off; The Bells themselves will dance
In memory of their own deliverance.
Had not George shew'd his Metal, and said Nay,
Each Sectary had born the Bell away:
Down with them all, they'r Christned (cry'd that Crew)
Tye up their Clappers, and the Parsons too;
Turn them to Guns, or sell them to the Dutch.
Nay, hold, (quoth George) my Masters, that's too much
You will not leap o're Steeples thus, I hope
I'le save the Bells, but you may take the Rope.
Thus lay Religion panting for her life,
Like Isaac, bound under the bloody knife;
George held the falling Weapon, sav'd the Lamb:
Let Lamberts (in the Briars) be the Ram.

So lay the Royal Virgin (as 'tis told)
When brave S. George redeem'd her life, of old.
Oh that the Knaves that have consum'd our Land,
Had but permitted Wood enough to stand
To be his Bonfires;—Wee'd burn every stem,
And leave no more but Gallow-trees for them.