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Amorea, The Lost Lover

Or The Idea of Love and Misfortune. Being Poems, Sonets, Songs, Odes, Pastoral, Elegies, Lyrick Poems, and Epigrams. Never before printed. Written by Pathericke Jenkin

Jenkyn, Pathericke

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To his ever Honoured friend Mr P. I. on his Amorea.

To my dear friend Mr. P. J. on his Amorea.

To his Ingenious Friend Mr. P. J. on his Poems of the King's Return.

To his esteemed friend Mr. P. J. On his Poems.

To his Dear Brother, on his Amorea.

To my dear friend on his Amorea

To his Dear and ever honoured freind Mr. P. J. on his Poems.

To his dear and ever Honoured friend Mr. P. J. On his Poems.

To my dear friend on his Amorea.

To his ever friend Mr P. J. On his Poems.

To Mr P. J. on his Amorea.

Peace pratling Muse.

To Amorea on his going to Sea.

His Inducement to Love.

To Amorea from Prison.

The Authors danger, and deliverance.

Hopeless Affection.

Under his Mistress's Picture.

On his departing.

A Fancie on Courting.

On the Curtain of his Mistress's Picture.

Writ on her Lute.

To his Dream.

Commanded to conceal his Love.

The Phenix.

Loves Elegie.

On his Quondum Mistress.

Hespelon, and Amorea.

On the five Senses.

Loves Liberty.

A Dream.

His complaint to the Groves.

To his Ingenuous Friend, J. P. Esq; on Limbing.

A Fancie.

A Contention between a Poet and a Limner.

A Pastorall Poem.

To Amorea on his going to Travell.

Writ at Sea.

To Cloris, imploring a revenge.

To Amorea walking in her Garden.

To Mr. James Sherley on his playes.

On the perfection of Beauty.

To his unconstant Mistress.

An Elegie on the Death of the Princess Royal.

To Phyla.

The difference between a Lute, and a Via

The Change.

To Amorea.

On the Inequalletie of Marraige.

On the Death of his Mistress.

On His Sacred MAJESTIES haypy Restauration.

To the most Honoured Sir James Smith Knight, On his many favours received.

To Celinda.

EPIGRAMS.

To his little Book.

On the Contents of his Book, to the Readers.

ERATA.

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Peace pratling Muse.

A Song.

Peace pratling Muse do, not declare
Her great perfection;
Now she doth not lend an eare
To thy affection,
No alas her thoughts are seated
Too, too high to be repeated:

Come wandring fancy come away
Thou art neglected,
Honour bids thee not to stay
If disrespected,
Never do her parts admire
That thy ruine doth desire:

End hopeless love, for ever end;
She doth not hearken,
Her resolutions all do bend
Thy hopes to darken,
Let her never more delight thee.
If but once She seems to slight thee.

Away, you vain and fond delights
away, be gon,
I nere intend on Hymens Rites
To think upon,
Pardon mee I cannot vow it,
For my dear will not allow it: