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The Muses Melody in a Consort Of Poetry

With Diverse occasionall and Compendious Epistles. Composed by the Author Tho. Jordan
Jordan, Thomas (1612?-1685?)
 
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On a Citizen that was so unreasonably jealous of his wife, that he durst not trust her with the neerest in blood of her own kindred.
 
Peccavi, to a vertuous Lady, who was vitiously solicited by a Gentleman whilst she was in her mourning.
 
On handsome women that will marry fools.
 
An Apology to a coy Lady for a passionate Letter which a Gent. writ to her when she returned back to him a Diamond which he before had presented.
 
On a cruel Creditor.
 
On Rebellion.
 
UILLAINIE.
 
Defence composed for his friend Mr. Th. Ea. who ignorantly had perswaded some Gentlemen his friends to wash their faces with Mercury, one of them being an elect Bridegroom, the night immediately before the Nuptials, who the next day were much blistered with the venome, and he much accused by the Ladyes, as if it had been done on purpose.
 
An Ode composed for three voices, at a celebration of the Birth-day of the much honoured G. D. Gent. on Novemb. 29.
 
A Vote to the much honored Thomas Bridges, Merchant in Alderman-bury London, and to his most vertuous wife.
 
An Epitaph on a scold.
 
On Jack Summer, who with two shillings, won twenty pounds of Captaine Swallow.
 
On Scorta.
 
An Epitaph on Mr. Will. Lawes Batchelor in Musick, who was mortally shot at the siege of Westchester.
 
A Defence for Musick in its Practique and Theorick, Dedicated to all Lovers of Harmony, but more especially to the much honored
 
A Banquet of Discord, dish'd up and dedicated to all lovers of Confusion, and contemners of Concord.
 
An Epigram on a Mad-man.
 
A meer Souldiers Resolution, written by his own direction in the yeer 1642.
 
An Elegie and Epitaph, in two Acrosticks, composed on the pious memory of Mistress Grace Drayton, late wife to William Drayton Gentleman, unto whom she was marryed the 20 of January 1652, and deceased the 20 of June 1653.
 
To his disdainful Mistress, from whom he receiv'd a Repulse at the presentment of his service to lead her by the Arm in the street.
 
On Mrs. Howlet, and Mrs. Boone.
 
To a Black-moor that had married a deformed Spanish woman, and was jealous of an English Gentleman.
 
An Epitaph on a Prisoner for Debt, who dyed of Feaver in the Counter.
 
A Bull made Sense.
 
On Cavaliers wearing of much Ribbon.
 
A Congratulatory to the bountiful Lover of the Liberal Sciences, Sir Thomas Prestwich Baronet.
 
To Coll. Washington, on his word Away with't, &c Composed in 1643.
 
On a Lay-Preacher.
 
To the great lover and protector of Honor and Sciences Sir Henry Newton Knight, &c.

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An Elegie and Epitaph, in two Acrosticks, composed on the pious memory of Mistress Grace Drayton, late wife to William Drayton Gentleman, unto whom she was marryed the 20 of January 1652, and deceased the 20 of June 1653.

Wonder of women, give us leave to burn
Inflamed Incense on thy sacred Urne:
Let our uncessant tears fall on thy Herse,
Like those innumerable drops that pierce
Into hard Marble. She is gone in whom
All female excellence hath found a Tombe;
Modesty, Prudence, Temperance, and Wit,
Devotion, Love and Loyalty do yet
Renown her Name; she was as true a wife,
As was her husbands blood unto his Life:
Young wives, knowing but her, might learn from thence
The Art to twist Love and Obedience:
One in whose ever active soul did move
Nothing but filial fear, and Nuptial Love,

The Epitaph.

Groan, or go by, he that true grief forbears,
Reads that in triumph which we writ in tears.
All joys we banish; they are as contrary,
Compar'd with us, as June and January:
Every Mourner that doth not present
Distilling eys, destroys our Monument.
Reader! within this Cabinet there lies
A Jewel bright, as Sol's meridian Eyes:
Youth mix'd with mental beauty, she was one
That made all Vertues her Complexion.
Oh! let our tears flow freely, for we shall
Ne'er finde more cause to wash a Funeral.
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