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The Works in Verse and Prose

(including hitherto unpublished Mss.) of Sir John Davies: for the first time collected and edited: With memorial-introductions and notes: By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart. In three volumes
Davies, John (1569-1626)

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VOL. I: VERSE.
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Nosce Teipsum.
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Orchestra.
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Hymnes of Astrœa.
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Minor Poems.
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Epigrams, with Additions.
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Ad Musam. 1.
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Of a Gull. 2.
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In Ruffum. 3.
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In Quintam. 4.
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In Plurimos. 5.
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In Titam. 6.
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In Faustum. 7.
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In Katum. 8.
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In Librum. 9.
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In Medontem. 10.
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In Gellam. 11.
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In Quintam. 12.
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In Severum. 13.
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In Leucam. 14.
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In Macrum. 15.
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In Fastum. 16.
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In Cosmum. 17.
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In Flaccum. 18.
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In Cinean. 19.
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In Gerontem. 20.
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In Marcum. 21.
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In Ciprum. 22.
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In Cineam. 23.
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In Gallum. 24.
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In Decium. 25.
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In Gellam. 26.
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In Syllam. 27.
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In Sillam. 28.
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In Haywodum, 29.
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In Dacum. 30.
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In Priscum. 31.
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In Brunum. 32.
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In Francum. 33.
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In Castorem. 34.
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In Septimium. 35.
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Of Tobacco. 36.
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In Crassum. 37.
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In Philonem. 38.
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In Fuscum. 39.
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In Afram. 40.
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In Paulum. 41.
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In Licum. 42.
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In Publium. 43.
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In Sillam. 44.
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In Dacum. 45.
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In Marcum. 46.
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Meditations of a Gull. 47.
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Ad Musam. 48.
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Appendix to Epigrams:
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Hitherto Unpublished Poems.
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Miscellaneous Poems.

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248

HYMNE XII. To her Picture.

Extreame was his audacitie,
Little his skill, that finisht thee;
I am asham'd and sorry,
So dull her counterfeit should bee,
And she so full of glory.
But here are colours red and white,
Each line, and each proportion right;
These lines, this red and whitenesse,
Haue wanting yet a life and light,
A maiestie, and brightnesse.
Rude counterfeit, I then did erre,
Euen now when I would needs inferre
Great boldnesse in thy maker:
I did mistake, he was not bold,
Nor durst his eyes her eyes behold:
And this made him mistake her.
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