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Claraphil and Clarinda

in a forrest of fancies. By Tho: Jordan

Jordan, Thomas (1612?-1685?)

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TO CLARINDA:

To Clarinda (his Love) upon Refusal of a Kiss.

A Wish for a Widow, in the Character of a good Husband.

An Epithalamium on the much honoured Pair T. S. Esquire, and Mrs. D. E.

An Acrostich on two Pairs of Inseparable Friends married in one Day.

An Acrostical Eulogie, written on the worthy name of Mr. William Legassick, second sonne to Mr. Henry Legassick, of little Hempstead in the County of Devon.

A double Acrostick, composed on the Names of Mr. Francis Jordan of Ensham in the County of Oxon, and Th. Jordan the Author.

A Cross Acrostich, on two crosst Lovers.

A New-years Gift in the ordinary Acrostich to his Friend Mr. John Curling.

On the hononored Services of the most worthy Col. Rokeby, under the Command of Monsieur Gashion the French General against the Spanish Forces.

The Anti-platonick by I. C. with an Answer by T. I.

The Answer.

A Blessing to my Creditors.

The Eccho's Oracle, an Eclogue betwixt Melancholicus and Aulicus.

A Bill of Love.

A Farewell to his worthy Friend, Mr John Curling upon his Voyage to the Indies.

The Pursuit betwixt Claraphil and Clarinda.

The Reply of Claraphil to another Air.

Chorus by Both, with a through Bass.

The Senses.

A Song, sung by Mr. Bushel's Miners in Devonshire, written in 1645.

A Ramble by Mr. A. B.

The Answer.

The Prisoners.

On Clarinda her Answering I and No.

An Elegie on a Good Man.

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The Senses.

Clarinda , in thy face,
Is all that ever was,
Pertaining unto Beauty, Youth, and Grace,
I prethee let me Gaze?

No Angel in a Sphere,
Doth sing so sweet and cleer,
His heavenly Hallelujah to Heavens ear;
I prethee let me Hear?

Thy breathing doth excel,
The Ayr where Roses dwel,
All pestilential peril 'twill expel;
I prethee let me Smell?

Upon thy Lip is plac'd,
Prevention for a Fast,
'Tis so Divine a Julip, I shall last,
For ever, if I Tast.

Although thy heart is steel,
Each Limb, from Head to Heel,
Is soft as Down, that fals from Arachne's Wheel;
I prethee let me Feel?

Give Ear unto my moan,
Let me no longer groan,

Surprize me with thy Senses one by one,
Or I shall lose my own.