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The Whole Works of William Browne

of Tavistock ... Now first collected and edited, with a memoir of the poet, and notes, by W. Carew Hazlitt, of the Inner Temple
Browne, William (1590- ca. 1645)

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THE FIRST VOLUME, THE SECOND VOLUME.
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Britannia's PASTORALS.
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THE SHEPHEARDS PIPE.
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THE INNER TEMPLE MASQUE.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS
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I. Love Poems.
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II. Odes, Songs, and Sonnets.
  
An Ode.
  
A ROUNDE.
  
[Vnhappy Muse, that nothing pleasest me]
  
THIRSIS' PRAISE OF HIS MISTRESSE.
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CŒLIA.
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III. Epistles.
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IV. Elegies.
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V. Visions.
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VI. Epigrams.
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VII. Epitaphs.
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VIII. Paraphrases, &c.
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IX. Miscellaneous Pieces.
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X. Commendatory Verses.

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TO THE VERTVOVS and much lamenting Sisters of my euer admired friend, Mr Thomas Manvvood.

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 To me more known then you, is your sad chance,
Oh! had I still enjoy'd such ignorance;
Then I by these spent teares had not bin known,
Nor left anothers griefe to sing mine owne.
Yet since his fate hath wrought these throes
Permit a Partner in your woes:
The cause doth yeeld, and still may do
Ynough for Yov, and others too
But if such plaints for Yov are kept,
Yet may I grieue since you haue wept.
For hee more perfect growes to bee
That feeles anothers Miserie.
And thogh these drops wch mourning run,
From seuerall Fountaines first begun:
And some farre off, some neerer fleete,
They will (at last) in one streame meete.
Mine shal with yours, yours mix wth mine
And make one Offring at his Shrine:
For whose Eternitie on earth, my Muse
To build this Altar, did her best skill vse;
And that you, I, and all that held him deere,
Our teares and sighes might freely offer heere.
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