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 |
Amorea, The Lost Lover | ||
To his ever Honoured friend Mr P. I. on his Amorea.
Should I commend thy Poems, that would beA needless complement, for all do see:
That do but read thy works, thou hast out-gone,
More then I'me able speak, or think upon?
Yet this I dare afirme what thou hast writ
Thou hast not borrowed from anothers wit:
Thy muse doth scorn that any one should say
I've read those verses once before to day,
No thus I'le pubblish (with a be it known
To all the world) the Poems are thy own
Thy Amorea hath no other plumes
To set her out, no Paint, nor yet perfumes,
No braded hair, no Peacook-couller gown?
She's in a moddest dress, and tis her own
In which i'le leave her to the pubblick vew
Of the Ingenious Readers: friend Adus.
Jo. Frankelin
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