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The poems and translations of Sir Edward Sherburne (1616-1702)

excluding Seneca and Manilius Introduced and Annotated by F. J. Van Beeck

Sherburne, Edward (1618-1702)

POEMS AND TRANSLATIONS 1651

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THE SYRACUSIANS,

Chloris Eyes and Breasts.

Love's Arithmetick.

Cælia weeping.

Novo Inamoramento.

The Resemblance.

Love once, Love ever.

The sweet Meat.

Violets in Thaumantia's Bosome.

An old Shepheard to a young Nymph.

Beauty encreased by Pity.

Weeping and Kissing.

Change defended.

The Microcosme.

A Maid in Love with a Youth blind of one Eye.

The broken Faith.

Complaint on the Death of Sylvia, to the River.

A Shepheard inviting a Nymph to his Cottage.

Sogno, a la sua donna

The Penitent Murderer.

The Pastorall Wooing.

On the Picture of Icarus in Wax.

On a Marble Statue of Nero, which falling kill'd a Child.

On an Ill Husband and Wife.

On Candidus, a rich Miser.

On Bassus a Pittifull Poet.

On a Boy kill'd by the fall of an Icesicle.

On Nestor a whisperer.

On Martinia, an old, old, leacherous—

On Philomuse, a needy Newesmonger.

On Aulus a Poet-Hater.

On Lentinus, being troubled with an Ague.

On Phœbus that wore leather Caps.

On Horace a poor fellow.

On a Swallow torn in Peeces by her Fellowes.

To Apollo pursuing Daphne.

De Erotio Puella.

On Mancinus a Prating Braggart.

On Caius, one of large Promises, but small Performances.

To Posthumus, an Ill Liver.

On Cinna a bold Suter.

The happy life. To Julius Martialis.

Epitaphium Glauciæ.

On Parthenopæus.

The Choice of his Mistris.

On Baucis, an old drunken Crone.

On Captain Ansa, a bragging Run-away.

On Marcus Anton: Primus his Picture.

Ad Puellam edentulam.

Epitaph on an old drunken Crone.

On Bibinus, a notorious Drunkard.

On poor Codrus, who though blind, was yet in Love.

PRINTED POEMS from Books by Various Authors

MANUSCRIPT POEMS, FRAGMENTS, DRAFTS.

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On Nestor a whisperer.

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Mart. l. 3. Epig. 28.

Thou wonder'st Marius Ears should smell so Ill:
They may thank thee; thou whisper'st in 'em still.