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A nursery of novelties in Variety of Poetry

Planted for the delightful leisures of Nobility and Ingenuity. Composed by Tho. Jordan
  
  

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Acrostichs.

An Acrostich on Mrs. Hester Noy.

How much I am obliged to your worth,
Each faculty I have cannot set forth;
Sure I shall dye in debt, unless you please
To binde me more by granting a Release:
Excellent Lady, may the Powers above
Reward you with those joyes which Angels love.
Nothing that hath affinity with ill
Oppose your understanding or your will,
Your Vertues, which so copiously extend,
Eternity can onely comprehend.

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An Epithalamium in a double Acrostick, written on the noble Names and sacred Nuptials of the worthily honoured Ewdward Marrow Esquire, and the most truly vertuous Mrs. Anne Grantham.

Eminent Pair! what ever Sidney saw
in Argalus and his PARTHENIA
Doth figure out your Excellence; how then
shall I depict ye with so poor a Penn
What powers shall I implore? Apollo's gon,
for whom my Muse lies drench'd in Helicon
Arts are malignant, Poems out of date,
the Lay-man calls Learning a Reprobate
Reason is banish'd, and whate're did spring
from those fair banks where peace was flourishing
Divinest pair, whose bright perfections are
more luminary then the morning Starr
May all the pleasures Phœbus ever saw
in Europe, Asia, or AMERICA
Attend your genial joyes; what Nature can
contribute to the excellence of man
Redouble your felicity; may night
and day contend which shall yield most delight
Riches and honour, vertue (the best wealth)
beauty, with all the circumstance of health
Obey your wish: and he that will not pray
as I have done, is Love's Anathema
Warre never fright ye, wheresoe're you come
may bright Apollo's harp drown Mars his drum