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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

Jenkyn, Pathericke

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To his ever Honoured friend Mr P. I. on his Amorea.

To my dear friend Mr. P. J. on his Amorea.

To his Ingenious Friend Mr. P. J. on his Poems of the King's Return.

To his esteemed friend Mr. P. J. On his Poems.

To his Dear Brother, on his Amorea.

To my dear friend on his Amorea

To his Dear and ever honoured freind Mr. P. J. on his Poems.

To his dear and ever Honoured friend Mr. P. J. On his Poems.

To my dear friend on his Amorea.

To his ever friend Mr P. J. On his Poems.

To Mr P. J. on his Amorea.

To Amorea on his going to Sea.

His Inducement to Love.

To Amorea from Prison.

The Authors danger, and deliverance.

Hopeless Affection.

Under his Mistress's Picture.

On his departing.

A Fancie on Courting.

On the Curtain of his Mistress's Picture.

Writ on her Lute.

To his Dream.

Commanded to conceal his Love.

The Phenix.

Loves Elegie.

On his Quondum Mistress.

Hespelon, and Amorea.

On the five Senses.

Loves Liberty.

A Dream.

His complaint to the Groves.

To his Ingenuous Friend, J. P. Esq; on Limbing.

A Fancie.

A Contention between a Poet and a Limner.

A Pastorall Poem.

To Amorea on his going to Travell.

Writ at Sea.

To Cloris, imploring a revenge.

To Amorea walking in her Garden.

To Mr. James Sherley on his playes.

On the perfection of Beauty.

To his unconstant Mistress.

An Elegie on the Death of the Princess Royal.

To Phyla.

The difference between a Lute, and a Via

The Change.

To Amorea.

On the Inequalletie of Marraige.

On the Death of his Mistress.

On His Sacred MAJESTIES haypy Restauration.

To the most Honoured Sir James Smith Knight, On his many favours received.

To Celinda.

EPIGRAMS.

To his little Book.

On the Contents of his Book, to the Readers.

ERATA.

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An Elegie on the Death of the Princess Royal.

Goe, Ladies, stay, ah goe, no stay and mourn
A while, lay down your Lutes, ah come & turn
Your deep concerned eyes upon this Tombe,
Read, and lament, as if you read your doom
Alas make haste, come pay your Obsequies
Unto her memory with drowned eyes,
Attend this Monument, forget to see
Your selves carrassed, may you ever be,
In mourning habits, and where e're you walk,
May death and Funeralls be all your talk,
And if you sleep, may your dreams be of Bells,
Of Hearses, Coffins, Monuments, and Knells,
May all your daies of pleasure and delight,
Be Metamorphosed to dismal night,
For Vertue's dead, and in her all is gone
That Vertue's very self can think upon;
Now certainly a wrack is to be fear'd,
For gon's the Star, and North, by which you stear'd,
Gone is the Touch-stone, which was wont to try
Whither was richer love, or constancy;

Gone is your Torch, and gone away your Sun;
Your Lights extinguish'd e're it was begun,
Nothing is left but mourning, but you'l say
Who it should concern or dismay,
Or so obliege us HER to think upon;
Is't not enough to tell you Vertue's gone:
It is the Princess whom I'de nam'd, but when
I name Her once, grief drownds my tongue and pen.