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Ostella Or the Faction of Love and Beauty Reconcil'd

By I. T. [i.e. John Tatham]

Tatham, John (fl. 1632-1664)

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The Book to the Reader.

Upon my first sight of OSTELLA.

Ostella discribed.

To Ostella, an Advise before she send an Answer.

Ostella smiling.

To Ostella upon the pain of her Tooth-ach.

To Ostella upon the lamenting the death of her Sparrow.

Vpon the Sparrow.

A Summons to a Seige.

Ostella's Kisse.

Returning to my Chamber at night to the Taper.

To Ostella's Brother.

Ostella visiting me in time of Sicknesse.

My Scorn to Cupid, or Cupid ungodded.

Loves melancholly.

Ostella's Scorn.

A Bird presented to Ostella.

Ostella saying she pittied me, but could not help me.

Ostella saying, she would not say she did, could, nor would not Love me.

To Ostella my Choice.

Ostella Confessing She loved Me.

Ostella asking why: I loved Her.

The Nut to Ostella.

The FACTION. To Ostella.

Ostella asking me how I liked a painted Lady came to see her.

Vpon my assurance of Ostella's Love.

Ostella veiled.

Ostella shewing me Verses sent to her by a friend of mine.

Ostella advising me to leave off drinking Wine.

To one asking how he should know my Mistresse.

My Vow to Ostella upon her doubting my faith.

Vpon an occasion; to Ostella, Of Jealousie.

Ostella forth of Town: To my Heart.

To the worst of Passions.

The Iealous Lovers, A Dialogue.

To my Thoughts.

Ostella's Welcome to Town.

A Dialogue between Love and Honour.

Ostella weeping for my Imprisonment.

Ostella questioning of me concerning Clarinda, a former Mistress.

To Ostella upon her Reproving me and Councelling me from some Inconveniences.

Musick in the dead Season of the Night.

Ostella commanding my absence for a time.

A Dialogue between Nature and Art.

To Ostella upon her saying she wonder'd how one S. B. got into preferment, and not I.

To Ostella, commending meeknesse of Spirit.

Vpon my Departure.

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Musick in the dead Season of the Night.

Ostella hark! how sweetly doth the sound
of Musick in our Ears resound!
How 'tis advanced by the Night!
whose silence adds to the Delight,
Our Senses dead as Night, are by
the Virtue of it's Harmony
Stirr'd and reviv'd, who frisk and play
like wanton Kids in th' dawn of Day.
One Voice doth now more Comfort bring
then the whole Quire of Birds in th'Spring.
It comes to vsit us, like that
rare thing in Man so wond'red at,
Friendship, to set our Spirits free,
when thrall'd in Fortunes Slavery.