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Poems consisting of Epistles and Epigrams, Satyrs, Epitaphs and Elogies, Songs and Sonnets

With variety of other drolling Verses upon several Subjects. Composed by no body must know whom, and are to be had every body knows where, and for somebody knows what [by John Eliot]
 

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To the Great in Worth and Merit as in Honour and Title, the Lady happily Marchioness of Winchester, humbly these.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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To the Great in Worth and Merit as in Honour and Title, the Lady happily Marchioness of Winchester, humbly these.

A New-years Gift.

MADAM,

Could I but dive into the Oceans Breast,
Or climbe those Rocks, that with the clouds contest,
If I could sayl unto the Persian shore,
Or rob the wealthy Indies of their Oare.
Your private walks, and Arbours I would pave
With orient Pearl, and you should Diamonds have,
Such as might dimn the glory of the Sunne,
And make old Nature think her self undone;
With Persian Carpets I would deck your Rooms,
And gold should be, but offerings for your grooms.
But I the diving Dolphin cannot ride,
Nor yet the high eye-daz'ling rock bestride;
I cannot swim unto the Persian shoar,
Nor rob the spatious Indies of their Oar;
Yet, Madam, rather then I would appear,
With empty hand to welcome in this Year,
Or with the Countrie Maid, to shew my loves,
Bring Capons, Hens, or Orange stuck with cloves,
I have my Paper-office search't, and there
Finding some sheets, that never tainted were

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With unclean hands, lines that ne'er saw the Sun,
Nor yet been breath'd upon since they were done.
Of them, I chose with curiosity
Such, as I thought, might take your Ear, or Eye.
Plain dealing, Madam, some a Jewel call,
If you esteem it so, your Honour shall
Finde it like swelling grapes, like fruitful Vine,
Under each leaf, hanging on every line,
Each Satyr wears it in his hayrie Ear,
And in each Epigram it will appear.
Your wonted favour grant then, and I live
Richer then those that thousands have to give.
J. E.