Ostella Or the Faction of Love and Beauty Reconcil'd ::

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.

My Resolution.

Ostella discribed.

In the Morning

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.

The Retreat.

Ostella's Kisse.

Returning to my Chamber at night to the Taper.

To Love.

To Ostella's Brother.

Ostella visiting me in time of Sicknesse.

My Scorn to Cupid, or Cupid ungodded.

A Bird presented to Ostella.

Imagination.

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

Reason.

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.

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.

To Ioy.

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.

To 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.

The Swallow.

Vpon my Departure.

DAPHNES.

Occasional Copies upon several SUBJECTS.

To a Mistris that told me, I could not live without her Love.

To a simply Coy Mistress.

To an imperiously proud Mistress, swell'd with my Praises.

Vpon the acquaintance of a Gallant Gentlewoman. To my self.

To a timorously willing Mistress.

Vpon my Noble friend, Richard Lovelace Esquire, his being in Holland. An Invitation.

To a Mistresse that thinks the sight without other enjoyment is Love sufficient.

To a vertuous Lady, on whom Envy had thrown a Scandal, for which she Mourned, and hung her Chamber with Blacks.

Spying Splendora through a Casement.

My Friend Paul Squire.

Seeing a Lady ------

An Occasional Frolick to an unknown Friend.

To a Gentlewoman that Loved me, and I not her.

Another upon the same.

A Dialogue.

To ------

To a Mistresse that bid me make another Choice.

To my self.

To the Deceiving Mistress.

To Mrs. J. H. upon my recovery of a fit of sickness.

To Mrs. I. H. upon the sight of a Marble Coverture or Statue in the Church.

A Frown.

Vpon my leaving off the Company of Hellena.

Songs in a Masque.

1 Song: Fortune Descending.

2 The poor Schollers Song.

3 Song. The Country-life.

4. Song. Ambition.

5. Song.

A Prologue spoken at the Cock-pit, at the coming of the Red-Bull Players thither.

A Prologue spoken at the Red-Bull to a Play called the Whisperer, or what you please.

On the Report of Master William Lawes his Death.

To my Mother, Mris. Dorothy Tatham, one of the Daughters of Christopher Percy of Manson in the County of Dorset, Esquire, then Iustice of Peace and Quorum, and High Sheriff of that County.

Vpon the Death of my Father.

Song.

To Cupid.

To the ------

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To Time.

Thou that ev'n from thy infancy
natures Surveyour hast been,
And with a curious searching eye
her choicest wares hast seen.

As she to a perfection grew
in strength and skill to frame,
Thou did'st encrease in judgement to
commend her works to fame.

Tell me, for thy Propriety
is to discover Truth
And not by subtile Sophistry
to paint or blemish Youth.

Did ever Greece or Rome afford
a Mistress like to mine
Whose breath is Balm whose ev'ry Word
's a Mistery Divine.

And if the Ages past did ne'r
produce her like, then we
May with the self-same safety swear
Her like shall never be.

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To Time.