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Poems by Matthew Stevenson

Stevenson, Matthew (fl. 1654-1685)

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Mathew Stevenson

To my Ingenious Friend, Mr. Matthew Stevenson on His Excellent Poems.

To my Friend V. O. on his reading to me several Queint Poems of Mr. Stevenson's.

To my Ingenious Friend the Author.

To my Ingenious Friend the Author.

A PANEGYRICK UPON The Right Honourable EDWARD Lord Marquess of WORCESTER,

A Complement of a Gentleman in his Ale to a Lady of Quality.

Upon a Vintner that draws the Gentry better Wine upon Trust, than his daily Guests, the Dyers, for ready mony.

The Fair Prisoner.

York-shire Ale.

Upon a Great Gamester that slights his Wife and keeps a Wench, and at Play lost his Brothers Cloak, who was bound for the Indies.

L. B. To his Mistris E. R. to whom he sent half a dozen pair of Gloves, which She sent back again, and after would have had them, and he would not send them.

To His Sweet-Heart Mistris Mary, A Papist.

Upon the Fair Mistris Elizabeth White, Her Pocket pickt in Pye-Corner of twenty shillings, and a Key wrapt up in a piece of Holland.

From York to my Forgetful Friends in Lombard-Street.

Upon Mrs. Bell forfeiting her Faith to Her first Love, and Marrying another.

Upon two Cambridge Scholars at a baudy-House.

The Master to His Scholars, barring him out at Christmas.

An Answer to a Song call'd Fair Archybella to whose eyes, &c.

Upon a Girle, would be his Wife, 'cause She had been his Wench.

The Sheep to his Shrew.

Upon a Pye lin'd with a couple of Geese, and Norfolk Lincks, after long expecting sent by the Carts.

Upon one (Twine) Drawn, hang'd and quarter'd for Printing Treason.

Upon Norwich Gallowes set in the Town-close and the first there Executed was one Clarke.

Upon a Young Tradesman carrying News to a Knight, his Wife was brought to Bed of a Boy, bad him acquaint the Parish.

The Nameless Bride.

I. G. to Will a Footman, his Rival.

Phylis Funeral.

Love-sick Lucilla to her unkind Shepheard

To Charola the Coy.

Abstemia to Her importunate Lover.

P. T. Of the Old Exchange to the Right Honourable, the Countess of Dorset, promising him her Kinswoman in Marriage.

A Drunken Porter reeling into the Ring to wrastle with a Taylor.

To my strange Rival engrossing both his own Mistris, and mine too.

The Middle Sister.

To my Rival presenting my Mistris Gold, upon her Journey.

In Commendation of York-shire Ale.

Upon the Shooemakers offering a Pair of Shooes for an Answer.

A Stripling to his Lady who lookt upon him as too young.

Love, blind, or not Blind?

A Gentleman to a Lady that told him he lookt asquint upon her.

An Elegy upon Sir Henry Wright Baronet, who dyed Feb. 5. 1663.

Upon a Gentleman drown'd, and lost in the River Wharfe in Yorkshire.

Upon a Lady at York dying in Child-Birth.

Epitaph upon Mr. Robert Dey Apothecary.

Epitaph upon a Weaver.

Upon one Mr. Lee, desiring some Friends of his to steal a Westphalia Ham, and giving them Sack to it.

Upon a City Captain in Eutopia, arresting a Book-seller for beating him.

Plain Dealing.

As plain dealing, being the Ladies Answer.

Upon a long, long'd for Friend contingently met in an Inn, who lay all night next Chamber to me, and I never knew it till next morning.

The Scotch Covenant Army first coming into England.

King CHARLES the First.

The High and Mighty Monarch CHARLES the Second.

Upon George Satchell, presenting his Master Kid instead of Fawn.

Upon a Gentleman presenting His Mistris a young Cypress Cat.

To Captain John Clarke, upon his Activity in suppressing the Phanaticks.

CAPTAIN JOHN CLARKE.

Upon forty shillings refus'd for a Nightingal that dyed next day.

To the foul and false.

To the Fair and Faithful.

Upon a Friend calling me out in a frosty Morning to take a walk to Holloway before day.

Upon a Gentlewoman providing a second Husband whilst her first was alive.

The Vizor Mask.

Upon a Mad Parson playing at Tables for Tobacco, and carried to the Compter.

Upon a Leicester-shire Parson in his Pulpit inveighing against Citizens, particularly one Gentleman present in the Church, and Suitor to a Gentlemans Daughter of the Parish, warning the Maids Parents to take heed, for Citizens come in fine Cloaths, which, 'tis like they never paid for.

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Plain Dealing.

Written by Mr. A. B.

1

Well, well, 'tis true,
I am now faln in Love,
And 'tis with You.
But since I plainly see,
Whilst you'r enthron'd by me above,
You all your Arts, and Powers improve
To tyrant over me,
And make my flames th' incentives of Your scorn,
Whilst You rejoyce, and feast Your eyes,
To see me thus forlorn.

2

But yet be wise,
And don't believe that I
Did think Your eyes
Brighter than Stars could be,
Or, that Your Face Angels out-vies
In their Cœlestial Liveries,
'Tis all but Poetry,
I could have said as much by any she,
You are not Beauteous of your self,
But are made so by me.

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3

Though we like fools
Fathom the Earth, the Sky,
And drein the Schools
For names t'express you by.
Out-rant the lowd'st Hyperboles
To dub ye Saints, and Deities,
By Cupids Heraldry.
We know y'are flesh and blood as well as Men,
And when we please, can mortalize,
And make ye so again.

4

But since that fate
Has drawn me to the sin
That I did hate,
He not my labour loose;
But purpose, since my hand is in,
Thus to love on, as I begin,
Spite of those Arts you use,
And let You see the World is not so bare,
There's things enough to love, beside
Such toyes as Women are.

5

I'le love good Wine,
Ile love my Book, my Muse,
Nay all the nine.
Ile love my real Friend,
Ile love my Horse, or, could I chuse
One that would not my Love abuse.
To Her my Love should bend.

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Ile love all those that laugh, and those that sing,
Ile love my Country, Prince and Laws,
And those that love the King.