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Amanda

A Sacrifice To an Unknown Goddesse, or, A Free-Will Offering Of a loving Heart to a Sweet-Heart. By N. H. [i.e. Nicholas Hookes]

Hookes, Nicholas (1628-1712)

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To the Author upon his Amanda.

To the most ingenious Authour upon his excellent Poems.

Upon his ingenious friend's most ingenious Poeme, intituled Amanda.

To his Honoured friend the Author upon his Amanda.

To my deserving friend the Author upon his excellent Poeme Amanda.

The Author to the READER.

The Authour to the Ladies.

AMANDA.

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MISCELLANEA Poetica

To his loving friend M T. G. upon covering his head in the Colledge-Butteries.

An ELEGIE on the death of Mr. Frear Fellow of Trin. Coll. in Cambridge, who died of a Consumption.

An ELEGY on the death of Mr. Crane, Apothecary in Cambridge.

On the immature death of his hopeful friend, Mr. Alexander Rookesby.

An Epithalamium sacred to the Nuptials of the truly Religious Lady, the Lady A. H. and the Valiant and Worthy Sir W. W. Knight.

To Mr. John Mors, Merchant in Kings Lynne, on the death of Mrs. A. Mors his wife.

On the Anniversarie of the fifth of Novem. to the Fellowes of Trin. Coll.

An ELEGY on the death of Dr. MEDCALFE, late Vice-Master of Trin. Col. in Cambr.

An Elegie on the death of Dr. Cumber, late Deane of Carlisle, and sometimes Master of Trin. Coll. in Camb.

To the Fellows of Trin. Coll. at a Feast.

To a spurious Poet.

On the Rout of the disloyal Partie of Scots at Dunbarre.

A Mock-sonnet.

On his bed standing in his study.

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On the Anniversarie of the fifth of Novem. to the Fellowes of Trin. Coll.

'Twere no absurdity if I should wish;
You had dark lanthornes for a second dish,
Sculls and deaths heads will not be out of season,
To put you all in minde of Vaux his treason,
Yet least poor Scholars should have nought to pick
But bones, pray let your feast be Catholick
And superstitious too, so you'l afford
Some holy reliques, for Prince Arthurs board,
Let your mirth this day, and your joyes be mickle,
Had the powder gone off w'had been in a pickle,
And which invention were most damnable,
Pope or sal Peter had been disputable.
But the plot was found, so by accident
Wicked Pope Urban was Pope Innocent.