Love's Dialect or; Poeticall Varieties; Digested Into a Miscelanie of various fancies. Composed by Tho. Iordan |
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To his Friend the Author Mr. Thomas Jordan, on his Varieties.
I must not Iordan passe, though the waves glidewith equall favour of the winde and tide:
Nor for the land will I forsake the streames,
On whose brow danceth flowrie Anadems.
But every limbe bathing in fresh delight,
Quicken the bravery of my appetite,
I scud amid'st the Curles, and with my palme,
Stroake the delicious waters in a calme,
Whose vertues are more powerfull in their birth,
Then all the distillations of the earth;
To sip of this from Cupids hollow hand,
Creates effects more strange then dart, or brand:
Quaffe Candid Reader, but dull clots be gone,
For Iordan's waters, are pure Helicon.
Ed. May.
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