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The poems of George Daniel

... From the original mss. in the British Museum: Hitherto unprinted. Edited, with introduction, notes, and illustrations, portrait, &c. By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart: In four volumes
Daniel, George (1616-1657)

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VOL. I.
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VOL. II.
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Scattered Fancies;
  
Carmen Protrepticon; Lectori
 I. 
ODE I
 II. 
ODE II
 III. 
ODE III.
 IV. 
ODE IV.
 V. 
ODE V.
 VI. 
ODE VI.
 VII. 
ODE VII.
 VIII. 
ODE VIII.
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ODE IX.
 X. 
ODE X.
 XI. 
ODE XI.
 XII. 
ODE XII.
 XIII. 
ODE XIII.
 XIV. 
ODE XIV.
 XV. 
ODE XV.
 XVI. 
ODE XVI.
 XVII. 
ODE XVII.
 XVIII. 
ODE XVIII.
 XIX. 
ODE XIX.
 XX. 
ODE XX.
 XXI. 
ODE XXI.
 XXII. 
ODE XXII.
 XXIII. 
ODE XXIII.
 XXIV. 
ODE XXIV.
 XXV. 
ODE XXV.
 XXVI. 
ODE XXVI.
 XXVII. 
ODE XXVII.
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ODE XXVIII.
 XXIX. 
ODE XXIX.
 XXX. 
ODE XXX.
 XXXI. 
ODE XXXI.
 XXXII. 
ODE XXXII.
 XXXIII. 
ODE XXXIII.
 XXXIV. 
ODE XXXIV.
 XXXV. 
ODE XXXV.
 XXXVI. 
ODE XXXVI.
 XXXVII. 
ODE XXXVII.
 XXXVIII. 
ODE XXXVIII.
 XXXIX. 
ODE XXXIX.
 XL. 
ODE XL.
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ODE XLI.
 XLII. 
ODE XLII.
 XLIII. 
ODE XLIII.
 XLIV. 
ODE XLIV.
 XLV. 
ODE XLV.
 XLVI. 
ODE XLVI.
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ODE XLVII.
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ODE XLVIII.
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ODE XLIX.
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ODE L.
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ODE LI.
 LII. 
ODE LII.
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ODE LIII.
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ODE LIV.
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ODE LV.
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ODE LVI.
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ODE LVII.
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ODE LVIII.
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ODE LIX.
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FURTHER POEMS.
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ΙΙΟΛΥΛΟΓΙΑ;
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Eclesiasticus:
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VOL. III. VOL. IV.
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TRINARCHODIA
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The severall Raignes of Richard the Second Henrie the Fourth, & Henrie the Fifth
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6

ODE III.

[Give me the Sober Muse and Simple Thought]

1

Give me the Sober Muse and Simple Thought,
To furnish out my Loome;
Let others come,
As they affect, in finer garments Clad;
Happilie farder fett and dearer bought.
If I had sought such, Such I could have had,
At the same rate,
But I decline that State;
Give me the Sober Muse, and Simple Thought.

2

Expect noe fine Thing here, noe gaudie knacke;
But Course and Common Things.
Our Larum rings
Not to the giddie Eare who seekes the Chime
Of Scurril Langvage; or affects the Smacke
Of Brothel-feats, laid Centinel in Rime,
How to betray
Soules to a Sad Decay;
Expect noe fine Thing here, noe gaudie knacke.

3

Oft have I bene deceived; but ofter you
Whose Ioy, in firéd blood
You make your good;
And pant, to see a Fancie Set to light,
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That may blow vp old fire, or adde a New
Vnmanlie itching, to the feeble Spright.
Let your thoughts move,
To somewhat worthie of your Love;
Oft have I bene deceived, but ofter you.

4

Repent it, ere too late, Repent in Time,
The Error of your witt;
Thinke it vnfitt
For high-borne Man, soe poorlie to decline;
Scorne sordid Earth, and Ioy, in the Sublime
Raptures of Truth, clad in the liveing Shine
Of modest Fire;
And hate your old Desire:
Repent it, ere too late, Repent in time.

5

Goe, learne the better Arts of Innocence;
Which will instruct you how
To scorne, what now
You sought with Eagernes; and to your Soule,
Propose a richer prize, at lesse expence;
Where the true pleasure lives, without controule
Of doubt or Feare;
One other Step will bring you there:
Goe, learne the better Arts of Innocence.
8

6

Error has many waies t' entrap a Soule;
A thousand more
Then wee Account her Store;
Changing to everie Sence, with what they please.
Now Light, now fixed, Sometime seeming foule
Vnto the Sence; when She the Sence doth seize
With greater might,
And with as great Delight;
Error has many waies t' entrap a Soule.

7

Depart, false seeming-Ioyes. fond Mirth, Depart;
Treachers of old,
Growne in our Age more bold;
Light hopes and feirce Affections, quit the place;
Lay by your Tirant Scepter; for my heart
Is free to Truth, disdaining Servile waies
Of blinded Sence,
And Passions' large pretence:
Depart, false seeming-Ioyes, fond Mirth, depart.

8

Am I not Sworne a Denizon to Truth?
A free Associate,
Within that State,
Where heaven-bred Peace is Qveene? Onlie to her
I vow the remnant of my halfe-Spent youth;
And never lend false Smiles, an Eye nor Eare;
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Noe more Suggest
Your pleasures to my brest;
Am I not Sworne a Denizon to Truth?

9

Nere may my Thoughts Swerve from their fixéd home;
But here in Raptures dwell,
Which none can tell,
Who, blind with Error, run in Sensuall waies;
And though the blood-fired Ruffian, rageing come
With Scorne against my verse; and Spend his praise
In Balladrie,
Defending Luxurie;
Nere may my Thoughts Swerve from their fixéd home.

10

Iust now he frownes, to Strike the Poet dead,
If Eyes could wound, or kill;
And calls them Ill,
The verses he has read; and Sweats, and Swears
A brain-sicke Frensie, overburdenéd,
Has run a Larum to abuse his Eares;
And bring a Cold
Ere years, to make him old;
Iust now he frownes, to Strike the Poet dead.

11

Erect that drowsie head, and yet see Day.
See, the bright Skies
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Would Shoot into thy Eyes,
With Glorie, to informe misgvided Sence.
Yet be a Man, and heare what all men Say.
There is a way of Truth and Excellence,
Where Ioy and love,
Will teach the Soule to move:
Erect that drousie head, and yet see Day.

12

Let others Sing of Love and loose delights;
My sober Qvill has vowed
(Though vnderstood
Perhaps by few) to vse her Inke, in praise
Of glorious vertue; this, the irksome nights
Shall melt; and be the labour of my Dayes;
This Sacred Straine,
My howers shall entertaine;
Let others Sing of Love and loose Delights.
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