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

When ever you good Fellows please to feast,
We under-graduates, dogrels at the best,
Poor wits to help you laugh away the time,
Must think't our duty to hold forth in rithme;
Would you allow us coats in honest prose,
Like Sturbridge-puddings in their antick hose.
Instead of halting verse, we'd dance on egges,
Make faces and shew owles between our legges;
'Twould never vex us to afford you sport,
Were but our appetite contented for't;
Whimsies and kick-shaw fancies I confesse,
Are better then a feast of lazinesse;
Yet I had rather be an idle guest,
Then call the Muses up, and get them drest
All nine for three-pence, bonnie Cleio sweares
Te'nt worth the lacing of their stomachers.

If verses 'gin to grow so cheap with us,
Smithfield shall dock and rate my Pegasus,
I'le water Hackneys in Pyrene's streams,
Make Helicon as common as the Thames,
Parnassus to the Levellers I'le sell,
Morgage that Tempe and its sacred Well
To that new sinner Doctor Chamberlin,
To buck and runce his Lady dabchicks in,
Himself shall dipper be and Baptist too,
I'le make my bargain he naught else may do.