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Lucasta

Posthume Poems of Richard Lovelace

Lovelace, Richard (1618-1658)

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THE DEDICATION. To the Right Honorable John Lovelace Esquire.

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In allusion to the French-Song. N'entendez vous pas ce language.

Love Inthron'd.

A Black patch on Lucasta's Face.

Lucasta at the Bath.

Courante Monsieur.

A loose Saraband.

Love made in the first Age:

To a Lady withchild that ask'd an Old Shirt.

Cupid far gone.

A Fly caught in a Cobweb.

A Fly about a Glasse of Burnt Claret.

Lute and Voice.

The Toad and Spyder.

The Triumphs OF PHILAMORE and AMORET.

Advice to my best Brother. Coll: Francis Lovelace.

An Anniversary On the Hymeneals of my noble Kinsman Tho. Stanley Esquire.

Paris's Second Judgement, Upon the three Daughters of my Dear Brother Mr. R. Cæsar.

To my Dear Friend Mr. E. R. On his Poems Moral and Divine.

To my Noble Kinsman T. S. Esq; On his Lyrick Poems composed by Mr. J. G.

On the Best, last, and only remaining Comedy of Mr. Fletcher.

To Dr. F. B. On his Book of Chesse.

To the Genius of Mr. John Hall On his exxct Translation of Hierocles his Comment upon the golden Verses of Pythagoras.

On Sanazar's being honoured with six hundred Duckets by the Clarissimi of Venice, for composing an Eligiack Hexastick of The City.

ELEGIES SACRED To the Memory of the AUTHOR:

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In allusion to the French-Song. N'entendez vous pas ce language.

Cho.

Then understand you not (Fair choice)
This Language without tongue or voice

1

How often have my Tears
Invaded your soft Ears,
And dropt their silent Chimes
A thousand thousand times,
Whilst Echo did your eyes,
And sweetly Sympathize;
But that the wary Lid
Their Sluces did forbid

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Cho.

Then understand you not (Fair choice)
This Language without tongue or voice?

2

My Arms did plead my wound,
Each in the other bound;
Volleys of Sighs did crowd,
And ring my griefs alowd;
Grones, like a Canon Ball,
Batter'd the Marble Wall,
That the kind Neighb'ring Grove,
Did mutiny for Love.

Cho.

Then understand you not (Fair Choice)
This Language without tongue or voice?

3

The Rheth'rick of my Hand
Woo'd you to understand;
Nay, in our silent walk
My very Feet would talk,
My Knees were eloquent,
And spake the Love I meant;
But deaf unto that Ayr,
They bent, would fall in Prayer.

Cho.

Yet understand you not (Fair Choice)
This Language without tongue or voice?

4

No? Know then I would melt,
On every Limb I felt,
And on each naked part
Spread my expanded Heart,
That not a Vein of thee,
But should be fill'd with mee.

5

Whil'st on thine own Down, I
Would tumble, pant, and dye.

Cho.

You understand not this (Fair Choice;)
This Language wants both tongue and voice.