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The Muses Melody in a Consort Of Poetry

With Diverse occasionall and Compendious Epistles. Composed by the Author Tho. Jordan

Jordan, Thomas (1612?-1685?)

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On a Citizen that was so unreasonably jealous of his wife, that he durst not trust her with the neerest in blood of her own kindred.

Peccavi, to a vertuous Lady, who was vitiously solicited by a Gentleman whilst she was in her mourning.

On handsome women that will marry fools.

An Apology to a coy Lady for a passionate Letter which a Gent. writ to her when she returned back to him a Diamond which he before had presented.

On a cruel Creditor.

Defence composed for his friend Mr. Th. Ea. who ignorantly had perswaded some Gentlemen his friends to wash their faces with Mercury, one of them being an elect Bridegroom, the night immediately before the Nuptials, who the next day were much blistered with the venome, and he much accused by the Ladyes, as if it had been done on purpose.

An Ode composed for three voices, at a celebration of the Birth-day of the much honoured G. D. Gent. on Novemb. 29.

A Vote to the much honored Thomas Bridges, Merchant in Alderman-bury London, and to his most vertuous wife.

An Epitaph on a scold.

On Jack Summer, who with two shillings, won twenty pounds of Captaine Swallow.

An Epitaph on Mr. Will. Lawes Batchelor in Musick, who was mortally shot at the siege of Westchester.

A Defence for Musick in its Practique and Theorick, Dedicated to all Lovers of Harmony, but more especially to the much honored

A Banquet of Discord, dish'd up and dedicated to all lovers of Confusion, and contemners of Concord.

An Epigram on a Mad-man.

A meer Souldiers Resolution, written by his own direction in the yeer 1642.

An Elegie and Epitaph, in two Acrosticks, composed on the pious memory of Mistress Grace Drayton, late wife to William Drayton Gentleman, unto whom she was marryed the 20 of January 1652, and deceased the 20 of June 1653.

To his disdainful Mistress, from whom he receiv'd a Repulse at the presentment of his service to lead her by the Arm in the street.

On Mrs. Howlet, and Mrs. Boone.

To a Black-moor that had married a deformed Spanish woman, and was jealous of an English Gentleman.

An Epitaph on a Prisoner for Debt, who dyed of Feaver in the Counter.

A Bull made Sense.

On Cavaliers wearing of much Ribbon.

A Congratulatory to the bountiful Lover of the Liberal Sciences, Sir Thomas Prestwich Baronet.

To Coll. Washington, on his word Away with't, &c Composed in 1643.

On a Lay-Preacher.

To the great lover and protector of Honor and Sciences Sir Henry Newton Knight, &c.

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An Apology to a coy Lady for a passionate Letter which a Gent. writ to her when she returned back to him a Diamond which he before had presented.

Madam! In such a calm of peaceful aire
As the self-fenrenc'd sinner sighs in Prayer,
I do salute your Candor; and desire
Your mercy may with pardon, quench the fire
Of my late Passions, for I must confess
Though they were truths, they wore too wild a dress:
I quite forgat the boundless distance that
Is set betwixt my lowness and your state:
And should (but that I see you disapprove)
In time have been a Leveler in Love:
You have reform'd my error, and (with high
Distaste) dismounted my soft heresie;
I am yovr Proselyte, and shall declare
To Lovers (such as I am) that they are
In desperate error if they dare to prove
Man's merit can deserve a Lady's love:
Ther's no such thing in nature; he that can
But scent the aire that issues from her fan,
Hath happiness enough; and he that wears
Her scorns, is paid for all his vows and tears.
His rings and ribbons are oblations that
Defile the shrine which they are offer'd at:
Else (honoured Lady) sure that trifle which
Your Iv'ry finger lately did enrich,
Had not been with such detestation sent
To him that loves you like his nourishment:

What is the motive (Madam) I am more
Tortur'd to know the cause, then feel the soar:
Pray speak it plainly, for the noblest dress
Of Truth is her own native nakedness:
I never yet committed an offence
That was too horrid for my Audience.
I will attend you with undaunted ear,
Although you utter all that I can fear:
My constitution boldly shall endure
To lose that limb which will admit no cure:
I wish you all the happiness that can
(With wisest search) be found in the best man:
May him whom you shall please to favour be
Sincere in all his services for she
That leaves a true heart for a fained one,
Doth give a Di'mond for a Bristow Stone.