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Men-Miracles

With other Poemes. By M. LL. St [i.e.Martin Lluelyn]

Lluelyn, Martin (1616-1682)

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To my Ingenious Freind Captaine LL.

To the Author on his Poems.

To the Author on his Poems.

A CVRSE TO VULCAN,

The Life and Death of Jacke the Nimble, cheife saddle Nagge to Doctor S. C. of C.

Enter Maurice Dancer.

Enter the Country Fidler.

Enter the Taberer.

Enter the Bag-piper.

Enter the Harper.

Epilogue. The Witney Prayer.

Master W. H. his Song to his Wife at Windsor.

The Spy of the Buttery,

[Yet for aule her hast]

Verses made in Bed to one studying in the same Chamber.

Epithalium. To Mistris M. A.

Song against Ale.

Ralph's speciall Care,

Irish-love Song.

To my Lord B. of Ch. when I presented him a Play.

To Dr. F. Deane of Ch. Ch. now Vicechancellour of Oxford, upon the Same occasion.

To my Lord C. An. 1640.

To my freind Mr J. F. at Leyden.

To the same, being his Valentine.

On the Author of Love Melancholy. Second Edition.

To my Lord B. of S. he being at Yorke.

To my Lord B. of S. on New-yeares Day, 1643.

To Mistris D. C.

A SATYR, OCCASIONED BY The Author's Survey of a Scandalous Pamphlet Intituled, The Kings Cabinet Opened.

Elegie. On the Death of Sir Henry Spelman.

Elegie On the Death of Sir Bevile Grenvile.

Elegie. On C. W. H. slaine at Newarke.

Elegie. On the death of Sir John Smith Standard Bearer to His Majesty.

Elegie. On the death of Sir Horatio Vere.

Elegie. On the Death of Master R. B. Student of Ch. Ch.

Elegie. On the death of Master H. C.

Epitaph on the same.

Epitaph on—borne tenne Weekes before his Time, died at three Quarters.

Elegie. On the death of Master W. Cartwright.

AN ELEGIE ON THE MOST REVEREND FATHER in God Wiillam, Lord Arch-Bishop of Canterbury,

Elegie: On the death of Mistris Chaworth.

Epitaph. On Mistris R.

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Epilogue. The Witney Prayer.

Now God a blesse King Charles, and send him to be merry.
And bring our Noble Queene a safe over the Ferry.
The Prince, marry save him, and the Duke his owne Brother.
God a blessing light upon him, he is eene such another.
I say the Dukes Worship, for and whose sweet sake
Was a cheifely intended we of Witney, and the Wake.