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Poems

By Thomas Philipott

Philipot, Thomas

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To the Authour. ENCOMIASTICON.

On the beholding his face in a Glasse.

On the sight of a Clock.

On a Gentlewoman dying in Child-bed of an abortive Daughter.

On a Gentlewoman much deformed with the small pox.

On Julia, throwing snow-balls at him.

To Sir Henry New, upon his re-edifying the Church of Charleton in Kent.

On the sight of a Rivelet, that eight foot off from its Fountain dis-embogues it selfe into the Medway.

On M. Jo. Joscelin, dying of a Feaver.

To a Gentlewoman singing.

On the death of M. Francis Thornhill, slain in a single Duell

On a Farmer, who having buried five of his children of the Plague, planted on each of their graves an Apple-tree.

An Epitaph on Mrs. E. VV.

On the approach of night.

Considerations upon Eternitie.

A divine Hymne.

On the death of a Prince, a Meditation.

To a Lady viewing her self in her Glasse.

On the death of Sir Simon Harcourt, slain at the taking in of Carigs-Main Castle in Ireland.

On a Gentlewoman struct blind with the small Pox.

On the death of M. George Sandys.

On the sight of some rare Pieces and Monuments of Antiquitie, in an Antiquaries Studie.

An Epithalamium.

On a Nymph pourtrayed in stone, that powred forth two spouts of water from her eyes into a Garden.

On one dead of a Dropsie.

To a Gentlewoman viewing her selfe in her glasse.

An Elegie offered up to the memorie of Anne Countesse of Caernarvon

An Elegie on Robert Earle of Caernarvon, slain at the battell of Newberie.

A Pastorall Court-ship.

On a sparke-of fire fixing on a Gentlewomans brest.

On a spark fastening on a Gentlewomans cheek.

On the death of the much admired and much lamented, Mr. Francis Quarles.

A thankfull acknowledgement to those Benefactours that contributed to the re-edifying of Clare-Hall in Cambridge.

Vpon the sight of a Tombe.

On my selfe being sicke of a Feaver.

On the noyse of Thunder.

On one cured of the Stone.

A Parley between an Epicure and a Christian.

A Collation between Death and Sleep.

On himselfe being stung by a Wasp.

On the Nativitie of our Saviour.

On Christs Passion, a Descant

A divine Aspiration.

On the future burning of the World.

On a Gentleman buried in one grave with his daughter, before deceased.

On thought of our Resurrection.

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To the Authour. ENCOMIASTICON.

'Tis Poetrie thou writ'st, Latines call't Verse,
Because it turnes off Active, smooth and Terse,
Greeks call'em Rithme, and Metre, when in sweet
Numbers, and measure they do fitly meet;
These rise, and bravely flie,
Height'ned by Phantasie,
And make true Poesie,
Which many misse, that trie.
A Poet as thou art, (I may be sworne)
Was not so made, but rather so was borne.

And I may say, when I read many a line,
Grac'd with high influence, thou art divine;
The various style endeares it to us more,
Embroyd'red with Conceptions amplest store,
Wits curious Tapestrie,
Hymnes, Past'ralls, Elegies,
Observatives, Divinitie,
Philosophick Scrutinies;
It may be call'd a FLORILEGE for all,
That have not time for studies generall.

Philomusus. T. C.