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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.

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Against Platonick Court-Love.

In praise of Amanda's beautie.

His love to Amanda.

To Amanda doubting her mortality.

A Sacrifice to Amanda.

To Amanda putting flowers in her bosome.

To Amanda over-hearing her Sing.

To Amanda Reading.

To Amanda leaving him alone.

A melancholly Fit.

An Enthusiasm to Amanda feasting.

To Amanda pledging him.

To Amanda drinking to him.

To Amanda not drinking off her wine.

To Amanda upon her smile.

On Amanda his friend, desiring him to fall to

To Amanda desirous to go to bed.

To Amanda igoing to Prayer.

On Amanda praying.

To Amanda after her Prayers.

To Amanda undressing her.

To Amanda lying in bed.

On Amanda fallen asleep.

To Amanda waking.

A morning Salute to Amanda.

To Amanda washing her hands.

To Amanda after she had wash't.

To Amanda walking in the Garden.

To Amanda seeming to deny his request.

To Amanda desirous to drink.

To Amanda inviting her to walk.

To Amanda walking abroad.

To Amanda like to be taken in a showre.

To Amanda fearing a second showre.

An Answer to Amanda's question.

A game at Chesse with Amanda.

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To his most Noble Friend Sir T. L. B. of Shingle hall.

To Mr. LILLY, Musick-Master in Cambridge.

To Amanda mistrusting her love.

To Amanda, on her picture drawn with a Lute in her hand

To Amanda on her dimples.

On Amanda's black eye-browes.

Good wishes to Amanda.

Amanda's Beautie preferr'd.

On Amanda's dimples.

To Amanda on her black browes.

To his best friend Mr. T. H.

To my Noblest and ever-Honoured friend, Sir Thomas Leventhorp, Baronet.

Nothing like his love to Amanda.

To Amanda supposing and wishing she were with childe.

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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.

On his bed standing in his study.

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To Amanda drinking to him.

A better Cordial Heaven cannot give,
Sprinkle a dead man with't, 'twill make him live;
And force the soul, hudling its atomes up
To a retreat only to kisse the Cup;
'Tis a soul-saving kindnesse, can recal
Love to a frolick in its Funeral:
My heart shall ne'er be sad more through despair,
I feel a world of Heavens created there;
I conceive swarmes of Cupids newly born,
To which Amanda's Midwife; I'le be sworn,
My flesh turnes all to Cupids; here, and there
How I engender Cupids ev'ry where!
Still I teem Cupid's; Cupids chaste and pure,

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I shall be eaten up with Cupids sure;
On my chap't heart I feel them creep about,
Like Emmets at their crannies in and out;
More and more Cupids still are borne anew,
And all these Cupids are begot on you;
You are their Mother-nurse; Dear, prethy then
Drink to thy Dearest once agen.
Then I'le be all o're Cupids, my best blood
Shall be their drink, my heart their chiefest food;
Cupids shall eate me whil'st thou drink'st to me.
Eate whil'st I pledge thee too; who would not be
Meat for such pretty loving wormes my Faire,
Such loving wormes as these sweet Cupids are?
Whil'st me their feast these wormes, these Cupids have,
Amanda shall interre me, she's my grave.