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Amorea, The Lost Lover

Or The Idea of Love and Misfortune. Being Poems, Sonets, Songs, Odes, Pastoral, Elegies, Lyrick Poems, and Epigrams. Never before printed. Written by Pathericke Jenkin

Jenkyn, Pathericke

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To his ever Honoured friend Mr P. I. on his Amorea.

To my dear friend Mr. P. J. on his Amorea.

To his Ingenious Friend Mr. P. J. on his Poems of the King's Return.

To his esteemed friend Mr. P. J. On his Poems.

To his Dear Brother, on his Amorea.

To my dear friend on his Amorea

To his Dear and ever honoured freind Mr. P. J. on his Poems.

To his dear and ever Honoured friend Mr. P. J. On his Poems.

To my dear friend on his Amorea.

To his ever friend Mr P. J. On his Poems.

To Mr P. J. on his Amorea.

To Amorea on his going to Sea.

His Inducement to Love.

To Amorea from Prison.

The Authors danger, and deliverance.

Hopeless Affection.

Under his Mistress's Picture.

On his departing.

A Fancie on Courting.

On the Curtain of his Mistress's Picture.

Writ on her Lute.

To his Dream.

Commanded to conceal his Love.

The Phenix.

Loves Elegie.

On his Quondum Mistress.

Hespelon, and Amorea.

On the five Senses.

Loves Liberty.

A Dream.

His complaint to the Groves.

To his Ingenuous Friend, J. P. Esq; on Limbing.

A Fancie.

A Contention between a Poet and a Limner.

A Pastorall Poem.

To Amorea on his going to Travell.

Writ at Sea.

To Cloris, imploring a revenge.

To Amorea walking in her Garden.

To Mr. James Sherley on his playes.

On the perfection of Beauty.

To his unconstant Mistress.

An Elegie on the Death of the Princess Royal.

To Phyla.

The difference between a Lute, and a Via

The Change.

To Amorea.

On the Inequalletie of Marraige.

On the Death of his Mistress.

On His Sacred MAJESTIES haypy Restauration.

To the most Honoured Sir James Smith Knight, On his many favours received.

To Celinda.

EPIGRAMS.

To his little Book.

On the Contents of his Book, to the Readers.

ERATA.

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Writ on her Lute.

Tell me Princely instrument,
Whence proceedeth this content,
Doe those taking charms dwell
In thee, or her, I prithee tell?
Is there power in thy Sound,
Not to captivate, but wound?
Doth the efficacie live
In thee, or else she doth it give?
Tell me is it only aire,
Can our hearts so much insnare?
No, it is her heavenly touch,
That concerneth us so much,
When her hands do bless thy strings,
See the pretty little things
How they tremble, yet express
Their gratitude with chearfulness,
Who is he that would not stand,
Trembling if that blessed hand
Should but touch him, who is he
Would not shake unless a tree;
Who is he his joy can smother,
Hearing th'one, or feeling th'other.