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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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On the Inequalletie of Marraige.

Tis strange to see the unavoided fate
Of many in this humour when to late
They find their errour, one per chance will cry
VVhat should I do against my destiny,
Antoher half destracted will perswade
He's happier in the maid then if he had,
Obtain'd the Mistres, think fond youth if wise
Is't better draw a blanck, or have a prize,
Yet if thou'lt Marry and their be no friend
Can disingage thee of thy Madness, lend
And eare to reason, first be sure you see
Where she do correspond in quallitie,
Not that i'de have you fly too high, and so
Like Iccarus you drown your self, no, no,
I'me not for such a Marriage, for I've read
Of Eagles feathers, if put in a bed
All other feathers instantly consume
Devouring those that are not of their plume
Yet on the contrary, I'de have you show,
Your self from whence you came go not so low:
To draw a scorn upon Posteritie
For that's a blemish that will never be
Extinquish'd but by time and perchance you.
Stooping too low will be Extinguish'd too,
Is it not pitty that it should be said
The Son and heir will have a Chamber-maid,
And who can help it, when it is their doom
The onely daughter doates upon a groom:
And so destroy all that their father got
By wit, or valour, Industry, or lot,

But hearken youth, if not infatuate
To all misfortunes, let's expostulate,
Why should a Goss-hawke fly at Titmice, or
What need a Faulcon stoop unto a Dor
Are not there Princely fowls enough, but they
Must be content on Butterflyes to prey,
What follies this, are there not mediums left
To be embrac'd, but just like men bereaft
Of sence and reason, we must headlong run
We know not where, before we are undone,
Can we not be content to change our name
By transmutation to the very same
It was before, when suffering Loyaltie
Shall still be lov'd by noble Honesty
What would you have, would you joyn Land to Land
Do it, provided you go hand in hand,
In age, birth, fortune, Love, if not take care
What you do think is good may prove a snare,
And if these reasons will not serve the turn,
Fly like, play with the candell, till you burn
And then you'le let the world for to see
Marraige, and Hanging goes by destiny.