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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.

Peace pratling Muse.

Love at a Stand.

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.

Commanded to conceal his Love.

On his Quondum Mistress.

Hespelon, and Amorea.

On the five Senses.

His complaint to the Groves.

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

A Contention between a Poet and a Limner.

A Pastorall Poem.

To Amorea on his going to Travell.

To Cloris, imploring a revenge.

In praise of Sack.

On loving of two.

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.

The difference between a Lute, and a Via

On the Inequalletie of Marraige.

Clariana's Dream.

Love and Respect.

The Authors dream.

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 his little Book.

On the Contents of his Book, to the Readers.

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On the Death of his Mistress.

1

Ask me not why the Rose doth fade,
Lillies look pale, and Flowers die,
Question not why the Mirtle shade,
Her wonted shadows doth denie.

2

Seek not to know from whence begun
The sadness of the Nightingale,
Nor why the Helletrope and Sun,
Their constant Amitie do fail.

3

The Turtle's grieflook not upon,
Nor why the Palm-tree doth mourn,
When Widow-like they're left alone,
Nor Phenix, why her self doth burn.

4

For she is dead which life did give
Unto those things that here I name,
They fade, change, wither, cease to live,
Pine, and consume into a flame.