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Poesis Rediviva

or, Poesie Reviv'd. By John Collop

Collop, John

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The fruit of Paradise.

On the Master's of the Science of defence in Controversie.

The Polemick Protestant D.

Prophanum vulgus.

On servile Will, irrespective Election, and Reprobation.

Enthusiasticks.

In multiplicem Schismatis Hydram.

On the Umbraticall Doctors on the Romish party.

On the fencers for Religion.

Doctor Whitaker.

Doctor Field on the Church.

Dr. White, Sir H. Lynd, Dr. Featley in answer to Lyndomastix.

Master Perkins.

Master Chillingworth against Knot.

Master Brightman on the Revelation.

On Bishop Laud against Fisher.

On Doctor Hammond.

To a Lawyer who said, though men might speak against those that are called Gospellers, none justly against them were called Lawyers.

On Magna Charta.

The Character of Loyall Friendship

To the Son of the late King.

News for News to a degenerate Cavalier.

To a degenerate thing falsely called A NOBLE.

A Character of a Compleat Gentleman.

Nobility innobled.

On Thomas Lord Wentworth Earl of STRAFFORD.

Summum jus summa injuria in jure regni.

The pleasures of the VVorld.

A defence of Curiosity: an unsetled mind in unseled times; to weak Calumnie and proud ignorance.

On the death of Mistris E. Kinesm, whom age had transform'd to a Sceleton.

To a painted Lady, a Calf spotted, lusts Idol, like the Idol of the Egyptians.

To a Lady of Pleasure.

To his Lady Book.

Man a Microcosm.

On the Humours.

On the Elements.

Against Phlebotomy to a Leech.

For Phlebotomy.

A Piss-pot Prophet.

To a Gigger to Padua, Valentia, and Leiden Doctors.

On Suburban-non Licentiates, who Fox-like call the Colledge grapes sour.

On the excellent Dr. Glisson.

The Sequestred Priest pidling in Physick

The fugitive Chymick.

On the Astrologicall quack.

Oglio of quacks.

On Noah Big's vanity of the Craft of Physick.

On Van Helmont.

On Doctor Harvey.

On Dr. George Ent.

On Doctor Brown.

On Dr. George Bowle of Oundle.

On the death of his inviscerately affected friend Richard Watson Esq; Chyrurgeon to his late Majesty of England.

On Theocritus, Mosius, and Theognis.

Chymerica Poesis.

The praise of a yellow skin:

To a Lady wadrring why I prais'd a yellow skin.

To Aureola, or the yellow skin'd Lady; asking who could love a Fancy.

To a refin'd Lady.

On an Ethiopian beauty, M. S.

Of the black Lady with grey eyes and white teeth.

The praise of his Mistris.

On a Blew Point given by a Lady on Valentines day to her Valentine, and preach'd against by a Parson who call'd it a Rag of Superstition.

On the Refin'd Lady.

On the wearing of the Tag of her Blew Point.

On Flavia: A yellow hair'd Lady, E. W.

On a Crooked Lady, M. V.

The praise of Thick and Short.

To Dionysia the plump Lady, S. D.

To Eugenia, a defence of juvenile wildnesse.

To a man of office under the L. K. who call'd detraction love, and Calumny good Counsel.

The ingenious Lady E. V. to l. L. contemning her age.

On a retird Lady.

To a Lady singing, mistake me not.

To one wond'ring at my various colour'd Mistresse.

The vanity of Courtship devotion to relicks asserted and confuted.

Donec gratus eram. Horatii.

To Agatha an unfortunate piece of goodnesse E. P. a golden Mine obscur'd in dirt

Incerta pœnitentia.

On the Resurrection.

The Leper cleans'd.

The good Samaritan.

Vox pœnitentiæ.

Soul and Christ.

On the Nativity.

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Incerta pœnitentia.

Each day a market is, where we do buy,
Or unto sale expose eternity.
Each day's a ring with good deeds it engrave;
At the Lambs wedding you this ring must have.
Time golden Harvests each day doth present;
The times to be redeem'd that is mispent.
On the back of sin, sorrow and shame doth wait,
Repentance hasts, ne're overtakes or late.
To all to grieve, few to repent is giv'n.
Which is begot like pearls of th' dew of heav'n,
Happy in this snow-water bath their soul;
It can the burnings of their lust make whole.
More weep for sin that sin doth them forsake;
Then that by sin they God an enemy make;
Such water doth augment, not quench Hell flame;

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'Tis true Contritions floods must quench the same,
Practice of lives not tongues must Christians make;
He leaves not sin, leaves it doth him forsake.
He loves not God who for himself don't love;
Who's glew'd to earth, shall nere know God above.
A Judas here impiety may veil,
With kisses, vengeance slow, yet sure, can't fail;
He'l break in two, discover his black soul,
If timely pennance wipe not sins black scrol.
Lord let me hear thy voice while 'tis to day;
Lest hard'ned in sins wildernesse I stray.
Unto the fiery serpents sting I pray;
While I forsake thee Lord who art the way.