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Poesis Rediviva

or, Poesie Reviv'd. By John Collop
Collop, John
 
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[dedication]

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The Poet.
 
On the Soul.
 
The fruit of Paradise.
 
On the Master's of the Science of defence in Controversie.
 
Jesuite.
 
The Church.
 
The Polemick Protestant D.
 
The Presbyter.
 
Prophanum vulgus.
 
On servile Will, irrespective Election, and Reprobation.
 
Sectaries.
 
Enthusiasticks.
 
Beræan.
 
Fiduciarie.
 
In multiplicem Schismatis Hydram.
 
On the Umbraticall Doctors on the Romish party.
 
On the fencers for Religion.
 
B. Jewel.
 
Doctor Whitaker.
 
Doctor Field on the Church.
 
Dr. White, Sir H. Lynd, Dr. Featley in answer to Lyndomastix.
 
Master Perkins.
 
Doctor Usher
 
Master Chillingworth against Knot.
 
Master Brightman on the Revelation.
 
Master Mede.
 
Doctor Potter.
 
Master Cotton.
 
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.
 
On Poverty.
 
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.
 
On Retirement.
 
Man a Microcosm.
 
Of the Blood.
 
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 sigils.
 
On the Astrologicall quack.
 
Oglio of quacks.
 
On Noah Big's vanity of the Craft of Physick.
 
On Noah Biggs.
 
On Fontinels.
 
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.
 
The Poetaster.
 
On Homer.
 
On Scaliger.
 
On Musæus.
 
On Hesiod.
 
On Theocritus, Mosius, and Theognis.
 
On Virgil.
 
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 Pentepicta:
 
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.
 
On Monocula,
 
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.
 
The answer.
 
A Palinode.
 
To Eugenia.
 
On a retird Lady.
 
To a Lady singing, mistake me not.
 
Love wing'd.
 
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 Lydia.
 
E Martiale.
 
To Agatha an unfortunate piece of goodnesse E. P. a golden Mine obscur'd in dirt
 
On Marriage.
 
On the World.
 
On Our Father.
 
Incerta pœnitentia.
 
Certa mors.
 
On the Resurrection.
 
The Leper cleans'd.
 
The good Samaritan.
 
Vox pœnitentiæ.
 
Spirit, Flesh.
 
Soul and Christ.
 
Of Prayer.
 
To the Soul.
 
On the Nativity.

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On the Nativity.

Ah my dear Lord, what shall I give
To thee, who gav'st thy self for me?
Since thou could'st die, how shall I live?
Shall I not daily die with thee?
This is the day which thou didst make:
Teach me Lord, teach me to rejoyce.
Shall I the shepherds Musick take?
Or to thine Angels tune my voice?
My Bread, Life, Vine, Truth, Door, Light, Way,
All fulness meets my Lord in thee.
What can I worse then nought repay,
Thee heav'ns all made so low for me?
To thee both Prophet, Priest and King,
I have no treasury to ope.
I can no spices off rings bring,
But Odours of an heart that's broke,
Lord, let this incense offer'd up,
As a sweet smelling savour be:
So of salvation I the Cup
Shall take, and call my God on thee.
Whil'st Gold refin'd, I tribute bring
My self thine Image to my King.
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