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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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On Dr. George Ent.

Perfum'd with spices, when our Phœnix dies,
May'st from his ashes glorious arise.
Thy name speaks, being betterd by thy art,
Non ents in knowledge, may thy skill impart.
'Bove aged Dons whose bushes figure time,
Yet bearded Meteors all their lights from shine.
From lesser starrs we do expect no light,
Nor Comets from the dregs of phancies bright;
Of truths succession maist thou Herald be;
Proclaim her warres, her rights, and pedigree;
VVhile we our Williams Conquest do proclaim,
Not Conqueror of a Land, but whole worlds name.
Intitled to it by each drop of blood;
VVhich posting round proclaims his title good;
From th' Tyranny of ignorance them freed,
VVhile his dissecting hand made errors bleed;
Great Harvy's second, teeming Natures friend,
To nature and her Midwife thy hand lend;
Open thou natures books, and teach them read,
Can onely open veins to make truth bleed.
Lash whimp'ring folly; answ'ring at thy lash,
VVhip her untill she gigs out all her trash.
Beat all the Hectors rise ith' whores defence,
Till prejudice is Captive led by sense.
Thou nothing dost, if all dost not out do,
High treason against nature 'tis in you.
If from a Sun in Knowledge no light be,
Nature must suffer by non Entitie.
Lesse then perfection by thy name's not ment,
'Tis onely sinful folly's a non Ent.