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by Thomas Stanley

Stanley, Thomas (1625-1678)

[epigraph]

Desiring her to burn his Verses.

The Night.

Excuse for wishing Her lesse Fair.

Chang'd, yet Constant.

Commanded by his Mistris to woe for her.

The Repulse.

The Tombe.

The Enjoyment.

To Celia pleading want of Merit.

Speaking and Kissing.

The Snow-ball.

The Deposition.

To his Mistresse in Absence.

To his Mistress who dreamed He was wounded.

The Echange.

Unaltred by Sicknesse.

On His Mistresse's Death.

To a blinde Man in Love.

To the Countess of S. with the holy Court.

Song. DE VOITURE.

Drawn for Valentine by the L. D. S.

The modest Wish.

E Catalectis vet. Poet.

On the Edition of M. Fletchers Works.

To Mr. W. Hammond.

On M. Shirley's Poems.

On M. Sherburn's Translation of Seneca's Medea, and vindication of the Author.

On M. Halls Essayes.

On Sir J. S. his Picture and Poems.

The Union.

Answer.

Pythagoras his moral Rules.

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The Repulse.

Not that by this disdain
I am releas'd,
And freed from thy tyrannick chain,
Do I my self think blest;

Nor that thy Flame shall burn
No more; for know
That I shall into ashes turn,
Before this fire doth so.

Nor yet that unconfin'd
I now may rove,

And with new beauties please my mind;
But that thou ne'r didst love:

For since thou hast no part
Felft of this flame,
I onely from thy tyrant heart
Repuls'd, not banish'd am.

To loose what once was mine
Would grieve me more
Then those inconstant sweets of thine
Had pleas'd my soul before.

Now I have not lost the blisse
I ne'r possest;
And spight of fate am blest in this,
That I was never blest.