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Claraphil and Clarinda

in a forrest of fancies. By Tho: Jordan

Jordan, Thomas (1612?-1685?)

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To Clarinda (his Love) upon Refusal of a Kiss.

A Wish for a Widow, in the Character of a good Husband.

An Epithalamium on the much honoured Pair T. S. Esquire, and Mrs. D. E.

An Acrostich on two Pairs of Inseparable Friends married in one Day.

An Acrostical Eulogie, written on the worthy name of Mr. William Legassick, second sonne to Mr. Henry Legassick, of little Hempstead in the County of Devon.

A double Acrostick, composed on the Names of Mr. Francis Jordan of Ensham in the County of Oxon, and Th. Jordan the Author.

A Cross Acrostich, on two crosst Lovers.

A New-years Gift in the ordinary Acrostich to his Friend Mr. John Curling.

On the hononored Services of the most worthy Col. Rokeby, under the Command of Monsieur Gashion the French General against the Spanish Forces.

The Anti-platonick by I. C. with an Answer by T. I.

A Blessing to my Creditors.

The Eccho's Oracle, an Eclogue betwixt Melancholicus and Aulicus.

A Bill of Love.

A Farewell to his worthy Friend, Mr John Curling upon his Voyage to the Indies.

The Pursuit betwixt Claraphil and Clarinda.

The Reply of Claraphil to another Air.

Chorus by Both, with a through Bass.

A Kiss, by Mr. T. S.

Eliza and Alexis,

The Adulteress.

The Comparison.

The Ladies Answer.

The Invitation.

A Song, sung by Mr. Bushel's Miners in Devonshire, written in 1645.

A Ramble by Mr. A. B.

On Clarinda her Answering I and No.

An Elegie on a Good Man.

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The Pursuit betwixt Claraphil and Clarinda.

Clarinda.

Ay me, flie me not,
Good faith, I do mean no harm;
I am out of breath,
Support me from death,
With thy all-curing Arm:
Alas, I faint,
My tyring Limbs do tremble,
Then prove
My Constant Love,
No true heart can dissemble.

Once more turn thy face,
Encourage my failing Feet,
That now are grown faint
With Brambles restraint?
For every Bush I meet
Doth throw me down;
And ere I can recover,
Thy flight
Out-goes my sight,
What Sorrow hath a Lover.