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The poems of John Marston

Edited by Arnold Davenport
Marston, John (1575?-1634)

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THE METAMORPHOSIS of Pigmalions Image.
  
TO THE WORLDS MIGHTIE MONARCH, GOOD OPINION
  
To his Mistres.
  
PIGMALION
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SATYRES.
  
The Authour in prayse of his precedent Poem.
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CERTAINE SATYRES
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SATYRE. 1. Quedam videntur, et non sunt.
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SATYRE. 2. Quedam sunt, et non videntur.
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SATYRE. 3. Quedam et sunt, et videntur.
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[SATYRE 4] REACTIO.
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SATYRE [5] Parua magna, magna nulla.
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THE SCOVRGE OF Villanie.
  
[dedication]
  
To Detraction I present my Poesie.
  
In Lectores prorsus indignos.
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[SATY: Liber primus.]
  
PROEMIVM IN librum primum.
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SATYRE. I. Fronti nulla fides.
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SATYRE. II. Difficile est Satyram non scribere. Iuve.
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SATYRE. III. Redde, age, quæ deinceps risisti.
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SATYRE. IIII. CRAS.
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SATY: Liber secundus.
  
Proemium in librum secundum.
  
Ad Rithmum.
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SATYRE. V. Totum in toto.
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SATYRE. VI. Hem nosti'n.
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SATYRE. VII. A Cynicke Satyre.
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SATY: Liber Tertius.
  
Proemium in librum tertium.
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SATYRE. VIII. Inamorato Curio.
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SATYRE. IX. Here's a toy to mocke an Ape indeede.
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[SATIRE X] SATYRA NOVA. Stultorum plena sunt omnia.
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[SATIRE XI] Humours.
  
To euerlasting Obliuion.
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POEMS FROM LOVE'S MARTYR
  
A narration and description of a most exact wondrous creature, arising out of the Phœnix and Turtle Doues ashes.
  
The description of this Perfection.
  
To Perfection.
  
Perfectioni Hymnus.
  
On Jonson's Sejanus, 1605
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THE ENTERTAINMENT OF The Dowager-Countess of Darby
  
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PROEMIVM IN librum primum.

I beare the scourge of iust Rhamnusia,
Lashing the lewdnes of Britania.
Let others sing as their good Genius moues,
Of deepe desines, or else of clipping loues.
Faire fall them all, that with wits industry,
Doe cloath good subiects in true poesie.
But as for me, my vexed thoughtfull soule,
Takes pleasure, in displeasing sharp controule.
Thou nursing Mother of faire wisedoms lore,
Ingenuous Melancholy, I implore
Thy graue assistance, take thy gloomie seate,
Inthrone thee in my blood; Let me intreate
Stay his quicke iocond skips, and force him runne
A sadde pac'd course, vntill my whips be done.
Daphne, vnclip thine armes from my sad brow,
Blacke Cypresse crowne me whilst I vp do plow
The hidden entrailes of ranke villanie.
Tearing the vaile from damn'd Impietie.
Quake guzzell dogs, that liue on putred slime,
Skud from the lashes of my yerking rime.
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