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For One, Two, and Three Voyces; To be Sung either to the theorbo-lute or basse-viol

Gamble, John

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To his Good Friend Mr. John Gamble on his COMPOSITIONS.

To his Honest Friend and Old Acquaintance Mr. John Gamble; upon his Musical Compositions, on several Poems.

A DEFENCE FOR MUSICK In its Practique and Theorie, occasioned upon the Publication of these Poems Composed by Mr. John Gamble :

Admired Beauty.

On Man's frailty.

The Haymaker's Song.

Advice to Cloris.

A Health to Bacchus.

Coyness in Love.

A Schismatick in Love.

Love pretended.

Love convinc'd.

Fortune Adored.

Love Enlightned.

Love decyphered.

Love disguis'd.

The Presbyters Gill.

To his Mistresse advising him from Wine.

The Deceiving Mistress.

How to chuse a Mistress.

The poor Scholar's Song.

Upon Recovery of a fit of Sickness.

His Mistriss bidding him make another choice.

To a Mistress that thinks the Sight without other Injoyment is Love sufficient.

The Country Man's Life.

To a simple Coy Mistress.

The Real Drinker.

Beauty and Love at ods.

Natural Beauty best.

Liberty breeds Presumption.

The true Sack-drinker.

Love Insatiable.

A Dialogue between Cloris and Doris.

A Dialogue between Lucasta and Alexis.

A Pastoral Dialogue.

Lilly Contemn'd.

The Vanity of Wealth.

Musick being heard in the dead Season of the Night.

A Dialogue between Castadorus and Arabella.

A Pastoral Dialogue.

A Dialogue between Thirsis and Dorinda.

A Dialogue between a Shepherd and a Nymph.

The contented Batchelor.

Bushels Myners.

Bacchus true Adorers.

An EPITHALAMIUM On the Nuptials of Thomas Stanley Esquire; And the Lady Dorothy Enion.

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Admired Beauty.

I am no Pris'ner sure, nor can it be

I am no Pris'ner sure, nor can it be, when such rare Beauty comes to visit me: The free and uncontroled Air's confin'd, more than my mind, when it reflects upon those beams that lately in my prison shon; that glorious Angel which was sent to free the captive Saint, more bright Divinity brought not with him, than in this darksome place, from Atalanta's face brake forth and ravish'd me, with adoration of that Deitie: Blest Atalanta, may that powerful spring of Beauty

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in thy Cheeks ne'r die, but bring thee more Idolaters: May the faction now see in thy Brow their errors, and repent, that thought it sin to worship such a Saint.