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Poetical recreations

Barker, Jane

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To Madam JANE BARKER, On Her Incomparable POEMS.

To the Ingenious Mrs. BARKER, On Her Excellent POEMS.

To the Ingenious AUTHOUR, Mrs. JANE BARKER, ON HER POEMS.

To Mrs. JANE BARKER, On Her Ingenious POEMS.

To the Incomparable GALÆCIA, On the Publication of Her POEMS.

An Invitation to my Friends at Cambridge.

To Mr. HILL, on his Verses to the Dutchess of YORK, when she was at Cambridge.

To my Cousin Mr. E. F. on his Excellent PAINTING.

To my Reverend Friend Mr. H****.

To Mr. G. P. my Adopted Brother;

To my Friend EXILLUS,

To Dr. R. S. my indifferent Lover, who complain'd of my Indifferency.

On the DEATH of my Dear Friend and Play-fellow, Mrs E. D. having Dream'd the night before I heard thereof, that I had lost a Pearl.

The Prospect of a LANDSKIP,

Sitting by a Rivulet.

To Sir F. W. presenting him Cowley's first Works.

To Ovid's Heroines in his Epistles.

To my Honourable Unkle Colonel C*** after his Return into the Low-Countries.

On the Apothecary's Filing my Bills amongst the Doctors.

To my Unkind STREPHON.

To my Friend Mr. S. L.

Necessity of Fate.

To my Honoured Friend, Mr. E. S---t.

On my Mother and my Lady W**** who both lay sick at the same time under the Hands of Dr. Paman.

In Commendation of the Female Sex.

To my BROTHER, whilst he was in France.

On the DEATH of my Brother.

Part of the XIX. PSALM.

Coming from---in a Dark Night.

To my Dear Cousin Mrs. M. T.

TO MY Young Lover.

TO MY Young Lover ON HIS VOW.

TO MY Young Lover.

To my Unkind Friend, Little Tom King.

A Second EPISTLE.

A PASTORAL DIALOGUE Betwixt Two Shepherd Boys.

To Mr. C. B. On his Incomparable SINGING.

A SONG in SCIPINA.

A Bachanalian SONG.

Absence for a Time.

Parting with ---

THE Anchorite IN SCIPINA.

Jane, Nan, and Frank, their Farewell to Captain C. going to Sea.

To her Lovers Complaint.

To my Adopted BROTHER, Mr. G. P.

To my Friends against POETRY.

TO THE Importunate ADDRESS OF POETRY.

A Farewell to POETRY, WITH A Long Digression on ANATOMY.

On the DEATH of my Brother.

Resolved never to Versifie more.

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A Bachanalian SONG.

Troy had a Breed of brave stout Men,
Yet Greece made shift to rout her;
'Cause each Man drank as much as Ten,
And thence grew Ten times stouter.

Though Hector was a Trojan true,
As ever Piss'd 'gen Wall, Sir;
Achilles bang'd him black and blue,
For he drank more than all, Sir.

Let Bacchus be our God of War,
We shall fear nothing then, Boys;
We'll drink all dead, and lay 'em to bed;
And if they wake not conquered,
We'll drink 'em dead again, Boys.

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Nor were the Græcians only fam'd
For Drinking, and for Fighting;
But he that drank, and wa'n't asham'd,
Was ne'er asham'd on's Writing.

He that will be a Souldier then,
Or Witt, must drink good Liquor;
It makes base Cowards fight like Men,
And roving Thoughts fly quicker.

Let Bacchus be both God of War,
And God of Wit, and then, Boys,
We'll drink and fight, and drink and write;
And if the Sun set with his light,
We'll drink him up again, Boys.