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The Works of John Sheffield

Earl of Mulgrave, Marquis of Normanby, and Duke of Buckingham. In two volumes ... The third edition, Corrected
Buckingham, John Sheffield (1648-1720 or 21)
  
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THE TEMPLE OF DEATH.
  
ODE on LOVE.
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SONGS AND VERSES.
  
ELEGY TO THE Duchess of R*****.
  
A LETTER from SEA.
  
Love's Slavery.
  
The DREAM.
  
To one who accused him of being too sensual in his Love.
  
The WARNING.
  
To AMORETTA.
  
The VENTURE.
  
Inconstancy Excused.
  
SONG.
  
DESPAIR.
  
On Apprehension of losing what he had newly gain'd.
  
The Reconcilement.
  
SONG.
  
To a Coquet Beauty.
  
The RELAPSE.
  
The RECOVERY.
  
The CONVERT.
  
The PICTURE.
  
On Don Alonzo's being killed in Portugal, upon Account of the Infanta, in the Year 1683.
  
The SURPRIZE.
  
A Dialogue sung on the Stage between an elderly Shepherd, and a very young Nymph.
  
On one who died discovering her Kindness.
  
On Lucinda's Death.
  
To a Lady retiring into a Monastery.
  
The VISION.
  
HELEN to PARIS,
  
Part of the Story of Orpheus.
  
AN ESSAY ON SATIRE.
  
ODE ON BRUTUS.
  
The RAPTURE.
  
On Mr. HOBBS, and his Writings.
  
Written over a Gate.
  
The MIRACLE, 1707.
  
ODE on the Death of Henry Purcell.
  
On the Loss of an only Son, Robert Marquis of Normanby.
  
On Mr. POPE, and his Poems.
  
STANZAS.
  
The Election of a Poet Laureat in 1719.
  
On the TIMES.
  
ON THE DUKE of YORK Banished to Brussels.
  
On the DEITY.
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THE TRAGEDY OF JULIUS CÆSAR, ALTERED:
  
PROLOGUE to the Alteration of JULIUS CÆSAR.
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ACT I.
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
 III. 
SCENE III.
 IV. 
SCENE IV.
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SCENE V.
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ACT II.
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
 III. 
SCENE III.
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ACT III.
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
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SCENE III.
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SCENE IV.
 V. 
SCENE V.
 VI. 
SCENE VI.
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Third CHORUS.
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ACT IV.
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
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SCENE III.
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SCENE IV.
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SCENE V.
 VI. 
SCENE VI.
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ACT V.
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SCENE I.
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THE TRAGEDY OF MARCUS BRUTUS.
  
PROLOGUE. By the AUTHOR.
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SCENE II.
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SCENE III.
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SCENE IV.
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SCENE V.
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Of Athenian Philosophers. Written at the Command of his Grace, by Mr. POPE.
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ACT II.
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
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SCENE III.
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SCENE IV.
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SCENE V.
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Of Athenian Youths and Virgins. By Mr. Pope.
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ACT III.
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
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SCENE III.
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SCENE IV.
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SCENE V.
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Of Roman Senators.
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ACT IV.
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
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SCENE III.
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SCENE IV.
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Of Roman Soldiers.
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ACT V.
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SCENE I.
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SCENE V.
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SCENE VI.

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53

To a Coquet Beauty.

From Wars and Plagues come no such Harms,
As from a Nymph so full of Charms;
So much Sweetness in her Face,
In her Motions such a Grace,
In her kind inviting Eyes
Such a soft Enchantment lies;
That we please ourselves too soon,
And are with empty Hopes undone.
After all her Softness, we
Are but Slaves, while she is free;
Free, alas! from all Desire,
Except to set the World on Fire.
Thou, fair Dissembler, dost but thus
Deceive thyself, as well as us.
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Like a restless Monarch, thou
Would'st rather force Mankind to bow,
And venture round the World to roam,
Than govern peaceably at Home.
But trust me, Celia, trust me, when
Apollo's Self inspires my Pen;
One Hour of Love's Delights outweighs
Whole Years of universal Praise;
And one Adorer, kindly us'd,
Gives truer Joys than Crouds refus'd.
For what does Youth and Beauty serve?
Why more than all your Sex deserve?
Why such soft alluring Arts
To charm our Eyes, and melt our Hearts?
By our Loss you nothing gain:
Unless you love, you please in vain.
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