The poems and translations of Sir Edward Sherburne (1616-1702) ::

The poems and translations of Sir Edward Sherburne (1616-1702)

excluding Seneca and Manilius Introduced and Annotated by F. J. Van Beeck

Sherburne, Edward (1618-1702)

POEMS AND TRANSLATIONS 1651

EROTICA SALMACIS

The Metamorphosis of LYRIAN and SYLVIA,

Chloris Eyes and Breasts.

Ice & Fire.

Love once, Love ever.

The Pendants.

The sweet Meat.

Violets in Thaumantia's Bosome.

The Dream.

An old Shepheard to a young Nymph.

Beauty encreased by Pity.

A Maid in Love with a Youth blind of one Eye.

The broken Faith.

Complaint on the Death of Sylvia, to the River.

A Shepheard inviting a Nymph to his Cottage.

Sogno, a la sua donna

To Ligurinus.

The Penitent Murderer.

The Shepheard.

The Pastorall Wooing.

On the Picture of Icarus in Wax.

On a Marble Statue of Nero, which falling kill'd a Child.

On Paula.

On an Ill Husband and Wife.

On Candidus, a rich Miser.

On Bassus a Pittifull Poet.

On a Boy kill'd by the fall of an Icesicle.

On Nestor a whisperer.

On Martinia, an old, old, leacherous—

On Philomuse, a needy Newesmonger.

On Aulus a Poet-Hater.

On Lentinus, being troubled with an Ague.

To Priscus.

On Phœbus that wore leather Caps.

On Horace a poor fellow.

On a Swallow torn in Peeces by her Fellowes.

To Apollo pursuing Daphne.

De Erotio Puella.

On Mancinus a Prating Braggart.

On Picens.

On Caius, one of large Promises, but small Performances.

To Posthumus, an Ill Liver.

To Thelesinus.

On Cinna a bold Suter.

The happy life. To Julius Martialis.

The Choice of his Mistris.

To Sextus.

On Baucis, an old drunken Crone.

On Captain Ansa, a bragging Run-away.

To Fuscus.

On Marcus Anton: Primus his Picture.

Horat.

Ad Puellam edentulam.

Epitaph on an old drunken Crone.

On Bibinus, a notorious Drunkard.

On poor Codrus, who though blind, was yet in Love.

ETHICA

Ausonii Ludus septem Sapientum.

The Prologue.

[section]

The Sentences of those seven Sages, comprehended in as many Septenaries.

Amphion, or a City well ordered.

Vertue improv'd by suffering.

To Mr Stanley, on his unimitable Poems.

On his Translation of Oronta.

To Mr James Shirley, on his Way of Grammer explained in English Verse.

SACRA

To the Eternall WISEDOME:

Draw Me, and I will follow Thee.

If a Man should give all the substance of his House for Love, he would value it as nothing

And they laid him in a Manger.

On the Innocents slain by Herod.

Christo Smarrito.

Christus Mathæum & discipulos alloquitur.

Conscience.

And she washed his Feet with her Teares, and wiped them with the Hairs of her Head.

Good Fryday.

Mary Magdalen weeping under the Cross.

On the Receiving of the blessed Sacrament.

The Message.

The Fountain.

PRINTED POEMS from Books by Various Authors

To his Ingenious friend Mr. Charles Aleyn, on this his learned Poem.

To his loving brother M. John Sherburn on his Translation of OVIDS Heroicall Epistles.

To the unfading Memory of the Lord Horatio Veere deceased.

The Graces, or Hieron

On the publication of the Posthume Poems of M. William Cartwright, sometime Student of Christ-Church in Oxon.

On Ælian his Various History, Translated into English by Mr Thomas Stanley, the hopeful and onely Son of my dearest Friend Thomas Stanley of Cumberlow, Esquire.

MANUSCRIPT POEMS, FRAGMENTS, DRAFTS.

[Lines on Wood's Athenæ Oxonienses]

[Fragment I]

[So dying Swans in Heliconian Plaines]

[Take Dardan what from dying Dido past.]

The Beginning of Virgils Third Booke

[Now Night befriending; fir'd with Lust and Wine]

[Haveing past cloudy Nava's rapid Stream]

[Of an old Law past Times Repeale, Wee read]

[The Best of Elements is Water; Gold]

[Men from ye Sea, fish from ye Earth might rise]

[Lines on the Death of Sir Charles Lucas and Sir George Lisle, shot at Colchester on 28 August, 1648]

[Lines on Ovids Heroical Epistles]

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Ice & Fire.

Naked Love, did to thine Eye,
Chloris, once to warm him, fly;
But it's subtle Flame, and Light,
Scorch'd his Wings, and spoyl'd his sight.

Forc'd from thence he went to rest
In the soft Couch of thy Brest:
But there met a Frost so great,
As his Torch extinguish'd strait.

When poor Cupid, thus, (constrain'd
His cold Bed to leave) complain'd;
'Lass! what lodging's here for Me,
If all Ice and Fire She be.

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Ice & Fire.