From Buckingham's Miscellaneous Works, 1704
CII
THE ROYAL KNOTTER
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The attribution of this poem is questionable.
I
Ah happy People ye must thrive
Whilst thus the Royal Pair does strive
Both to advance your Glory;
While he (by's Valour) conquers France,
She Manufacturers does advance,
And makes Thread-fringes for ye.
II
Bless'd we! who from such Queens are freed,
Who by vain Superstition led,
Are always telling Beads;
But here's a Queen, now, thanks to God,
Who, when she rides in Coach abroad,
Is always knotting Threads.
III
Then hast, victorious Nassau, hast,
And when thy Summer Show is past,
Let all thy Trumpets sound:
The Fringe which this Campain has wrought,
Tho' it cost the Nation scarce a Groat,
Thy Conquests will surround.
CIII
ADVICE TO LOVERS
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The attribution of this poem is questionable.
I
Damon, if thou wilt believe me,
'Tis not Sighing round the Plain,
Songs and Sonnets cann't relieve thee,
Faint attempts in love are vain.
II
Urge but home the fair Occasion,
And be Master of the Field;
To a powerful kind invasion
'Tis a Madness not to yield.
III
Love gives out a large Commission,
Still indulgent to the brave;
But one Sin of large Omission,
Never Woman yet forgave,
IV
Though she swears she'll ne'er permit you,
Cries you're rude, and much to blame,
Or with Tears implores your Pity,
Be not merciful for shame.
V
When the fierce Assault is over,
Chloris soon enough must find
This her cruel furious Lover
Much more gentle, not so kind.
CIV
AGAINST HIS MISTRESS'S CRUELTY
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The attribution of this poem is questionable.
I
Love, How unequal are thy Laws,
That Men that least endeavour
Thou favour'st, and neglect'st the Cause
Of those that most persever!
II
What careless Lovers have been blest,
Untouch'd with Grief and Anguish,
Since cruel Sylvia charm'd my Breast,
Unmov'd to see me languish!
III
I find my fatal Error now
In thinking e'er to move her,
Too great the Difficulty grew
For any mortal Lover.
IV
But what Advantage can it bring
That I at last perceive it?
'Twas rash to undertake the thing,
And 'tis too late to leave it.
CV
THE PETITION
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The attribution of this poem is questionable.
