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| Comanding Asker, if it be / Pity that you faine would have, . . . | ||
| Last Line: I starve your Body, you my minde. Poem Title: The faire Begger. Modern Ascriptions: Richard Lovelace [Lovelace (1930)] Attributions: Richard Lovelace [Lovelace (1649)] Contemporary Copies Modern Copies Lovelace (1930) 98 HelpBack to top |
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| Come a brimmer (my bullies) drink whole ones or nothing, / Now healths have been voted down, . . . | ||
| Last Line: And swear our selves out on the very same score. Poem Title: Song XXV. The Prisoners. Written when O.C. attempted to be King. Modern Ascriptions: Alexander Brome [Brome (1982)] Attributions: Alexander Brome [Brome (1664); Brome (1668)] Contemporary Copies Modern Copies Brome (1982) 150 Notes: This poem appears within "Part II." of Brome (1664) and Brome (1668) . HelpBack to top |
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| Come all good Citizens, rejoyce with me, / For care recals no things are past, . . . | ||
| Last Line: Our trade and liberties to maintain, [Refrain] Poem Title: Englands rejoycing for Londons Rebuilding. To the Tune of Faire fall the Muses who in well tun'd verse, or a joyful sight to see. Refrain:A joyful sight to see. Contemporary Copies Notes: Poem begins with a six-line argument which commences: "Let none pass by, who come this way, / Till they have heard me sing and say, . . ." HelpBack to top |
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| Come all ye widowed Muses, and put on / Your veils, and mourn in a full Helicon. . . . | ||
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An Elegie ("Come all yee widdowed Muses, & put on . . .")
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| Come all yee widdowed Muses, & put on / Your veils, and mourn in a full Helicon. . . . | ||
| Last Line: For this poor stream of brin shed for thy sake. Poem Title: An Elegie Upon my dear little friend M.I:F. Who dyed the same morning he was born. Decem 10.1654. Modern Ascriptions: R[obert] Fletcher [Fletcher (1970)] Attributions: R. Fletcher [R. Fletcher (1656)] Contemporary Copies Modern Copies Fletcher (1970) 200 HelpBack to top |
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| Come all you Caballers and Parliament Votes, / That stick'd for hanging and cutting of Throats, . . . | ||
| Last Line: Then I shall limp to Talsky much quicker, / But I first [refrain] Poem Title: A Song of the Light of the Nation turn'd into Darkness. Tune, Cavalilly man. Refrain: But now must be Pillor'd, and after be hang'd. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come all you discontented souls, / And here lay down your Loads; . . . | ||
| Last Line: You'l care no more than I do. / [Refrain] Poem Title: Song. Attributions: Thomas Weaver [Weaver (1654)] Refrain: Then to Bacchus, then to Bacchus / Let's be betake us, / Whose streams will dry / The weeping eye, / And make our griefs forsake us. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come all you good People that were at the Fair, / And your Ears to a Dity most mournful prepare; . . . | ||
| Last Line: Who would both our King, & His Kingdom enthrawl. Poem Title: Oates's Lamentation. Tune, Packingtons Pound. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come all you Maids that lift to marry, / And you that Husbands want, . . . | ||
| Last Line: How strongly he did ---- her. Poem Title: A Medly. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come all you noble, you that are neat ones, / Hide Park is now both fresh and green: . . . | ||
| Last Line: As you your self expect to see. Poem Title: A Song, called, Hide Park. The Tune, Honor invites you to delights, / Come to the Court, and be all made Knights. Contemporary Copies Notes: First line begins with number prefix: "1." HelpBack to top |
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| Come and let's in solemn wise / Both addresse to sacrifice: . . . | ||
| Last Line: Reade acceptance by the smoake. Poem Title: The Sacrifice, by way of Discourse betwixt himselfe and Julia. Modern Ascriptions: Robert Herrick [Herrick (1968)] Attributions: Robert Herrick [Herrick (1648)] Contemporary Copies Modern Copies Herrick (1968) Notes: First line begins with speech prefix: "Herr." HelpBack to top |
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| Come Anthea let us two / Go to Feast, as others do. . . . | ||
| Last Line: Then to want the Wake next Yeare. Poem Title: The Wake. Modern Ascriptions: Robert Herrick [Herrick (1968)] Attributions: Robert Herrick [Herrick (1648)] Contemporary Copies Modern Copies Herrick (1968) HelpBack to top |
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| Come Anthea, know thou this, / Love at no time idle is: . . . | ||
| Last Line: Soules transfusing thus, and die. Poem Title: To Anthea. Modern Ascriptions: Robert Herrick [Herrick (1968)] Attributions: Robert Herrick [Herrick (1648)] Contemporary Copies Modern Copies Herrick (1968) HelpBack to top |
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| Come away bring on the Bride, / And place her by her Lovers side: . . . | ||
| Last Line: Many such fair nights may fall. / [Refrain] Poem Title: Song 203. Refrain: Hymen fill the house with joy, / All thy sacred fires employ; / Blesse the bed with holy love, / Now fair Orb of Beauty move. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come Bacchus, God of Poetry, by right; / Lend me thine influence, whilst now I write. . . . | ||
| Last Line: And henceforth reign thou God of Arms and Arts. Poem Title: The Canary Islands. 1666. To my dearly beloved Brother, Mr. William Shipman, Merchant there. Attributions: Thomas Shipman [Shipman (1683)] Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come beat Alarm, sound a Charge, / As well without as in the Verge, . . . | ||
| Last Line: Against the Rogues in Lyme Boys. Poem Title: Monmouth Degraded, or James Scot, the little King in Lyme. Let the Thundring Canons roar. Refrain: 'Gainst Perkin, King in Lyme Boys. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come beauteous Nymph, canst thou embrace / An aged, wise, majestick grace . . . | ||
| Last Line: You and I shall Lye together. Poem Title: An old Man Courting a young Girle. Modern Ascriptions: R[obert] Fletcher [Fletcher (1970)] Attributions: R. Fletcher [R. Fletcher (1656)] Contemporary Copies Modern Copies Fletcher (1970) 171 HelpBack to top |
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| Come blithefull Neatherds, let us lay / A wager, who the best shall play, . . . | ||
| Last Line: As wearie, not o'recome by either. Poem Title: A Beucolick, or discourse of Neatherds. Modern Ascriptions: Robert Herrick [Herrick (1968)] Attributions: Robert Herrick [Herrick (1648)] Contemporary Copies Modern Copies Herrick (1968) Notes: First line begins with number prefix: "1." HelpBack to top |
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| Come blow the Trumpets, make 'um cry tarrara; / And from hence sound as far as is * Ferrara; . . . | ||
| Last Line: May make you serious, we create you laughter. Poem Title: Upon the light-footed, though dark Poems of the Authour, so nimble, that they skip out of the Readers sight, though he hastes never so fast to overtake them. Attributions: Don John Puntaeus [Naps upon Parnassus (1658)] Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come boyes, leave off your toyes, / And trole about the sack. . . . | ||
| Last Line: A so they went away. Poem Title: The Drinking Song on two Mistresses, the one furnisht with wine and the other with money. The Tune, The Gang. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come boys, leave off your toys, / And trole about the sack. . . . | ||
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The Drinking Song on two Mistresses, the one furnisht with wine and the other with money. ("Come boyes, leave off your toyes, . . .")
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| Come, bring with noise, / My merrie merrie boyes, . . . | ||
| Last Line: To fill the Paste that's a kneading. Poem Title: Ceremonies for Christmasse. Modern Ascriptions: Robert Herrick [Herrick (1968)] Attributions: Robert Herrick [Herrick (1648)] Contemporary Copies Modern Copies Herrick (1968) HelpBack to top |
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| Come bring your sampler, and with Art, / Draw in't a wounded Heart: . . . | ||
| Last Line: For me. Poem Title: The Wounded Heart. Modern Ascriptions: Robert Herrick [Herrick (1968)] Attributions: Robert Herrick [Herrick (1648)] Contemporary Copies Modern Copies Herrick (1968) 10 HelpBack to top |
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| Come Brother Devils, with full Bowls / Let us refresh our thirsty Souls. . . . | ||
| Last Line: Nothing to cool their Tongues may here remain. Poem Title: A New Song on the Hellish Popish Plot; Sung by Belzebub, at a Merry meeting of the Devils. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come Buggering Oates, prepare thy Neck, / Dost mean to live for ever? . . . | ||
| Last Line: and then I'll Hang thee fairly. Poem Title: The Kings Bench Salutation, or a Dialogue between Jack Ketch, and Titus Oates. To a new Tune. Contemporary Copies Notes: The copy of this poem printed in Loyal Songs (1685) includes music. HelpBack to top |
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| Come buy my new Almanacks every one, / And take the choice before they are gone, . . . | ||
| Last Line: Come buy, &c. Poem Title: The Mercury. Refrain:Come buy my new Almanacks, new. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come Caelia, fix thine eyes on mine, / And through those Crystalls our soule flitting, . . . | ||
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SONG. ("Come Celia, fixe thine eyes on mine, . . .")
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| Come Celia, fixe thine eyes on mine, / And throught those Crystalls our soule flitting, . . . | ||
| Last Line: Let Eaglets, &c. Poem Title: SONG. To a Lady not yet enjoy'd by her Husband. Modern Ascriptions: Thomas Carew [Carew (1949)] Attributions: Thomas Carew [Carew (1640)] Refrain:Let Eaglets the bright Sun survey, / Though the blind Mole discerne not day: Contemporary Copies Modern Copies Carew (1949) 36 HelpBack to top |
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| Come children, come, and learn your Fathers trade, / Though all else fail, here's good advantage made: . . . | ||
| Last Line: And with their Money drink, and drab, and whore. Poem Title: The Informers Lecture To His Sons, Instructing them in the Mysteries of that Religion. Contemporary Copies Notes: Poem appears in Rome Rhym'd to Death (1683) within a section (with continuous pagination) entitled "Poems on Several Occasions Written by the E. of R. Dr. Wild and others of the Choicest Modern Wits. The Second Part." HelpBack to top |
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| Come Chloris hie we to the Bower, / To sport us e're the day be done. . . . | ||
| Last Line: To keep the burning Sun away. Poem Title: Song 230. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come Chloris leave thy wand'ring Sheep, / Thou shalt more amorous Creatures keep; . . . | ||
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Song 81. ("Come Cloris leave thy wandring Sheep, . . .")
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| Come Cloris hie we to the Bower, / To sport us e're the day be done. . . . | ||
| See Song 230. ("Come Chloris hie we to the Bower, . . .")
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| Come Cloris leave thy wandring Sheep, / Thou shalt more amorus Creatures keep; . . . | ||
| Last Line: And steal each others hearts away. Poem Title: Song 81. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come Coelia, fix thine eyes on mine, / And through those Crystalls our soule flitting, . . . | ||
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SONG. ("Come Celia, fixe thine eyes on mine, . . .")
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| Come come away to the Tavern I say, / Whilst we have time and leisure for to think . . . | ||
| Last Line: That so they may waken our Laws. Poem Title: Two Parliament Troopers who lay sick in Scotland: In Imitation of the Song of Bow-Bells. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come, come, away! / No Delay . . . | ||
| Last Line: 'Tis all, thine own, thou shalt have standing measure. Poem Title: Song XX, Attributions: Henry Bold [Bold (1664)] Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come come away, / Or let me go; . . . | ||
| Last Line: To Frost or Snow. Poem Title: Upon a delaying Lady. Modern Ascriptions: Robert Herrick [Herrick (1968)] Attributions: Robert Herrick [Herrick (1648)] Contemporary Copies Modern Copies Herrick (1968) HelpBack to top |
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| Come, come away to the English wars; / A fig for our Hills and Valleys, . . . | ||
| Last Line: And the English shall say, bonny blew cap for me. Poem Title: XI. The Scots Curanto. Modern Ascriptions: Alexander Brome [Brome (1982)] Attributions: Alexander Brome [Brome (1664); Brome (1668)] Contemporary Copies Modern Copies Brome (1982) 211 Notes: Variant Titles: "XI. The Scots Coranto." Brome (1668) This poem appears within a section of Brome (1664) and Brome (1668) entitled "BALLADS.". HelpBack to top |
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| Come, come Cavaliers, / Leave your doubts, leave your fears, . . . | ||
| Last Line: From Hell, but the Divel and the Roundhead. Poem Title: A Carol for Christmas Day. Attributions: Thomas Weaver [Weaver (1654)] Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come, come, come, do you mask, do you mum / By my holy doom? what a coile is here? . . . | ||
| Last Line: And a filthy face, cry, 'Bow, wow, wow, wow, wow. Poem Title: A Song. Refrain:Will make us sing Fa, la, la, la, la, Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come, come, great Orange, come away / On thy August Voyagio: . . . | ||
| Last Line: Couragio, &c. Poem Title: BALLAD. To the Tune of Couragio. Refrain: Couragio, Couragio, Couragio. Contemporary Copies Notes: Part of the section of Collection against Popery Pt1 (1689) entitled "LAMPOONS" section. HelpBack to top |
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| Come, come, let us drink, / 'Tis in vain to think, . . . | ||
| Last Line: And jovially we will spend it. Poem Title: Song V. The Trooper. Modern Ascriptions: Alexander Brome [Brome (1982)] Attributions: Alexander Brome [Brome (1664); Brome (1668)] Contemporary Copies Modern Copies Brome (1982) 121 Notes: Variant Titles: "Song. VI. The Trouper: A pleasant Song Revived." Loyal Garland (1686) Variant Last Lines: "And merrily we will spend it." Loyal Garland (1686) This poem appears within "Part II." of Brome (1664) and Brome (1668) . HelpBack to top |
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| Come, come, lets Mourn; all eies, that see this Day, / Melt into Showres, and weep your selves away: . . . | ||
| Last Line: A God on earth, more then a Saint in Heaven. Poem Title: On the Martyrdom of His late MAJESTY. Attributions: F. Gregory [Votivum Carolo (1660)] Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come, come, you Ladies of the Night, / That in silent sports delight, . . . | ||
| Last Line: From Venus and her Boy shall have another. Poem Title: Song 143. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come Crown, with pitty, my hearty Pain / Inspire, with Courage my lusty Vein. . . . | ||
| Last Line: Take a Touch. Poem Title: Song LVIII. A Round. Attributions: Henry Bold [Bold (1664)] Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come, cut again; the Game's not done, / Though strangely yet the Cards have run, . . . | ||
| Last Line: For they, the Voll will make. Poem Title: The Plotting-Card reviv'd, or the New Cure of Forty One. Tune, I'll tell thee Dick, &c. Contemporary Copies Notes: The copy of this poem printed in Loyal Songs (1685) includes music. HelpBack to top |
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| Come (dearest Julia) thou and I / Will knit us in to strict atir, . . . | ||
| Last Line: Smooth at a distance, rough at hand. Poem Title: To his Mistresse. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come do not flinch! / Quaff it about! . . . | ||
| Last Line: A Blow oth' Navel, so have at it all. Poem Title: Song LVII. A Round. Attributions: Henry Bold [Bold (1664)] Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come down, and dance ye in the toyle / Of pleasures, to a Heate; . . . | ||
| Last Line: And whom she touch't, turne sweet. Poem Title: A Song to the Maskers. Modern Ascriptions: Robert Herrick [Herrick (1968)] Attributions: Robert Herrick [Herrick (1648)] Contemporary Copies Modern Copies Herrick (1968) 9 Notes: First line begins with number prefix: "1." HelpBack to top |
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| Come Drawer and fill us about some wine, / Let's merrily tipple the day's our own; . . . | ||
| Last Line: And our drink shall be cordial gold. Poem Title: Song XVIII. The Independants Resolve. Written in 1648. Modern Ascriptions: Alexander Brome [Brome (1982)] Attributions: Alexander Brome [Brome (1664); Brome (1668)] Contemporary Copies Modern Copies Brome (1982) 138 Notes: Variant Titles: "The Independent Red-coat." Loyal Garland (1673) Variant First Lines: "Come drawer, come fil us about more wine . . ." Loyal Garland (1673) This poem appears within "Part II." of Brome (1664) and Brome (1668) . HelpBack to top |
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| Come drawer, come fil us about more wine / let us merrily tipple, the day is our own . . . | ||
| See Song XVIII. ("Come Drawer and fill us about some wine, . . .")
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| Come Drawer, some wine, / or we'l put down the Sign, . . . | ||
| See The Compounders Song. ("Come Drawers, some Wine, . . .")
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| Come Drawers, some Wine, / Or we'l pull down your sign; . . . | ||
| Last Line: Till the Gallow tree takes them from danger. Poem Title: The Compounders Song. Attributions: Thomas Weaver [Weaver (1654)] Contemporary Copies Notes: Variant Titles: "On the Goldsmiths Committee." Loyal Garland (1673) "Song. XXXVII. The Royalists Resolve, made in the late Times, &c." Loyal Garland (1686) Variant First Lines: "Come Drawer, some wine, . . ." Loyal Garland (1673); Loyal Garland (1686) Variant Last Lines: "till the Gallows tree choaks them from danger." Loyal Garland (1673) "Till the Gallows tree frees them from danger." Loyal Garland (1686) HelpBack to top |
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| Come, drink off your Liquor, / 'Twill make you the quicker, . . . | ||
| Last Line: Of the jolly quart Pots and the Glasses. Poem Title: Song 82. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come drink, we cannot want chink / Observe how my pockets do gingle. . . . | ||
| See Song 50. ("Hang sorrow cast, away care. . . .")
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| Come fellow, follow me, / You fairy Elves that be; . . . | ||
| Last Line: The night before where we have been. Poem Title: Song 203. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come fill to the brim, for the Sun does go round, / And visits the world in a day, . . . | ||
| Last Line: And ripens our joys to delight. Poem Title: A Song. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come fill us a brimmer of Sack, / It will stretch both my brains and my back, . . . | ||
| Last Line: His groat whenfoe're it was due. Poem Title: Song 262. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come fill with wine this lusty bowl, / 'Twil scatter sorrows from my soul, . . . | ||
| Last Line: Come then I'le sleep, and dream of drink. / [Refrain] Poem Title: Song 127. Refrain: We that Bacchus do adore, / Envy not the Misers store; / Nor the charms, nor sweets of Love, / Nor the state of Gods above. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come follow me you Country Lasses, / And you shall see such sport as passes: . . . | ||
| Last Line: Come follow me, come follow, &c. Poem Title: Song 164. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come forth at last, and enter on the stage, / Great Soul of Poesie, that this purblind Age, . . . | ||
| Last Line: Thou writ'st in Characters, though with a common Letter. Poem Title: To his Ingenuous Friend, the unknown Author of the following Poems. Attributions: S. T. [Naps upon Parnassus (1658)] Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come from the Dungeon to the Throne, / To be a King, and straight be none. . . . | ||
| Last Line: So Beasts, &c. Poem Title: The Priest's song while he puts on the Robes. Attributions: William Cartwright [Cartwright (1651)] Refrain:So beasts for Sacrifice we feed; / First they are crown'd, and then they bleed. Contemporary Copies Notes: From The Royall Slave I.ii. HelpBack to top |
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| Come Gallants, why so dull? What muddy cloud / Dwells on the eye-brows of the day? Why shroud . . . | ||
| Last Line: Then looss the floud gates Georg, wee'le pay or score. Poem Title: May Day. Modern Ascriptions: R[obert] Fletcher [Fletcher (1970)] Attributions: R. Fletcher [R. Fletcher (1656)] Contemporary Copies Modern Copies Fletcher (1970) 196 HelpBack to top |
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| Come Ganemede, and fill each Glass with Wine, / Let each Muse Drink her share, then fill up mine: . . . | ||
| Last Line: But the chief Fuell's, Private Interest. Poem Title: The Club of Royalists. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come gentle Love, 'tis only thou / Can'st Celidia's Beauties know; . . . | ||
| Last Line: Because he never could describe the rest. Poem Title: The Picture. By Mr. Adams. Attributions: Adams [Poems by Several Hands (1685)] Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come Gentlemen Away with't, stand t'your Arms; / In war the valiant prove most free from harms, . . . | ||
| Last Line: Wee'l march Away with it, quoth Washington. Poem Title: To Coll. Washington, on his word Away with't, &c. Composed in 1643. Attributions: Thomas Jordan [Jordan (1680)] Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come, give me the Wench that is mellow; / And a fig for a Fools that are yellow; . . . | ||
| Last Line: The Horn, the Pot, or the Placker. Poem Title: Song 216. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come grand Apollo tune my Lyre / To harmonize in th' Muses Quire, . . . | ||
| Last Line: Another Phoenix in the Nest. Poem Title: Upon the Nuptials of John Talbot Esquire and Mistresse Elizabeth Kite. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come, great Apollo now, and shew thy might; / Thou glorious Patron both of Wit and Light. . . . | ||
| Last Line: For some of them to give a Crown to you. Poem Title: The New Year's Gift. 1674. To the honourable Mrs. Chaworth. Attributions: Thomas Shipman [Shipman (1683)] Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come guard this night the Christmas-Pie, / That the Thiefe, though ne'r so slie, . . . | ||
| Last Line: To watch it. Poem Title: Christmasse-Eve, another Ceremonie. Modern Ascriptions: Robert Herrick [Herrick (1968)] Attributions: Robert Herrick [Herrick (1648)] Contemporary Copies Modern Copies Herrick (1968) HelpBack to top |
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| Come hang up your care, and cast away your sorrow; / Drink on, hee's a sot that e're thinks of tomorrow: . . . | ||
| Last Line: But in the damp place where the glass goes not round. Poem Title: A Song. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come hither Apollo's bouncing Girle, / And in a whole Hippocrene of Sherry . . . | ||
| Last Line: For if ever I have a man Square-cap for me. Poem Title: Square-Cap. Modern Ascriptions: John Cleveland [Cleveland (1967)] Refrain:Shee, she is my Mistriss, her Suiters are many, / But shee'l have a Square-cap if ere she have any. Contemporary Copies Modern Copies Cleveland (1967) 43 HelpBack to top |
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| Come hither Beauty, what sad dumpe hath got / The upper hand of thy choice thoughts, what blot . . . | ||
| Last Line: Goe mourne with vertue and your beauty blast. Poem Title: A Morall Eclogue presented by Vertue, Wealth, and Beauty. Attributions: Thomas Jordan [Jordan (1637)] Contemporary Copies Notes: First line begins with speech prefix: "Wealth." HelpBack to top |
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| Come hither my dearest, come hither to me, / And I will be so loving to thee, . . . | ||
| Last Line: Or else for evermore adieu. Poem Title: The wooing Gallant a Song. Tune, Mrs. Mary's Delight. Contemporary Copies Notes: Variant Titles: "Song 29." Windsor Drollery (1672) "The Wooing Gallant. A SONG." Grammatical Drollery (1682) This poem appears in Grammatical Drollery (1682) within a section entitled "POEMS and SONGS." HelpBack to top |
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| Come hither, reader, my gentle friend! / And here behold a cobler's end. . . . | ||
| Last Line: The man that made him soules at will. Poem Title: 67. On a Cobler. Contemporary Copies Notes: Appears in Wits Recreations (1640) within the section entitled "EPITAPHS". HelpBack to top |
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| Come hither sweet Melancholly, / Now tis time to be Jolly, . . . | ||
| Last Line: Then too late thou wilt be sorry. Poem Title: Song 180. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come hither you to whom the breath / Of Musique is a second Death; . . . | ||
| Last Line: The other world may better furnish you. Poem Title: A Banquet of Discord, dish'd up and dedicated to all lovers of Confusion, and contemners of Concord. Attributions: Thomas Jordan [Jordan (1680)] Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come hither zealous brothers, / And leave your disputation: . . . | ||
| Last Line: There let him drink old Sack old Sack. Poem Title: A Song in praise of noble Liqour. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come in, my Amyntas, at lenght let us prove / The various Delights and Enjoyments of Love: . . . | ||
| Last Line: That our last is our sweetest and pleasantest Breath. Poem Title: Invitation to Enjoyment. The Newest Song. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come Jack, let's drinke a pot of ale, / And I shall tell Thee such a Tale . . . | ||
| Last Line: More Faithful Friends then they. Poem Title: The Cavalier's Complaint. To the Tune of, I'll tell Thee Dick, &c. Contemporary Copies Notes: Variant Titles: "Song 226." New Academy (1669) For a response to this poem, see The Cavaliers Comfort; ("Cheer up your hearts, and be not afraid, . . .") See also An Echo in Answer to the Cavaliers Complaint. ("I Marvell Dick, That having been . . .") The broadside copy The Cavalier's Complaint. To the tune of, I'le tell thee Dick, &c. This is the Constant note I'le sing. / I have been Faithfull to the KING, / And so, shall Live and Dye. London: Printed for N. Butter, dwelling in Cursitors Alley (1660) [Wing C1570] is prefaced with three lines directly following the title: "This is the Constant note I'le sing. / I have been Faithfull to the KING, / And so, shall Live and Dye." HelpBack to top |
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| Come Julia, come! let's once disbody, what, / Strait matter ties to this, and not to that, . . . | ||
| Last Line: But tedious durance in eternity. Poem Title: To Cloris a Rapture. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come Kiss me (sweet) let's banquet on delight! / And teach Love, how to surfet! Kiss agen! . . . | ||
| Last Line: Give me not these alone, but give me all. Poem Title: Song XXIV. Attributions: Henry Bold [Bold (1664)] Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come Ladd here's a health to thy Love / Do thou drink another to mine, . . . | ||
| See Song 50. ("Hang sorrow cast, away care. . . .")
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| Come Lads and Lasses, each one that passes, / Dance a round on the ground . . . | ||
| Last Line: Our chiefest pleasure. [Refrain] Poem Title: A Rural Song. Refrain:For the blind Boy Love was caught and betray'd / In the Trap that was laid, / For the poor silly Maid. Contemporary Copies Notes: First line begins with number prefix: "1." HelpBack to top |
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| Come lasses and ladds, / Take leave of your Dadds, . . . | ||
| Last Line: And each a 2 pence, 2 pence, a pence gave him and went away. Poem Title: The Rurall Dance about the May-pole. The Tune, the first Figure dance at Mr. Young's Ball in May 1671. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come, lay by your Cares, and hang up your Sorrow; / Drink on, he's a Sot that e're thinks of tomorrow. . . . | ||
| Last Line: But in the damn'd Place where the Glass goes not round. Poem Title: A Catch. Contemporary Copies Notes: From Thomas Shadwell's The Miser. HelpBack to top |
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| Come leave that saucy way / Of baiting those that pay . . . | ||
| Last Line: Since braver theam no Phoebus ever saw. Poem Title: Against BEN: JOHNSON. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come, leave this loathed Country-life, and then / Grow up to be a Roman Citizen. . . . | ||
| Last Line: Though Granges do not love thee, Cities shall. Poem Title: Upon himself. Modern Ascriptions: Robert Herrick [Herrick (1968)] Attributions: Robert Herrick [Herrick (1648)] Contemporary Copies Modern Copies Herrick (1968) HelpBack to top |
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| Come leave thy care, and love thy friend; / Live freely, don't dispair, . . . | ||
| Last Line: Nor change lives with a King. Poem Title: Song XXIX. The Antipolititian. Modern Ascriptions: Alexander Brome [Brome (1982)] Attributions: Alexander Brome [Brome (1664); Brome (1668)] Contemporary Copies Modern Copies Brome (1982) 155 Notes: This poem appears within "Part II." of Brome (1664) and Brome (1668) . HelpBack to top |
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| Come let the State stay, / And drinke away, . . . | ||
| Last Line: The world was his owne by good drinking. Poem Title: [Untitled] Attributions: Sir John Suckling [Suckling (1646a)] Contemporary Copies Notes: From The Tragedy of Brennoralt. HelpBack to top |
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| Come let us be Joyful and Sing, / Great Britain will soon be at rest: . . . | ||
| Last Line: Then surely we'r all Blest, since, [refrain]. Poem Title: The Tories Triumph, or the Downfall of the Whigs. Refrain: To see none so Happy as We. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come let us be friends, and most friendly agree, / For the Pimp, the Punck, & the Doctor are three, . . . | ||
| Last Line: The Doctor new Vamps, and Upsets her again. Poem Title: Song 129. Contemporary Copies Notes: Variant Titles: "Song 254." Windsor Drollery (1672) HelpBack to top |
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| Come let us be merry, / Drink Claret and Sherry, . . . | ||
| Last Line: We should suddenly see [Refrain]. Poem Title: X. Written in 1648. Modern Ascriptions: Alexander Brome [Brome (1982)] Attributions: Alexander Brome [Brome (1664); Brome (1668)] Refrain: Then the Roundheads and Cavies agree. Contemporary Copies Modern Copies Brome (1982) 209 Notes: This poem appears within a section of Brome (1664) and Brome (1668) entitled "BALLADS.". HelpBack to top |
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| Come, let us laugh, let us drink, let us sing, / The Winter is with us as good as the Spring; . . . | ||
| Last Line: Conferring our notes together. Poem Title: Song 244. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come lets drink, the time invites, / winter and cold weather, . . . | ||
| Last Line: to king, and every Member. Poem Title: The new Droll. Contemporary Copies Notes: Variant Titles: "Song. XXXV. The New Droll." Loyal Garland (1686) HelpBack to top |
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| Come let's purge our brains, / from Ale and Grains, . . . | ||
| Last Line: Canary's Coronation. Poem Title: Canary's Coronation. Contemporary Copies Notes: Variant Titles: "Song. LVIII. Canary's Coronation." Loyal Garland (1686) HelpBack to top |
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| Come list and hark; / The bell doth toul . . . | ||
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A Knell. ("Gome list and hark; . . .")
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| Come listen a while (tho' the weather be cold) / In your Pockets and Plackets your hand you may hold. . . . | ||
| Last Line: It is forty to one they had come to less harm. Poem Title: Blanket Fair, or the History of Temple-street. Being a Relation of the merry Pranks plaid on the River of Thames during the great Frost. Tune Packingtons Pound. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come listen, ye Whigs, to my pitiful moan, / All you that have Ears, when the Dr. has none; . . . | ||
| Last Line: To think how they'll truss up the Saviour o'th' Nation. Poem Title: The Salamanca Doctor's Farewell over Titus's Exaltar to the Pillory, upon his Conviction of Perjury To the Tune of, Packinton's Pound. Contemporary Copies Notes: The copy of this poem printed in Loyal Songs (1685) includes music. HelpBack to top |
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| Come little Infant, Love me now, / While thine unsuspected years . . . | ||
| Last Line: And we both shall Monarchs prove. Poem Title: Young Love. Modern Ascriptions: Andrew Marvell [Marvell (1971)] Attributions: Andrew Marvell [Marvell (1681)] Contemporary Copies Modern Copies Marvell (1971) HelpBack to top |
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| Come live with me, and be my Whore, / And we will beg from door to door, . . . | ||
| Last Line: And leave our old ones for a pledge. Poem Title: The Wooing Rogue. The Tune is, My Freedom is all my joy. Refrain: Thou shalt turn Whore and I'le turn Thief. / Thou shalt turn Whore and I'le turn Thief. Contemporary Copies Notes: Variant Titles: "Song 279. On a Rogue." Windsor Drollery (1672) HelpBack to top |
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| Come make a good Toast, and stir up the fire, / And fill the great Tankard of what we admire: . . . | ||
| Last Line: To his honest Lord Mayor, & all other old Christians; / But guard us, good Lord, from these whining Philistins. Poem Title: The Pot Companions, or Drinking and Smoaking prefer'd before Caballing and Plotting. Thus all day long we're folick and gay, &c. Refrain: And here let us sit, like honest brave Fellows, / That neither are Tories nor Whigs in an Alehouse. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come murdering Miles, where's your Sedan? / Or where's the Man you had it from? . . . | ||
| Last Line: For Circumstance I am under. Poem Title: A Dialogue between Bowman the Tory, and Prance the Runagado. A new Song. To the Tune of, Hark, the Thundring Canons roar. Contemporary Copies Notes: The copy of this poem printed in Loyal Songs (1685) includes music. HelpBack to top |
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| Come my bully-rock away, / We do wast this drinking day, . . . | ||
| Last Line: Whilst we good White or Clarret see. Poem Title: SONG. 4. A Drunken Mock, to come away my Daphne. Refrain:We'l Drink and Sleep, and then we'l snore, / That Bacchus he, / May daily see, / The bubbing Glee, / 'Twixt thee and me, / And never will give o're, / Whilst we good White or Clarret see, Contemporary Copies Notes: Variant Titles: "Another Drunken Mock to Come my Daphne." Grammatical Drollery (1682) Variant Last Lines: "Whilst we good Sack or Claret see." Grammatical Drollery (1682) This poem appears in Grammatical Drollery (1682) within a section entitled "POEMS and SONGS." HelpBack to top |
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| Come my Daphne, come away, / We do waste the Chrystal day: . . . | ||
| Last Line: When they embrace a deitie Poem Title: Song 191. Contemporary Copies Notes: First line begins with speech prefix: "Streph. [Strephon]" HelpBack to top |
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| Come my dirty pug away / What the pox d'ye mean to stay: . . . | ||
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A Mock-song to Come my Daphny. ("Come my durty pug away . . .")
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| Come my durty pug away / What the pox de'e mean to stay: . . . | ||
| Last Line: But never will deplore my sad, but fatal destiny. Poem Title: A Mock-song to Come my Daphny. Contemporary Copies Notes: Variant Titles: "A Mock Song to Come my Daphne." Grammatical Drollery (1682) Variant Last Lines: "My sad, but fatal Destinie." Grammatical Drollery (1682) This poem appears in Grammatical Drollery (1682) within a section entitled "POEMS and SONGS." HelpBack to top |
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| Come my Honey, my Douse, my Dell, my Dear, / We have neither House nor Land, yet never want good cheer. . . . | ||
| Last Line: Then live with us &c. Poem Title: Song 138. Contemporary Copies Notes: The poem has been misnumbered "Song 138" rather than "238". HelpBack to top |
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| Come my Lads that love Canary, / Let us have a brisk Figary, . . . | ||
| Last Line: The longer time he did tarry here. Poem Title: SONG 41. A Drinking Song. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come my Molly, / Let's be jolly, / Since we are gotten together, my Dear, . . . | ||
| Last Line: We Women must yeild to our Fate. Poem Title: SONG 51. A Dialogue between a Gallant, and his Mistriss To the Tune: Of the new French Dance called Backnall Contemporary Copies Notes: First line begins with speech prefix: "Man." Cf. A Song. ("Come my Molly, Let us be jolly, . . .") , a song which seems, however, unrelated to this one. HelpBack to top |
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| Come my Molly, Let us be jolly, / Now we are both come hither; . . . | ||
| Last Line: I cannot hold out a minute. Poem Title: A Song. Tune, Thomas I cannot. Refrain: My Mother doth tell me I mun not, I mun not, / My Mother doth tell me I mun not. Contemporary Copies Notes: Variant Titles: "A Song," Grammatical Drollery (1682) Variant Last Lines: "I cannot hold out a minit." Grammatical Drollery (1682) Cf. SONG 51. ("Come my Molly, . . .") , a song which seems, however, unrelated to this one. This poem appears in Grammatical Drollery (1682) within a section entitled "POEMS and SONGS." HelpBack to top |
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| Come, my Olympia, we'll consume / Our Joys no more at this low rate; . . . | ||
| Last Line: And in this love resolve to die. Poem Title: Loves Contentment. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come my Phillis, let us improve, / Both our joy of equal love, . . . | ||
| Last Line: Declare thy youth and fire. Poem Title: A Song to a Scotish tune. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come my Phyllis, let us improve, / Both our joy of equal love, . . . | ||
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A Song to a Scotish tune. ("Come my Phillis, let us improve, . . .")
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| Come my pretty Nan, I must be the man / That must enjoy thee, . . . | ||
| Last Line: Till in the Arms of a Friend it expire. Poem Title: The Confident Gallant with her answer. Tune. Contemporary Copies Notes: For a response to this poem, see Her Answer. ("Prethee friend be gone, for I will ha' none . . .") HelpBack to top |
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| Come my sure drinking Blades! / Whose never known Trades, . . . | ||
| Last Line: And busi'd, in Pinning the Basket. / [Refrain] Poem Title: Song XLIII. Attributions: Henry Bold [Bold (1664)] Refrain: It isWine, / That's divine, / Must refine, / Our dull Souls: / There's no mirth, /In the Earth, / Where's a Dearth, / Of the Bowls. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come my sweet, whiles every strayin / Calls our Souls into the Eare, . . . | ||
| Last Line: Scorning the forgetfull Lake. Poem Title: Boy sings. Attributions: William Cartwright [Cartwright (1651)] Contemporary Copies Notes: From The Royall Slave II.iii. HelpBack to top |
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| Come my White head, let our Muses / Vent no spleen against abuses, . . . | ||
| Last Line: Lets crave a pardon from our head. Poem Title: The Red head and the White. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come near my lusty Lovers, / Give ear unto my ditty, . . . | ||
| See The description of a rare beauty of a Lovers Fancy. ("Come neer my lusty Lovers, . . .")
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| Come neer my lusty Lovers, / Give ear unto my ditty, . . . | ||
| Last Line: Peform'd a lovers duty. Poem Title: The description of a rare beauty of a Lovers Fancy. To an old Tune. Contemporary Copies Notes: For a response to this poem, see Her Ingenious her Answer so modestly delivered. ("Your verses I receiv'd, . . .") The poem begins with a four-line argument, that commences: " If any man doe want a Wife, / And would secure her Honesty,. . ." HelpBack to top |
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| Come never coy it so, thou art not fair / Skin deep perfection, or suppose you were, . . . | ||
| Last Line: Hadst thou been kind, how high could I have plac'd thee. Poem Title: To a Coy Mistress. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come noble Nymphs, and do not hide / The joyes for which you so provide, . . . | ||
| Last Line: Do promise you will do't. Poem Title: An ODE. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come now let's rejoyce, and the City Bells ring, / And the Bonefires kindle, while unto the King . . . | ||
| Last Line: Against all Fanaticks, when Great James commands. Poem Title: A Congratulation on the happy Discovery of the Hellish Fanatick Plot. To the Tune of, Now, now the Fight's done, &c. Contemporary Copies Notes: Includes an "EPILOGUE" that begins "With Wine of all sorts let the Conduits run free, / And each true heart drink the Kings health on his knee. . ." The copy of this poem printed in Loyal Songs (1685) includes music. HelpBack to top |
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| Come, o come, I brook no stay: / He doth not love that can delay. . . . | ||
| Last Line: But sprightfull kisses strike the Hours. Poem Title: A Song within. Attributions: William Cartwright [Cartwright (1651)] Contemporary Copies Notes: First line begins with number prefix: "1." Variant Titles: "An Invitation to enjoyment." Westminster Drollery Pt.2 (1672) From The Ordinary III.iii. HelpBack to top |
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| Come on brave spirit; help me thy name to dress, / Lest I blaspheme thee with my home-spun verse. . . . | ||
| Last Line: Since Learning's Body is condens'd in Thee. Poem Title: Upon Mr. John Cleeveland, my quondam Chamber-fellow. Contemporary Copies Notes: First line begins with salutation: "Dear Jack!" HelpBack to top |
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| Come on ye Critticks! find one fault who dare, / For read it backward, like a Witches I'ray'r. . . . | ||
| Last Line: Did ever Libell, yet so sharply bite? Poem Title: On Mr. E---- H---- upon his B---- P----- Modern Ascriptions: Charles Sackville, Sixth Earl of Dorset [Dorset (1979)] Attributions: John Wilmot, Second Earl of Rochester [Rochester (1680a)] Contemporary Copies Modern Copies Dorset (1979) HelpBack to top |
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| Come on ye Scribling Rebels of the Age, / Come on I say, advance upon the Stage; . . . | ||
| Last Line: Thy Rogueship made St. Dick at Tyburn Tree. Poem Title: Scandal Proof, or an Heroick Poem On the Renowned Champions of the Good Old Cause, Impudent Dick Janeway, and the rest of the Factious Tribe. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come Painter take a Prospect from this Hill, / And on a well-spread Canvas shew thy Skill: . . . | ||
| Last Line: And then dye by Suffocation. Poem Title: The Hierogliphick. Contemporary Copies Notes: Part of the section of Collection against Popery Pt1 (1689) entitled "LAMPOONS." HelpBack to top |
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| Come, pass about the bowl to me, / A health to our distressed King; . . . | ||
| Last Line: Let's tipple round; and so 'tis here. Poem Title: Song I. The Royalist. Written in 1646. Modern Ascriptions: Alexander Brome [Brome (1982)] Attributions: Alexander Brome [Brome (1664); Brome (1668)] Contemporary Copies Modern Copies Brome (1982) 117 Notes: This poem appears within "Part II." of Brome (1664) and Brome (1668) . HelpBack to top |
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| Come, Philomel, thou messenger of Spring; / Tune thy more pleasing notes, and to us sing; . . . | ||
| Last Line: As they me teach, know, Adrastina's here. Poem Title: Song 3. ex eadem. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come Poetry, and with thee bring along / A rich and painted throng . . . | ||
| Last Line: To sing my words, when She but speaks Her own! Poem Title: An Ode Written by Mr. Abraham Cowley For Her Majesty, Queen to King Charles I. Attributions: Abraham Cowley [Poems by Several Hands (1685)] Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come prethee leave this reading; let me hear / Some jests, or wanton tales, then shall my ear . . . | ||
| Last Line: That doth not appertain to Iesabel. Poem Title: A Dialogue betwixt the Flesh; and the Spirit. Attributions: Thomas Jordan [Jordan (1660a)] Contemporary Copies Notes: First line begins with speech prefix: "Fle." See also Spirit alone. ("Thus am I daily harried to and fro, . . .") HelpBack to top |
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| Come preythee leave this reading; let me hear / Some jests, or wanton tales, then shall my ear . . . | ||
| See A Dialogue betwixt the Flesh; and the Spirit. ("Come prethee leave this reading; let me hear . . .")
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| Come prithee leave this reading; let me hear / Some jests, or wanton tales, then shall my ear . . . | ||
| See A Dialogue betwixt the Flesh; and the Spirit. ("Come prethee leave this reading; let me hear . . .")
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| Come prythee leave this reading; let me hear / Some jests, or wanton tales, then shall my ear . . . | ||
| See A Dialogue betwixt the Flesh; and the Spirit. ("Come prethee leave this reading; let me hear . . .")
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| Come saddest thoughts possess my heart, / And in my grief come bear a part; . . . | ||
| Last Line: He that indur'd Loves Martyrdom. Poem Title: Song. Modern Ascriptions: Sir William Herbert, Earl of Pembroke [Pembroke (1959)] Attributions: William Herbert, Earl of Pembroke [Pembroke (1660)] Contemporary Copies Modern Copies Pembroke (1959) 102 Notes: Poem is headed "P" in Pembroke (1660) signifying Sir William Herbert, Earl of Pembroke. HelpBack to top |
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| Come Shepherds come, / Come away without delay, . . . | ||
| Last Line: If you crave it. Poem Title: Song 187. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come sigh no more, but kiss again, / These troubles shall never trouble me; . . . | ||
| Last Line: And both shall be conquer'd, yet not run away. Poem Title: Song XXIV. To his Mistress affrighted in the wars. Modern Ascriptions: Alexander Brome [Brome (1982)] Attributions: Alexander Brome [Brome (1664); Brome (1668)] Contemporary Copies Modern Copies Brome (1982) 94 HelpBack to top |
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| Come Silvia, freely let's enjoy / Loves chiefest sweets; for being coy, . . . | ||
| See A Dialogue. ("Come Sylvia, freely let's enjoy . . .")
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| Come sit we by the fires side; / And roundly drinke we here; . . . | ||
| Last Line: And noses tann'd with Beere. Poem Title: The Coblers Catch. Modern Ascriptions: Robert Herrick [Herrick (1968)] Attributions: Robert Herrick [Herrick (1648)] Contemporary Copies Modern Copies Herrick (1968) HelpBack to top |
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| Come sit we under yonder Tree, / Where merry as the Maids we'l be. . . . | ||
| Last Line: A kiss to each; and so we'l end. Poem Title: To the Maids to walke abroad. Modern Ascriptions: Robert Herrick [Herrick (1968)] Attributions: Robert Herrick [Herrick (1648)] Contemporary Copies Modern Copies Herrick (1968) HelpBack to top |
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| Come, skilfull Lupo, now, and take / Thy Bice, thy Umber, Pink, and Lake; . . . | ||
| Last Line: Sho'd by his breathing, poyson thee. Poem Title: To the Painter, to draw him a Picture. Modern Ascriptions: Robert Herrick [Herrick (1968)] Attributions: Robert Herrick [Herrick (1648)] Contemporary Copies Modern Copies Herrick (1968) 38 HelpBack to top |
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| Come smooth off your Liquor! / It makes th' Wit quicker, . . . | ||
| Last Line: Shall have all the rest, in his Codpeice. Poem Title: Song LV. A Round. Attributions: Henry Bold [Bold (1664)] Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come Sons of Summer, by whose toile, / We are the Lords of Wine and Oile: . . . | ||
| Last Line: But for to make it spring againe. Poem Title: The Hock-cart, or Harvest home: To the Right Honourable, Mildmay, Earle of Westmorland. Modern Ascriptions: Robert Herrick [Herrick (1968)] Attributions: Robert Herrick [Herrick (1648)] Contemporary Copies Modern Copies Herrick (1968) HelpBack to top |
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| Come, Sweet, and draw the Curtain round, / That we may meet where pleasures do abound; . . . | ||
| Last Line: Sweet, agree, agree. Poem Title: A SONG. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come Sylvia, freely let's enjoy / Loves chiefest sweets; for being coy, . . . | ||
| Last Line: Thou wilt, that thou no sooner didst consent Poem Title: A Dialogue. Attributions: Thomas Weaver [Weaver (1654)] Refrain: What e're the rigid Sages of old time / Did love and practice most, they made a crime / To th' rude vulgar, and did thus devise, / That no man should be happy but the wise, Contemporary Copies Notes: First line begins with speech prefix: "Thir." Last line begins with speech prefix: "Thi." HelpBack to top |
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| Come then, and like two Doves with silv'rie wings, / Let our soules flie to'th'shades, where ever springs . . . | ||
| Last Line: But Night determines here, Away. Poem Title: The Apparition of his Mistresse calling him to Elizium. Desunt nonnulla----- Modern Ascriptions: Robert Herrick [Herrick (1968)] Attributions: Robert Herrick [Herrick (1648)] Contemporary Copies Modern Copies Herrick (1968) HelpBack to top |
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| Come then, lets kisse, let us embrace each other, / Till we have found a babe, faire (like the mother.) . . . | ||
| See To Leda his coy Bride, on the Bridall Night. ("Why art thou coy (my Leda) ar't not mine? . . .")
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| Come thou fairest master-peece, / Of natures work, her golden fleece, . . . | ||
| Last Line: You will not for your losse once grieve. Poem Title: To a young Mayd. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come thou not neere those men, who are like Bread / O're-leven'd; or like Cheese o're-renetted. . . . | ||
| Last Line: O're-leven'd; or like Cheese o're-renetted. Poem Title: To his Booke. Modern Ascriptions: Robert Herrick [Herrick (1968)] Attributions: Robert Herrick [Herrick (1648)] Contemporary Copies Modern Copies Herrick (1968) 7 HelpBack to top |
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| Come thou, who art the Wine, and wit / Of all I've writ: . . . | ||
| Last Line: And then meet here. Poem Title: His Winding-sheet. Modern Ascriptions: Robert Herrick [Herrick (1968)] Attributions: Robert Herrick [Herrick (1648)] Contemporary Copies Modern Copies Herrick (1968) HelpBack to top |
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| Come Tom let's drink a rousing glass, / Ud's niggs ne're stir, is but an Ass, . . . | ||
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A CATCH ("Come Tom let's drink a rowsing glass, . . .")
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| Come Tom let's drink a rowsing glass, / Ud's niggs ne're stirre, is but an Asse, . . . | ||
| Last Line: Let him be hang'd, who cares not for't. Poem Title: A CATCH , To the Tune of, Old Poets Hipocrene Admire. Contemporary Copies Notes: See also Another to the same Tune. ("Tis much / The Dutch . . .") and Another to the same Tune. ("For Wine / That's fine . . .") HelpBack to top |
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| Come, Tragick Muse, finde me one Spring through all / Parnassus Rise, womb swell'd with bitter'st Gall, . . . | ||
| Last Line: By writing Dead my Self, then This to th' Life. Poem Title: Upon the much lamented Departure of the right Hopeful, and truly Noble, Henry Lord Hastings, Son and Heir to the Right Honorable, Ferdinando Earl of Huntingdon. Attributions: John Rosse [Lachrymae Musarum (1650)] Contemporary Copies Notes: Poem concludes with an "Epitaph": "Here lies our Ages Paramont; the Store/ Of Albions shame, because it mourns no more. / And since the Fate is so, if, for his fall / We cannot weep enough, our Children shall" HelpBack to top |
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| Come troll it away, / We'll drink up the Day, . . . | ||
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A Song. ("Come trowl it away, . . .")
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| Come trowl it away, / We'l drink up the Day, . . . | ||
| Last Line: But small beer wou'd make us all asses. Poem Title: A Song. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come with the Spring-time, forth Fair Maid, and be / This year again, the medows Deity. . . . | ||
| Last Line: Cherrish the cheek, but make none blush at all. Poem Title: The meddow verse or Aniversary to Mistris Bridget Lowman. Modern Ascriptions: Robert Herrick [Herrick (1968)] Attributions: Robert Herrick [Herrick (1648)] Contemporary Copies Modern Copies Herrick (1968) HelpBack to top |
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| Come ye Termagnant Turks, / If your Bassa dares land ye, . . . | ||
| Last Line: They shall water at Chios. Poem Title: Song 175. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come your Ale is a liquor, / Drawes thicker and thicker, . . . | ||
| Last Line: And Apollo himselfe to a Dray-man. Poem Title: Song against Ale. Attributions: Martin Lluelyn [Lluelyn (1646)] Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Come your waies / Bonny Boyes . . . | ||
| Last Line: Now every man's a beggar. Poem Title: Song II. The Commoners. Written in 1645. to the Club men. Modern Ascriptions: Alexander Brome [Brome (1982)] Attributions: Alexander Brome [Brome (1664); Brome (1668)] Contemporary Copies Modern Copies Brome (1982) 118 Notes: Variant First Lines: "Come your wayes . . ." Brome (1668) This poem appears within "Part II." of Brome (1664) and Brome (1668) . HelpBack to top |
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| Come your wayes / Bonny Boys . . . | ||
| See Song II. ("Come your waies . . .")
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| Come your ways / Bonny Boys . . . | ||
| See Song II. ("Come your waies . . .")
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| Comely Acts well; and when he speaks his part, / He doth it with the sweetest tones of Art: . . . | ||
| Last Line: More curst for singing out of tune then he. Poem Title: Upon Comely a good speaker but an ill singer, Epig. Modern Ascriptions: Robert Herrick [Herrick (1968)] Attributions: Robert Herrick [Herrick (1648)] Contemporary Copies Modern Copies Herrick (1968) HelpBack to top |
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| Comely Swain, why sit'st thou so? / Fala, la, fa, la, la, &c. . . . | ||
| Last Line: Fa, la, la, fa, la, la, &c. Poem Title: Song 56. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Command the Roofe great Genius, and from thence / Into this house powre downe thy influence, . . . | ||
| Last Line: Grow old with time, but yet keep weather-proofe. Poem Title: To the Genius of his house. Modern Ascriptions: Robert Herrick [Herrick (1968)] Attributions: Robert Herrick [Herrick (1648)] Contemporary Copies Modern Copies Herrick (1968) HelpBack to top |
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| Commanding Asker, if it be / Pity that you fain would have, . . . | ||
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The faire Begger. ("Comanding Asker, if it be . . .")
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| Commit thy ship unto the winde, / But not thy faith to woman kind, . . . | ||
| Last Line: To make a good thing of a bad. Poem Title: 168 Of women. Contemporary Copies Notes: Variant Titles: "Song 88." New Academy (1669) HelpBack to top |
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| Communem poscunt luctum communia damna, / Hic non ad planctus gens erit una satis; . . . | ||
| Last Line: Nunc lacrymarum etiam colligat Oceanus. Poem Title: [Untitled] Attributions: Thomas Glynne [Epicedia Academiae Oxoniensis (1661)] Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Compare the Bramble to the stately Pine; / The fruitless Thistle to the vertuous Vine; . . . | ||
| Last Line: In that unequal height, Superlative. Poem Title: Another Epigram. To his Superlative Mistris. Attributions: Henry Bold [Bold (1657)] Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Comspexit CAROLUS quas aut Germania Nymphas / Praedicat, aut venerum Gallia dives alit; . . . | ||
| Last Line: Est Hominum, Sensu; Mente probare, Dei est. Poem Title: [Untitled] Attributions: Robert Grove [Domiduca Oxoniensis (1662)] Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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| Comus nor Momus, now must be my Theam, / My Muse must mourn in a more serious strein. . . . | ||
| Last Line: The Doctor hoal'd, with the Badger at his back. Poem Title: The Badger in the Fox-Trap, or a Satyr upon Satyrs. Contemporary Copies HelpBack to top |
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