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Chor. Which are three

Tir. By the judges of the dead!

Chor. Which are three

Three times three

Tir. By hell's blue flame!
By the Stygian lake!
And by Demogorgon's name
At which ghosts quake!
Hear and appear!

JOHN COLLOP, M. D.

His productions were printed by himself, with the arrogant title of "Poesis Redeviva, or POESIE REVIVED." London, 1656, 12mo. How far this rhyming physician promoted the revival of the Muses, will best appear by the following specimen.

ON A RETIRED LADY.

SPRING of beauty, mine of pleasure,

Why so like a miser treasure?

Or a richer jewel set

In a viler cabinet?

Virtue and vice

Know but one price;

Seem both allied;

Ne'er distinguish'd if ne'er tried.

The sun's as fair, as bright as you,
And yet expos'd to public view:
Who, if envious grown, or proud,
He masks his beauty in a cloud,

The wind and rain

Him back again

In sighs and tears

Woo, till smiling he appears.

Ceruse nor Stibium can prevail,
No art repairs where age makes fail,
Then, Euphormia, be not still

A prisoner to a fonder will;
Nor let's in vain

Thus nature blame,

'Cause she confines

To barren grounds the richer mines.

JOHN COLLOP, M. D.

His productions were printed by himself, with the arrogant title of "Poesis Redeviva, or POESIE REVIVED." London, 1656, 12mo. How far this rhyming physician promoted the revival of the Muses, will best appear by the following specimen.

ON A RETIRED LADY.

SPRING of beauty, mine of pleasure,

Why so like a miser treasure?

Or a richer jewel set

In a viler cabinet ?

Virtue and vice

Know but one price;

Seem both allied;

Ne'er distinguish'd if ne'er tried.

The sun's as fair, as bright as you,
And yet expos'd to public view:
Who, if envious grown, or proud,
He masks his beauty in a cloud,

The wind and rain

Him back again

In sighs and tears

Woo, till smiling he appears.

Ceruse nor Stibium can prevail,
No art repairs where age makes fail,
Then, Euphormia, be not still

A prisoner to a fonder will;

Nor let's in vain

Thus nature blame,

'Cause she confines

To barren grounds the richer mines,

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