Roger and Mary, or, The loving couple in a great engagement : Rogers true love to his Mary did not in the least miscarry : he souldier-like besieg'd and enter'd, and had the prize for which he ventur'd : tune of, Moggies Jealousie.
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Imprint: | London : Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in Pye-corner, [between 1672 and 1695] |
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Description: | 1 online resource (1 sheet ([1] p.) :) ill. |
Language: | English |
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Format: | E-Resource Book |
URL for this record: | http://pi.lib.uchicago.edu/1001/cat/bib/11846290 |
Varying Form of Title: | Loving couple in a great engagement |
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Other uniform titles: | Moggies Jealousie. |
Notes: | In verse. Date range of publication suggested by Wing (2nd ed.). First line: As Roger and Mary were toyling. Text in four columns with woodcuts at top. Reproduction of original in: National Library of Scotland--Crawford Collections. Wing (2nd ed.), R1791 |
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