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A80038	The card of courtship or the language of love; fitted to the humours of all degrees, sexes, and conditions. Made up of all sorts of curious and ingenious dialogues, pithy and pleasant discourses, eloquent and winning letters, delicious songs and sonnets, fine fancies, harmonious odes, sweet rhapsodies.	Musophilus.	1653 (1653)	Wing C489; Thomason E1308_2; ESTC R13318	76,907	193

And th'row great hardships makes an easie way Epigram in eundem LOve like a clouded star does shine most bright Where somewhat cover'd by misfortunes night In praise of his Mistress 1. I Have a Mistress for perfections rare In all men's eyes but in my thoughts most fair She is a model of divine perfections Fortunes darling Natures wonder She is the sweetest of all sweet complexions And of future joys the founder In whose sweet looks are blessings three Beauty and Love and Modestie 2. Of all her sex she is the onely splendor And an ornament to Fame For they are few can equal praises render To her more-then-matchless frame Whhm if the Trojan Paris had but seen Beauty had had no other Queen 3. She is the onely Jewel I desire I can but wonder at her beauty She is the noble Lady I admire To whom I owe submissive duty Her modest comely shape it so exceeds That to her sweetest Roses seem but weeds Fair'st to your praise I dare affirm and tell Some may come nigh few match but none excell Epigram in Amorem O Heav'nly Love that canst without controul In such a happie wo involve my soul Who tells me that Love wo no 't is a stem Branching from Heav'ns Imperial Diadem A roll of faults the great * Tevent Comoedian brings And says they are the meanest of Loves stings The * Ovid. alii Jove Poet sings the Deity of Love And its descent brings down from mighty Which shall I credit for they disagree The Poets sung his divine Pedigree Then all confess with me infer hence even All 's throughly good that does come down from heaven Though * Viz. Love thou wert fatal yet I still would cry If Love be death then let me ever die To his Mistress Fidelia SHall I court Beauty of the richest dye In fixing dimness on the clearest eye Making spectators proud if but one glance Or smile from it do on them wondering chance Then blame me not for my Fidelia's fair Her beauty never sully'd by bold air Shall I court riches and account my self Well match'd if wedded but to worldly pelf Cease Envie then and henceforth blame not me For why Fidelia is too rich for me Shall I seek noble birth and think 't a grace To match my self with one of noble race Hoping to be esteem'd ' cause men may see The empty boast of a long Pedigree Then come Fidelia for we will enlarge A Muster-roll more lasting with less charge Shall I court one that 's chaste who is as free From all black deeds as purest Lilies be From spots before that ruder hands do smutch Their unstain'd beauty with a sordid touch Such is Fidelia whom the Tu●tle-dove Alone resembles in her chastest love Shall I court Verrue and account her best To be accepted as my constant guest Come then Fidelia thou most blessed soul Who dost all vertues in thy self inroul who 'll blame me now Fidelia's fair chaste good Possest of riches come of noble blood And now Fidelia do'n't you think that I Have said ought here that may be thought too high Nor think I flatter pray for if you be Such to none else by y' are to me A SONG His Mistress sad and grieved 1. CAn any see my Mistress frown And yet not with her be cast down The Sun as mourning light withdrew Day clouds it self in sable hue I in her countenance did see How great a darkness soon would be 2. The grief that did my Love annoy Anticipates our next days joy The heav'ns with her are sad and cloud Their shining beauty in a cloud Distilling down themselves in rain That sorrow should such beauty stain 3. Can I be merry and she grieve Shall I mine eyes from tears reprieve Since melancholy has possest My onely Joy thy lovely brest Oh no! her sadness I can'n't see But with a loving sympathy 4. See how her tears bedew her cheeks Her sighs her inward sadness speaks How can my joys increase or grow Since you my Sun are clouded so Help Heav'ns to chear her or I die Her grief 's my endless misery A Song out of my History of F. and A. A Gentlewoman singing to her Lute sends forth this Ditty 1. IS not sweet Lute my chaste life best No foolish thoughts ever come neer My unpolluted maiden-brest That make me either doubt or fear Come then my Lute and help me with thy play To pass some trifling idle hours away 2. Poor silly souls guided amiss Into belief by Poets tales That such a thing as Cupid is Whose arrow level'd never fails But I my Lute am free help me to play With thy sweet notes some trifling hours away 3. Thus will I keep my Virginity Seeking to get no other mate Whereon my bale or joy shall ly Then thou my Lute who first my state Come then Companion help me with thy play To pass some trifling idle hours away Song 2. ex eadem 1. IN setters bound I freedom finde And though I am with cares opprest Yet have I now content in minde And am from troubles quite releast How can this be In Loves Gyves I am bound Yet joy and freedom in my love have found 2. Since Fortune then has rockt my sense Into a sleep which fancy pleases I will not seek to give offence To her who thus my torment eases But with a quiet silence will submit Enforced by Love's power unto it Song 3. ex eadem COme Philomel thou messenger of Spring Tune thy more pleasing notes and to us sing And of thy fellow-fingers get a Quire To chant such consorts as exceeds desire See! it is done heark how the pretty birds Set out their notes how freely they afford Their harmony which with delight our souls Into a sweet felicity inrouls See how the sportive windes with gentle gales On yond' bough kisses constantly entails And they as 't were with willing bendings meeting His persever'd and constant profer'd greeting Would you know why the birds so pleasant are Why windes and trees such love t' each other bear 'T is this That I should with a loving fear As they me teach know Adrastina's here Certain Complemental Letters and Forms both to begin and end all Epistles A Letter of Love IF I were to wish a titular happiness it should onely be now to know by what name of somewhat more then ordinary neerness I might tender my best respects and affection towards you but such is my unworthiness as hath no such power in any small proportion to be endeared to your goodness though of all other earthly things I most earnestly desire the accomplishment it would make me of now miserable to approach to some possibility of comfort I confess I love you first in your person whose feature merits beyond admiration secondly your vertuous worth and unparallell'd qualities rarely found in these giddy times both suting in a fit way to imparadise the possessor hath forced many to attempt the attaining and

old Rodorigo had I a hundred ●earts I should want room to entertain his love ●nd the others hate Eug. I could say as much were 't not sin to slan●er the dead Miserable wenches how have we ●ffended our fathers that they should make us the ●rice of their dotage the medicines of their griefs ●hat have more need of Physick our selves I thank ●●y dead mother that left me a womans will in her ●ast Testament that 's all the weapons we poor Gyrles can use and with that will I fight against ●ather friends and kindred and either injoy Fo●o ●osco or die in the field in 's quarrel Flav. You are happy that can withstand your ●ortune with so merry a resolution Eug. Why should I twine my armes to cables ●●t up all night like a watching Candle and distill ●●y brains through my eye-lids Your brother loves me and I love your brother and where these two consent I would fain see a third could hinder us Fla. Alas our sex is most wretched no sooner born ●ut nurs'd up from our Infancy in continual slave●●y no sooner able to pray for our selves but they braile and hud us so with sowre awe of parents that we dare not offer to bate our desires and whereas it becomes men to vent their amorous passions at their pleasure we poor souls must rake up our affections in the ashes of a burnt heart not daring to sigh without excuse of the spleen or fit of the mother Eug. I will plainly profess my love 't is honest chaste and staines not modesty Shall I be married by my fathers compulsion to an old mandrake who is able to beget nothing but groanes a hunting-golding a faln pack-horse No no I 'll see him freeze to crystal first In other things good Father I am your most obedient daughter but in this a pure woman And in troth the temper of my blood tells me I was never born to so cold a misfortune my Genius whispers me in the car and sweares We shall injoy our Loves fear it not wench and so farewell good Elavia farewel farewel Fla. Farewel merry-hearted Eugenia Corvino a rustisk clowne complements with Beancha a Kitchin-maid Corv. HE that saies I am not in love he lies de cap a pe for I am Idle choicely neat in my cloathes valiant and exream witty my meditations are loaded with Metaphors Songs and Sonnets flow from me as fluently as Heigh gee not one shakes his tail but I ●igh out a passion thus do I to my mistress but ●las I kiss the dog and she kicks me I never see a wanton Filly but I say There goes Beancha nor a lusty strong Al 's but I remember my self and sit down to consider what a goodly race of Mules would inherit if she were willing onely I want atterance and that 's a main mark of love too Bean. Corvino What price bear Wheat and Saffron that your Band 's so stiff and yellow why Corvino not a word Prethee what business in Town how do all at Totnam Grown mute what do you bring from the Country Corv. There 't is now are my floud-gates drawn and I 'll surround her What have I brought sweet bit of beauty a hundred thousand salutations o' the elder house to your most Illustrious honour and worship Bean. To me these Titles is your basket full of nothing else Corv. Full of the fruits of love most resplendent Lady a present to your worthiness from your worships poor vassal Corvino Bean. My life on 't he scrap'd these Complements from his Cart the last load he carried to the City But what have you read Corvino that makes you grow thus eloquent why you talk nothing but warbling Rhapsodies Corv. Sweet Madam I read nothing but the lines of your Ladiships countenance and desire onely to kiss the skirts of your Garments if you vouchsafe me not the happiness of your white hands Bean. Come give me your basket and take it Cor. O sweet now will I never wash my mouth after nor breath but at my Nostrils lest I lose the taste of her fingers Beancha I must tell you a secret if you 'l make much on 't Bean. As it deserves what is' t Corv. I love you dear morsel of modesty I love and so truly that I 'll make you mistress of my thoughts Lady of my revenues and commit all my moveables into your hands that is I give you an arnest kiss in the high way of Matrimony Bean. This the end of all the business Corv. Is this the end of all this business most beautiful and most worthy to be most beautiful Lady Bean. Hence fool hence farewel Co●idon Corv. Why now she knowes my business she put up the fruit in her lap and threw away the basket 't is a plain signe she abhors the words and embraces the meaning O lips no lips but leaves besmear'd with Mildew O dew no dew but drops of Honey-combs 'T is a rare morsel of dripping O how happy shall I be to recreate my chine with her I 'll follow her were I sure to be basted with Salt and Vinegar A Citizens wife in love with a Suburb-Gentleman confers with a Curtizan how to obtain his love and yet not purchase her husbands discontent Their names suppose to be ARMELINA and DECOY Arme. FAin would I meet the Gentleman Dec. Pish Faine would you meet him why do you not take the course Arme. The means is easily resolv'd what thinkst thou Dec. Thus meet him at Mr. Strouds house the Phenix there 's a Gossips feast to morrow-night Arme. O but my husbands Jealous Eyes Dec. When husbands in their rank'st suspitions dwell Then 't is our best art to dissemble Well Put but these notes in use that I 'll direct you He 'll curse himself that ere he did suspect you Perhaps he will sollicite you as in tryal To visite such and such still give denial Let no Perswasions sway you they are but fetches Set to betray you Jealousies slignts and reaches Seem in his sight to endure the sight of no man Put by all kisses till you kiss in common Neglect all entertainment if he bring in Strangers keep you your Chamber be not seen If he chance steal upon you let him find Some book lie open ' gainst an unchast mind Manage these principles but with art and life Welcome all Nations thou' rt an honest wife Arme. Here Lady convey my heart unto him in this Jewel against you see me next you shall perceive I have profited in the mean season tell him I am a Prisoner yet on the Masters side my husbands Jealousie that masters him as he doth master me and as a Keeper that locks Prisoners up is himself prison'd under in his owne key Even so my husband in restraining me With the same ward bais his own liberty Dec. I 'll tell him how you wisht it and I 'll weare My wits to nothing but these clouds shall cleare A young Citizen Courting his Neighbours daughter Their

be told Mel. Yet I have heard thee heretofore Thy joys in open songs report Erg. I said I had of joy some store But not how much or in what sort Mel. Yet when a joy is in excess It self it will unfold Erg. Thus then my joies I do express I clip my Arnageld Sonnet VII SHe that denies me I would have Who craves me I despise Venus hath power to rule my heart But not to please my eyes Temptations offer'd still I scorn Deny'd I wish them still I 'll neither glut my appetite Nor seek to starve my will Diana double cloath'd offends So Venus naked quite The last begers a surfet and The other not delight That crafty girl shall please me best That No for Yea can say And ev'ry wanton willing kiss Can season with a Nay Song 17. 1. WHen to her Lute Althea sings Her voice revives the leaden strings And doth in highest notes appear As any chaleng'd eccho clear But when she doth of mourning speak Ev'n then her sighs the strings do break 2. And as her Lute doth live or die Led by her passions so must I For when of pleasure she doth sing My thoughts enjoy a sudden spring But if she do of sorrow speak Ev'n fresh my heart the strangs do break Sonnet VIII 1. LIke the Violet which alone Prospers in some happie shade My dear Mistress lives unknown To no looser eye betray'd For she 's to her self untrue Who delights i' th' publike view 2. Such her beauty as no arts Hath enrich'd with borrow'd grace Her high birth no pride imparts For she blushes in her place Folly boasts a noble blood She is noblest being good 3. She 's cautious and ne'er knew yet What a wanton courtship meant Nor speaks loud to boast her wit In her silence eloquent Of her self survey she takes But 'tween men no diff'rence makes Song 18. A Country-Courtship written during my abode at S.r. E. D's house in Wilishire 1. CHloris my onely Goddess and my good Whiter then is th' untrodden snowie way And redder then the rose but late a bud Half blown and pluckt with dew by break of day To view more comely then the Plane-tree's shape And sweeter then the ripe and swelling grape More pleasant then the shade in summer-time Or the sun-beams in winters coldest prime 2. More fresh then any cool and trembling winde Morenoble then the fruit that Orchards yeeld More jocund then the tender Kid by kind When full it skips and traverseth the fields More flowry then the rich and pleasant mead With painted flowers in midst of May bespread More sost then spotless down on Cygnets brest Or the sweet milk and cheese-curds yet unprest 3. Clusters of Grapes do beautify my Vines Some golden purple-red all fair and full Of part whereof I make most dainty wines And part of them I keep for thee to pull And with thy hands most delicate and fair Gather thou may'st ripe Plums by goodly pairs Under the shadow of thy boughes to ease thee 4. Here I have Damsens Nuts and colour'd Peares With Peaches fine that would each eye invite And every tree and fruit this Island bears All for thy service pleasure and delight And as my heart to please thee I have bowed So have all these the self-same office vowed In Autumn if thy husband I might be Chesnuts and Medlers I would keep for thee Sonnet IX The Lover imbracing his Mistress A Bout the husband-Oak the Vine Thus wreaths to kiss his leavy face Their streams thus Rivers joyn And lose themselves in the mbrace But Trees want sense when they infold And waters when they meet are cold Thus Turtles bill and groan Their loves into each others eare Two flames thus burn in one When their curl'd heads to heaven they reare But Birds want soul though not desire And flames material soon expire Song 19. Sung by three Beggers IRUS BRUNELLO FURBO IRUS BRight shines the Sun play Beggers play Here 's seraps enough to serve to day What noise of Vials is so sweet As when our merry clappers ring What mirth doth want where Beggers meet A Beggers life is for a King Eat drink and play sleep when we list Go where we will so stocks be mist Bright shines the Sun play Beggers play Here 's scraps enough to serve to day BRUNELLO The world is ours and ours alone For we alone have world at will We purchase not all is our own Both fields and streets we Beggers fill Nor care to get nor fear to keep Did ever break a Beggers sleep Bright shines the Sun c. FURBO A hundred head of black and white Upon our downes securely feed If any dare his Master bite He dies therefore as sure as creed Thus Beggers lord it as they please And none but Beggers live at ease Bright shines the Sun c. Sonnet X. DIsdain that so doth fill me Hath surely sworn to kill me And I must die Desire that still doth burn me To life again will turn me And live must I. O kill me then Disdain That I may live again 2. Thy looks are life unto me And yet those looks undo me O death and life Thy smile some rest doth shew me Thy frown doth soon o'erthrow me O peace and strife Nor life nor death is either Then give me both or neither 3. Life onely cannot please me Death onely cannot case me Change is delight I live that death may kill me And die that life may fill me Both day and night If once Desire decay Despair will wear away Song 20. Sung by a Shepherd and a Shepherdess AMYNTAS AMARILLIS Amynt THe cause why that thou dost deny To look on me sweet Fo impart Amar. Because that doth not please the eye Which doth offend and grieve the heart Amynt What woman is or ever was That when she looketh was not mov'd Amar. She that resolves her life to pass Neither to love nor to be lov'd Amynt There is no heart so fierce or hard That can so much torment a soul Amar. Nor Shepherd of so small regard That Reason will so much controul Amynt How falls it out love doth not kill Thy Cruelty with some remorse Amar. Because that Love is but a Will And Free-will doth admit no force Amynt Behold what reason now thou hast To remedy my loving smart Amar. The very same bindes me as fast To keep such danger from my heart Amynt Why dost thou thus torment my minde And to what end thy beauty keep Amar. Because thou call'st me still unkinde And pitiless when thou dost meet Amynt Is it because thy cruelty In killing me doth never end Amar. No but because I mean thereby My heart from sorrow to defend Sonnet XI 1. Amphion O thou holy shade Bring Orpheus with thee That wonder may you both invade To hear my melody You who are soul not rudely made Up with material ears Are fit to hear the musick of these spheares 2. Hark when my Mistress Orbes do move By my