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A54745	The mysteries of love & eloquence, or, The arts of wooing and complementing as they are manag'd in the Spring Garden, Hide Park, the New Exchange, and other eminent places : a work in which is drawn to the life the deportments of the most accomplisht persons, the mode of their courtly entertainments, treatments of their ladies at balls, their accustom'd sports, drolls and fancies, the witchcrafts of their perswasive language in their approaches, or other more secret dispatches ...	Phillips, Edward, 1630-1696?	1685 (1685)	Wing P2067; ESTC R25584	236,029	441

envy your beauties and the most perfect your merits yet are they silenced by your charms nay sickness it self is render'd captive by the puissence of your allurements though if it wound you now it is but with the wounds that you have made and doubtless it hath seiz'd on you hoping that by possession of your fair body it may both change its name and nature so that it is pardonable both for its love and for its subtlety Neither do I believe that it is you but your rigour that it aims to destroy be you less cruel and the disease will asswage otherwise you will be in danger of your life Though doubtless the consideration of destroying so many marvels will stop his designs Death oft-times make use of love against us so that he will have a care of your life as of his keenest weapon wherewith he brings us men under his command making us willing to yield to his stroak as the refuge of that misery into which your cruelty oft-times throws us This I know by experience as being your Slave To his Mistriss despairing of her Favour though unjustly offended against her Madam WHat avails it you to make me feel your Thorns when I have gather'd your Flower Why do you blame in words him whom you have honour'd in effects and blame him without cause who cannot praise you but unjustly Moderate your severity seeing that it offends you more then it hurts me I have protested a thousand times that I never was faulty as you thought me though it was to no purpose you believing otherwise It suffices for my satisfaction that I know the truth and that I have essay'd all the ways in the world to make you understand it though in vain Adieu most fair but yet too cruel if you leave me triumphing over the most worthy subject in the world I leave you vanquish'd by a more faithful Lover A Letter of Consolation to a Mistress upon the death of her Servant Madam I Believe that if you have been the last who have understood the death of your Servant that you will be one of the first and indeed the onely person who will in your soul celebrate the sad remembrance of him a much longer time than any of his Friends not that his merit doth oblige you for I well know that all merit loses its esteem in your presence being so perfect as you are nor your Piety though it be a thing natural to you with your other vertues but only his love and constancy as being both equally incomparable Neither do I believe that either of these do oblige you at all for though his love were very great that could not be otherwise seeing you were his object no more than his constancy whatever it were so that to say the truth I know not what can urge you to bewail his loss unless it be the goodness of your inclinations being as mild and sweet as you are fair and consequently full of Piety I should weep my self for having the least thought to condemn your tears yet give me leave to believe that when you remember that the fires proceeding from your eyes did help to consume his life it would make them weep for sorrow Now what punishment will you impose upon your Beauty if there be nothing in you that hath partaken of the millions of pains which he hath endured for your sake Certainly you ought to suffer Shipwrack in the Sea of your tears unless the God of Love have need of you for one of his Altars Since you are the only Idol to whom all mortals will present the sacrifices of their Servitude And as for my self who have undertaken to succeed to the merits and constancy of your deceased Servant I will not give assurances in words for deeds themselves shall always be my sureties Dry up your tears stop your sighs I summon you to this duty in the behalf of Reason it self knowing that his Commands are to be obey'd Madam when I first put Pen to Paper I had a design to comfort you but knowing the greatness of your resolution against all sorts of accidents I chang'd my intention to assure you of the love and servitude that I have vow'd to you under the title of Madam Your most humble Servant Letters SIR I Know 't is to 〈◊〉 purpose to dispute of Civilities with you 〈◊〉 li●● in the light of the world and are so well stor'd with the best words to express them I know too well that the excellency that dwells in you begets at the same time desires to preserve as well as to acquire your favour I have but one grief that I have not Soul enough to judge of those perfections that dwell in you which though I can never attain rightly to conceive yet I am confident no man can honour them more so that should you call me your Idolater you could not strain a word that could so rightly as that express my respects toward you Sir Complements are very rare with me and therefore I request you to believe me when I say that they must be very strong cords and dangerous commandments that shall remove me from your service I know I can never deserve such violent proofs of my obedience it shall suffice me that I doubt not of your love as being Sir Your most devoted Servant To his Absent Friend SIR IF I thought Fortune could be so much our Friend I should request her to make us inseparable that I might be no more oblig'd thus to write since the entertainments that distant friends do give and take by Letters is but a picture of those between persons presents for to say the truth a Letter is but a Copy of that which makes us more curious of the original a Glass that shadows to us stronger desires to enjoy the person that is absent The very lines I receive from you carrying with them the effects of joy to hear from you and of a passion to be more near you that I might not still be forc'd to write that to you which I would willingly protest and find occasions more and more to testifie what I am and ever shall be To his Friend complaining of Neglect SIR THE Friendship which you have promised me and the service which you have protested to me force me now to demand the reason of your silence I question not but that you will want no excuse to plead for your self But I entreat you to believe that unless they be very lawful I shall not cease to complain of you You do well to lay the fault sometimes upon your urgent occasions sometimes upon the indisposition of your body but all this is no satisfaction to me Confess but your fault crave pardon and you shall have it presently granted This is the way to preserve eternally the friendship of Your most humble Servant The Answer SIR YOu do me so great a favour in complaining of me that I am constrained to give you thanks instead of taking

cloy Hope long desired doth bring the greatest Joy Without Injuries the world would languish and have enough to do discord in part makes harmony in the whole and some must laugh whilst others do condole Wrongs like great whirlewinds shake the highest battlements few for Heaven would care should they be ever happy they are half Gods who both in good dayes and good fortunes share Ingratitude is like a dog that flies at his master which it is just with us to strangle neither his kind nor use considered Shame of Infamy doth extinguish lust as oyl doth fire Where shame and Infamy are too much inforced on a delinquent they breed too often an audacious defence of sin but no sincere repentance so the rain slides to the root and nourishes where great storms make a noise wet but the skin of the earth and run away in a swift channel Our Industry is as our soul which is not put into the body to be idle it hath too many rare and curious pieces of Mathematical motions to stand still Incontinency is a vice sooner condemn'd then banisht easily spoke against but yet will fawn as smoothly on our flesh as Circe on the Grecian travellers when she detained them in the shapes of beasts Lust and Incontinency like the plummets hanging on clock lines will never have done till all our faculties are undone and ruined Oh with what vertue should lust be withstood Since 't is fire seldom quencht without blood Lustful Incontinency is like an overswoln river that breaks all bounds it is a devil bred in blood nurst in desire that like the Salamander lives in fire Lust is a gilded pill which sinful nature doth prescribe desire strokes the sense with pleasure but at last the shining out-side leaves a bitter taste Of such an Inconstancy as boyes gay bubbles blown in the air and broken The winde is more sixt then her Inconstancy the beaten Marriner with his shrill whistle calms the loud murmurs of the troubled main and sooner strikes it smooth again then her soul to have peace in love with any Our constitutions vary herbs and trees admit their frosts and summer and why then should our desires that are so nimble and more subtil then the spirits of our blood be such staid things within us and not share their mutual Inconstancy He wears his Faith like the fashion of his hat it changes with the next block Jealousie 's fits present a man like so many bubbles in a bason of water twenty several crabbed faces many times makes his own shadow his cuckold maker The Devil gives this Jealousie to man as nature doth a tail unto a lion which thinks in heat to beat away the flies when he doth only more inrage himself A Jealous fellow is like a cowardly Captain in a Garison Town fears every assault trembles at every battery and doubts most lest the gates should be opened and his enemy let him in at midnight Those wounds heal ill that men do give themselves omision to do that is necessary seals a commission to a blank of dangers and danger like an Ague subtily taints even then when we sit idly in the sun Kings lives are fortunes misery like dainty sparks which when men dead do know to kindle for himself each man doth blow The lives of Kings should like to Dials move whose regular example is so strong they make the times by them go right or wrong Princes like lions never will be tamed a private man may yield and not care how but greater hearts will break before they 'l bow If a Kings Government be easie the many headed monster Multitudes like Aesops foolish Frogs they trample on him as a sensless block and if he prove a Stork they croak and rail against him as a Tyrant Knighthood is like Marriage now-adayes which though it honourable be with all men yet it is beggarly with a great many Law is as the worlds great Light a second Sun to this terrestrial Globe by which all things have life and being and without the which destruction and disorder soon would seize the general state of men Learning and Languages cannot set a nap upon a thred-bare gown Art is like common Fidlers draws down others meat with liquorish Tunes whilst they the scraps do eat Liberty and Publique good are like great Ollio's must have the upper end still of our Tables though they are but for show Life is the frost of cold Felicity and Death the thaw of all our vanity Life is but a walking shadow a poor Player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more Life is a tale told by an Ideot full of sound and fury signifying nothing Like to an Ass whose b ack with ingots bows we bear our heavy riches but journey and death unloads us Life is but a dark and stormy night of sensless dreams terrors and broken sleep a tyranny devising pains to plague and make men long in dying Love is a rasor cleansing if well used But fetcheth blood if that it be abused Love like to sin inveterate is and strong He prevents danger that destroys it yong Love can no more be dissembled then to bear hot burning coals in our bare palms or bosoms and less concealed and hidden then a flash of inflamed powder whose whole light doth lay it open to all discovery even of those who have but half an eye and less of nose Loves service is much like our honored Lord where Mignions carry more then servitors the bold and careless servants still obtains the modest and respective nothing gains Lovers are like Astronomers that when the vulgar eye discovers but a skie above studied with some few stars finde out besides strange fishes birds and beasts Lovers in favour are like Gamesters in good fortune the more you set them still the more they win Love is but a card play all is lost Unless you cog he that pricks best wins most At the games of Love we set all but the best is we cannot stake and there is no loss of credit in the breaking Love is like to wax the more it is rubbed it sticks the faster to or like a bird in bird-lime or a pit-fall the more one labors still he is the deeper in Love is an idle fantasie bred by desire nursed by delight an humor that begins his dominion in Leo the Lion the sign of the Heart and ends in Aries the ●am the sign of the Head his power is to stir the blood prick up the flesh and fill the body with libidinous heat A yong mans Love it is like Ivy it must have something to cleave to or it prospers not Love is like fasting dayes but the body is like flesh dayes and it is our English Gallants fashion to prefer a morsel of flesh before all the fasting days in the year This Love is a troublesome thing Jupiter bless us out of his fingers there is no estate can rest for him he runs

Balsom sweat And Nectar melt the Rock with heat And Earth did drink her fill Then she no hurtful weed did know Nor barren Fern nor Mandrake low Nor Mineral to kill The Male and Female us'd to join And into all delight did coin That pure simplicity Then Feature did to Form advance And Youth call'd Beauty forth to dance And every Grace was by It was a time of no distrust So much of Love had nought of Lust None fear'd a jealous eye The Language melted in the ear Yet all without a blush might hear They liv'd with open vow Each touch and kiss was so well plac't They were as sweet as they were chaste FRom the fair Lavanion shore I your Markets come to store Muse not at me that so far dwell And hither bring my Wares to sell. Such is the sacred hunger of gold Then come to my pack where I cry What do you lack what do you buy For here it is to be sold. You whose birth and breeding base Are rank'd into a noble race And whose Parents heretofore Neither Arms nor Scutchons bore Such is the sacred hunger of gold Then come to my pack where I cry What do you lack what do you buy For here is Honors to be sold. Madam for your wrinkled face Here 's complection it to grace Which if your earnest be but small It takes away the vertue all But if your palms be well anointed with gold Then shall you seem like a Queen of fifteen Though you be threescore years old On the perfections of his Mistress HER lo●ks are streams of liquid amber Curtains fit for beauties chamber Of which slender golden sleave Love his wanton nets did weave Her forehead that is beauties sphere A thousand graces moving there Venus triumpheth on her brow That comely arch of silver snow The Savages that worship the Sun-rise Would hate their god if they beheld her eyes All heavenly beauties joyn themselves in one To shew their glory in her eye alone Which when it turneth it's celestial ball A thousand sweet Stars rise a thousand fall Her nose is beauties splendid port Where Zephyrus delights to sport Her breath is such whose native smell All Indian odours doth excell If all the pleasures were distill'd Of every Flower in every Field And all that Hybla's hives do yield Were into one broad mazer fill'd If thereto added all the Gums And Spice that from Panchaia comes The Odours that Hydaspes lends And Phoenix proves before she ends If all the Air that Flora drew Or Spirit that Zephyrus ever blew Were put therein and all the Dew That ever rosie morning knew Yet all diffus'd could not compare With her breath delicious air The melting rubies on her lip Are of such power to hold as on one day Cupid flew thirsty by and stoopt to sip And fasten there could never get away Have you seen Carnation grow Fresh blushing through new flakes of snow Have you seen with more delight A red Rose growing through a white Have you seen the pretty gleam That the Strawberry leaves in cream Or morning blushes when day breaks Such is the tincture of her cheeks Her silver neck is whiter far Then Towers of polisht Ivory are And now behold her double brest Of Venus Babe the wanton nest Like Pommels round of marble clear Where azure veins well mix'd appear With dearest top of porphiry Betwixt which two a way doth lie A way more worthy beauties fame Then that which bears the Milky name That leads unto the joyous field Which doth unspotted Lillies yield But Lillies such whose native smell All Indian Odours doth excell Her hands would make a Tyger meek So soft so delicate and sleek That we from hence might justly prove Nature wore Lillies for a Glove Where whiteness doth for ever sit Nature her self enameld it Wherewith a strange compact doth lie Warm snow moist pearl sost ivory There fall those Saphir colour'd brooks Which conduit-like with curious crooks Sweet Ilands make in that sweet Land As for the fingers of that hand The bloody shafts of Cupids war With Amethyst they headed are Her Chastity HEr cool thoughts feel no hot desires Serving not Venus flames but Vesta's fires In wanton dalliance such as untill death Never sinelt any but her Husbands breath Jupiter would court her did he know a shape Would tempt her chastity unto a Rape Who when her lawful sports she doth begin Still blushing thinketh her own kisses sin On her Beauty WHen that my Mistress looks my sight doth grace She seems to sway an Empire in her face Nature her self did her own self admire As oft as she were pleased to attire Her in her native lustre and confess Her dressing was her chiefest comliness Where every limb takes like a face Built with that comely and majestick grace One accent from whose lips the blood more warms Then all Medea's exorcisms and charms He that since Nature her great work began She made to be the mirror of a man That when she meant to form some matchless limb Still for a pattern took some part from him And jealous of her coming brake the mould In his proportion done the best she could If she discourse her lip such accents breaks As love turn'd air breaths from him as he speaks She maketh Jove invent a new disguise Inspite of Juno's watchful jealousie Whos 's every part doth also reinvite The coldest most decayed appetite And shall be Nurse as mighty Juno swears To the next bright hair'd Cupid that she bears On a fair and richly attir'd Lady at a Mask IN one Heav'n many Stars but never yet In one Star many Heav'ns till now were met Her Orient cheeks and lips exceeded his That leapt into the water for a kiss Of his own shadow and despising many Dy'd ere he could enjoy the love of any Had wild Hippolitus this beauty seen Pierc'd with his Darts he had enamour'd been The wealth she wore about her seem'd to hide Not to adorn her native beauties pride Though there bright pearls from Erythrean Shore With silver Ganges and Hydaspes store And chearful Emralds gather'd from the green Arabian Rocks were in full splendor seen Pale Onyx Jaspers of a various dye And Diamonds darkned by her brighter eye The Saphirs blew by her more azure-veins Hung not to boast but to confess their stains The blushing Rubies seem'd to lose their dye When her more ruby lips were moving by It seem'd so well became her all she wore She had not robb'd at all the creatures store But had been Natures self there to have show'd What she on creatures could or had bestow'd And Jupiter would revel in her bower Were he to spend another golden shower Song CElia thy sweet Angels face May be call'd a heavenly place The whiteness of the starry way Nature did on thy forehead lay But thine eyes have brightness won Not from the Stars but from the Sun The blushing of the morn In thy Rosie cheeks is worn The Musick of