fear to shew it doe not darken your own worth with too much bashfulnesse men of parts should proclaim themselves the world will still remaine ignorant of their worth else Scholler Sir you almost make me blush as red as those stockings you weare I thinke they are of Naples Shop-keeper I thought you Schollers had known all things you are beside your Text there I must tell you they are compounded I confesse of the finest wooll and created in Iersey Scholler Pardon my judgment Sir we Schollers seldome use any other objests but our Books Shop keeper I doe confesse it Sir provided alwaits they are Licensed ones and have some worthy hands set to them for probation Scholler Sir I must intreat your company to the Canary shop Shop keeper With all my heart Sir I am of late become a great lover of sacke and can make shift now and then to cut out a Copie of Verses I can tell ye as simple as I stand here not a bit of Prose sometimes will down with me but leâ—s away Boy have a vigilant care of my shop the Times are dangerous and if there come ever a Scholler in black let him speaks with me for my own part I doe begin to doat upon Books and am very strangely taken with strange Verses and howsoever we are all accounted dull-brain'd Asses by Gentlemen yet there are those that merit renown for their parts and performances even amongst us Shop-keepers witnesse Murford Mercer and Scot I doe love a Scholler with my heart for undoubtedly very marvailous things may be atchieved by Art I have read something though I say it that should not Why Sir there are those Schollers in Town will tell you what is become of Horses and silver spoons and will make Wenches dance naked to their beds I had a Sister was served so I am yet unmarried and because some of our neighbours are said to be Cuckolds I will never be married without the consent of some of these Schollers that know what will come of it Please Sir to lead the way Scholler Nay I shall wait on you Sir Shop-Keeper Phoebus forbid it Sir that were a fine jest Ifaith let Learning lye behinde me I have been better brought up than so Sir Nay I know my postures I warrant you Sir and have been drunke at Court more than twice in the dayes of old King Charles I le assure you Sir Scholler You will manifest what command you have over me Sir I shall be obedient for once my capacious Citizen To a Mayd in love with a young Man but ashamed to shew it STill will you languish see here 's pen and ink Write to him let your heart and seale expresse Such marks as on his very soule may sink And shew y' are blest although with heavinesse May your Paper seem as fair As your self when you appear May the Letters which you write Look like black-eye-lids upon white And may your charmed Pen such fancies bring Being adorned with your Hand and Scale As if your Quill were pluckt from Cupids wing And so the riches of his soule may steale A Letter to a false Friend queintly quipping him IF I thought it could be possible to finde out that race of men that Pliny talks of whose heads stand in their brest who scarce can tell a smooth lie because their hearts are joyned so near to their lips I would instantly depart this Nation and travail to those well-meaning men there I should forget the calumnies of deceitfull tongues and no more remember that I once prized the amity of so false a man as thy self happy are those soules chat sit in the Elysian shades who being freed from fleshly clogs have so clear an understanding of each other that there is no need of eares or tongues words were first made to reveale our meaning but by a strange inversion they now serve to conceale our intents I have spelt your hollow heart Sir already by joyning three or four actions but if those lent me no light the reading of the whole Sentence gives me perfect assurance you can no longer delude my sense Sir your well-spoke wrongs are like hurtfull words writ in a gracefull hand or a bloody sword sheathed up in velvet so wishing your conversion or I will not say confusion I close all with this truth That I am for ever lost to your love SONG X. The forsaken Virgin Tune is For in my freedome's all my joy 1. I Am a poor forsaken Mayd By a perfidious Youth betray'd After so many oathes and vowes While Myttle Garlands gyrt our browes Where shall I finde a place where I May weep my self away and die Death 's the best cure Death 's the bestcure of misery 2. Come O thâ—uâ— with thy Lute and play me Thar very solitary Ah me Which for thy love thou didst compose When that thy heart-strings gave the close A greater grief than thine have I Destroy'd by black disloyalty Death 's the best cure c. 3. Come then ye pretty Nymphs and Faieries From your faire Meadows and your Daieries Come Venus deck my sable pillow With blasted Myrtle and with Willow Let the rude Satyrs showt and crie 'bout her that slights my Monodie Come courteous Death come courteous Death and end my misery 4. O false unconstant â—â—othlesse Lad Will not my Murther make thee sad When swift report salutes thine care That I am layd upon the Biere An ashey Victim unto thee Here let me die and buried be Come courteous Death c. 5. Like cruell Theseus dost thou leave Thy courteous Ariadne so Like perjur'd Paris wilt thou grieve * Her that has shielded thee from woe Here will I moan and waile and crie Till like a soul-lesse lump I lie Come courteous Death c. 6. While fervent love did fill each brest Hast thou not oft these words exprest Let heaven showre vengeance on my head And Joves dire Thunder strike me dead When ere I prove unkinde to thee But these were spungie Vowes I see Come courteous Death c. 7. My Ghost will tell sad tales below And let all loyall Lovers know That here such monstrous men there are Whom the griev'd earth does sweat to beare False perjur'd and unkinde like thee Come courteous death c. 8. If there be just vindictive Powers Residing in the heavenly Towers If there 's a Righteous Providence Which but to doubt were insolence Worthy those plagues belong to thee Then look for punishment for me Come courteous death c. 9. Mean time as dying people doe I le prophesie what shall ensue This wicked impious change of thine Not caus'd by beauty coine or wine But by thy own inconstancy Which by the Gods chastis'd shall be Come courteous Death c. 10. Thou of thy Helen now hast joy But shalt tast woes like him of Troy When thy light heel'd and gayrish Bride Shall love another man beside Then all too late thou l't think on me And I will laugh
flowry Wreathe Each did bequeath To thee the joy of Heaven 6. I am Not perplâ—xâ—d at the great Turks store Or that the Oâ—e Of hallowed Shrines serves to adorn his Whore The mighty Sultan's greatnesse or the Persian pride I can abide And view the great Iberian Monarch ride In his Golden Charriot Studded with most pretious Gâ—ms In thee my Dear I have what ere The mightiest Prince esteems A Jeering ironicall Epistle Sir I Have so much care of your health that I cannot but intreat you as the Welch Philosopher sayes to take very many heeds that your brains bring not your body to ruine I hear you have undertaken all City-Feasts Poesies for Chimneys and Ghambers and Entertainments whensoever and wheresoever at the perill of your own invention t is a very noble resolve I confesse but you must consider that the misery of Man may fitly be compared to a Divedapper who when she is under water past our sight and indeed can seem no more to us rises again and does but shake her self and is the very same she was even so beloved Sir is it still with transitory Man You have learnt the names of the severall Liberall Sciences and have written Epistles congratulatory to the Nine Musess and are indeed one of the Water-Bayliffs of Hel con But what then Poverty is the Patrimony of the Muses those that have seen the sad Exit of many a famous Poet have made that old Law into a new Maxime you are not to be taught that no man can be learned of a sudden but let not your project for Poetrie discourage you what probably you may lose in that you may get again in Alchymie but what ever happens you must remember that the chief note of a Scholar is to govern his passions keep your hat on the block salute few bare-headed especially in Winter there is much danger in it The Poet Aeschilus while he was complementing with his hat in his hand had his brains beaten out by a shell-Fish darted from an Eagles claw who took his balld-pate for a white Rock I know you bruise your brains and confine your self to much vixation I know also that eight and twenty severall Almanacks have been compiled and all for severall years since first that fabrick of yours was indued with breath and eight and twenty times has Phoebus Carre run out his yearly course since your creation I need not play the Aedipus or say you are eight and twenty years of age so wishing you long life I rest and remaine Yours verily A Love-Song Between Amintas and Cloris 1. CLoris sigh'd and sang and wept Sighing sang and singing slept Awakes sighs sings and weeps again For Amintas Amintas that was slain Oh! oh had you seen his face quoth she How â—weet how full of majestie And there she stopt and then she cryde Amintas Amintaas and so she dyde 2. Cloris dead Amintas came Whilst the Eccho sounds his name A false report had noyâ—'d him slain Which makes her death a double pain Gone gone is my Love my life quoth he The mirror of true constancy And then he rests and kiffing cryes My Cloris my Cloris and by her dyes SONG IX COrinna false how may it be Let me not heaâ—'t again 't is blasphemy She 's Divine Not the Shrine Where the Vectall flame doth shine Holds a Light more constant pure than she Next shall the Night Out-burn that Tapâ—r-light Which consumes the One-Ey'd day Phoebus rayes Shall not gaze Titan in his clearest face Snow shall burn Floods return To the Springs their funerall Urne Shall enlive its ashes e're her loves decay 2. 'T is said Corinna how may it be As false as my affections true to thee That thou art How my heart Fears such terrors to impart Not what thou was wont to be to me This this destroyes My late triumphant joyes Which swell'd when in her armes entwin'd Love's best wreathe You did breathe Vowes to be my life till death Robb'd that blisse Leaving this With sighs and every word a kisse Whilst that our poor souls are with love combin'd 3. Last Night I walk'e into a Grove Where chast embraces did oft expresse a love Pure as fire Whose desire Might but with our souls expire This I vowed since your sad remove The Nightingale Hast hush't her pretty tailâ— Now leaving her dities to the Owle When we spie From the Skie Falling-Starres our miserie They assigne If you shine In any Oâ—be of love but mine Come come Corinna and revive my soul The Muses Expositor OR A Poeticall Dictionary For Information of the meer English Reader A. Ajax AJax sirnamed Telemon who vanquished by Ulysses invincible Oratory who in despight of him obtained Achilles's Celestiall Armes slew himselfe out of whose blood sprang a Flower with these letters on the leaves A. J. which are the first letters of his name signifying griefe and dolour Ajax in Greek signifying Ahlasse Achilles The Son of Peleus and Thâ—tis the greatest and most excellent Warriour among the Greciauâ— the Poets will have him to be Invulnerable only his heel might be pierced which say they was proved by Paris who wounded him with an envenomed Dart in the Temple of Apollo in that very place whereof he died B. Bellerophon As some will have it the Son of Neptune as others of Glaucus King of Epire an all-accomplisht young Prince he residing in the Court of Petreus King of Argos the Kings Wife Aâ—thia became passionately in love with him insomuch that forgetting of what Sex she was she offered him her body but being rejected by this frigid Hypolitus and diffident of his secresie with her heire dishelved and on her knees she besought the King her Husband to wipe off her stain with spunges made of his heart who had ravisht her Petreus though highly incensed would not immediatly destroy him nor permit his stinghter in his Palace but contrived his ruine thus He wrote Letters to his Father-in-law Jobaras King of Lycra making Bellerophon the Messenger intimating that upon receipt of those he should immediately kill him Bellerophon as his deepest enemy the Prince thus dispatched with the message of his own murther repaired to Lycia and was magnificently treated by the King for the space of twelve dayes which expired Jobaras inquired the welfare of his Son and Daughter with the present estate of Epire demanding if he had no Letters that might hint his desired solution Bellerophon presently pull'd forth his Packet which the King receiving and reading became much astonished but dissembling his displeasure he began to cogitate how he might deliver over Bellerophon to death by some wilie stratagem and therefore using him with all honour for some few dayes he began at length to expresse more intimacy often discoursing with him of Prodigies Monsters and Serpents amongst the rest he mentioned the Chymera a most hydeous monster informing him that whosoever should destroy that beast should have Temples erected to his honour Bellerophon whose magnanimity was sufficient
Mother Yeâ— boasts two Sisters and a younger Brother He. Dear Mistresse WHy will you loss so much time those Lillies and Roses that Nature has planted in your blooming Cheek will one day fade and wither your odour and your pretious Colour must yeild to time She THe losse will not be much mourn'd for Sir since it will very hardly be discerned He. Sweetest you remove your understanding a great distance from my words and make that of no use which tends to perswade you to a present injoyment of this pleasant treasure while it lasts why are you still inclosed like an Anchoresse and why doth your nicety barre your chamber door when if the Priest were but payd for a few ceremonious words I might be licensed to your bed and your bosome too She Our marriage Sir may promise all you can imagine but till then you must give me leave not to admit of such opportunities as may give breath to ill reports He. Nay be not angry my Dearest nor censure any thing I have spoken with an unkinde belief heare but my vowes She Not now Sir you have a greater power to raise my sorrow than my choller He. Yet please to remember that I have your heart by a sacred plight our wedding day is not now farre off She I shall never finde the way to break my faith but till that hour you talke of is come I shall desire that our converse may be more remote you know how liable Lovers are to the lash of lewd tongues A Complement One taking acquaintance of another as his friends friend 1 Gent. I am bold to salute you Sir you know not Mr. S. 2 Gent. Yes indeed Sir most entirely well he is a Gentleman I am much obliged to for many favours He is second to my bosome 1 Gent. I shall keep Christmasse with him where your Health shall undoubtedly be remembred I would sue for your name Sir 2 Gent. Your suit shall and in one Term Sir my name is B. 1 Gent. Kinde Mr. B. your deare acquaintance I must needs present you with a glasse of sack 2 Gent. Sir Your servant I shall retalliate your love SONG VIII The contemplative Lover Tune is She lay all naked in her bed 1. UPon her couch Marina lay A thousand Cupids by her Like new-falne snow melting away While I stood wondring nigh her The baulmy incense of her breath Unto the rooffe ascended Able to drive away grim Death With all his Train attended 2. Her flesh more pure more white more soft Than skins of Etmins are Before by surly Hunters caught In a delusive snare Chacte as the rare Arabian Bird That wants a Sex to wooe O grief for which I want a word She ne're yet learn'd to doe 3. O that that ice at length would melt That friezes up her veines That as she 's seen she might be felt And knew-Lovers pains Poor pottage Flowers shut up their leaves When Sol drives to the West But Roses the Night-Dew receive As that which pleases best 4. O open those celestiall eyes That doe enlighten mine Yet stay their splendour will surprize And scorith me with their shine Her fragrant breath doth claim that power By odoriferous art It will transform me to a Flower Fashioned like a Heart A Friend comforts a Widow who weeps for the death of her Husband Friend Save you sweet Widow I suffer for your heavinesse Widow O Sir I have lost the dearest Husband that ever woman did injoy Friend Yet let me tell you Widow if all tongues speak truth he did not use you so well as a man ought Widow Nay that 's true indeed he never used me so well as a woman might have been used that 's certain Introth it has been our greatest falling out and though it be the part of a Widow to shew her selfe a woman for her Husbands death yet when I remember all his unkindnesse I cannot weep a stroak and therefore wisely did a great Widow in this Land comfort up another Go too quoth she leave blubbering thou thinkest upon thy Husbands good parts when thou sheedest teares doe but remember how often he has layn from thee and how many haughty slâ—ppery turns he has done thee and thou wilt never weep for him I warrant thâ—e You would not thinke how this counsell â—as wrought upon me so that I cannot spend one tear now if you would give me never so much Friend Why I count you the wiser Widow it shewes you have discretion when you can check your passion Farewell sweet Widow may your threshold grâ—an with the weight of approaching Lovers like Hops or Harlots Widow How doe you mean why doe you couple them Friend O very aptly for as the Hop well boyled will make a man not stand upon his legs so the Harlot in time will leave a man no legs to stand upon Widow You are a merry Gentleman will you please to walke in and take what a Widows solitary Mansion shall exhibit Friend Not now Widow I must into London with all speed another time I will come and dwell with you for two houres so farewell blythâ— Widow Widow Adiew sweet Sir A Letter from a smug Youth to a lively Lasse Sweet Thomazin IF your favour doe not pay my Ransome I vow I must continue a Captive till death though one comfort will be in case you deny your ayde my life will be of no lasting dâ—te your lookes have wounded me and will kill me if Quarter be not given but you are no Amazonian Lady to put â—n steely armes and manage the sword and shield though your head be hiâ—den in a cambrick helmet and therefore I shall hope that the softnesse of your â—oule will not suffer you to become my Murtheresse you are my Venus make me your Anchyâ—es my souls life and light I protest by all things sacred that my love to you is of such ardency that men that are newly listed in some black conspiracy that are in despair or which is worst of all in want doe injoy more quiet sleeps than I doe Your Idea is alwaies before me to multiply your praises I know would rather win your anger than your applause though I would say with immaculate truth for warrant that you are fairer then Hebe wiser than Pallas and more continent than Penelope it is my unhappinesse to know that a creature oâ— such exquisite perfection live and yet not to know whether my loyall service may finde acceptation you are the true Venus Lady make me your Priest the office will become me However deare Cherubine let me not faile of an Answer by this Bearer since I can live no longer then you shall allow me to call my self Your voted Votary Her Answer Sir THe little experience I have hither to had of you commands me to esteem you no lesse than a friend to vertue but you doe ill to talke so passionately and thinke so coolely you men can play the Proteuâ—â—â—at pleasure and with the Chameliâ—n thange
below at thee Come courteous Death c. 11. My Ghost shall triumph in thy Fare And in those pleasant shades of blisse Where each true Lover clips his Mate A happinesse I 'm sure to misse I le clap thy fall when thou shalt be Riveil'd with meagre grief like me Come courteous Death c 12. And now methin's I feel kinde Death Reaching his hand to stop my breath Thrice welcome thou best friend to those Whose fierce Fate makes um their own Foes Thy dulcid Dart oh let me try And passe to immortality Come courteous Death c. 13. But when my Soul has gain'd the Pâ—les Journying to the Judge of Souls If that my body finde a grave This Epâ—aph oh let me have Benâ—a 〈◊〉 this stone a Mayd dâ—es lie Murther'd by Loves inconsiancy Come courteous Death c. A Complement from a Stranger directed to the Lady or Mistresse of the house upon his entrance Gentleman Are you that beauty Lady whose lustre gives light to this methodicall mansion Gentlewoman Sir you have given my face a more speciall regard by your good language than theseâ—black brows can merit Gentleman You are pleased to set a triviall rate upon your selfe you are wondrous faire you have a very moving lip Gentlewoman Prove it again Sir all the poor means I have left to be thought gratefull is but a kisse or two and ye may reap them Sir Gentleman T is still the same you weare Divinity about you another kiss will make me immortall How farre may ye hold the time to be spent Lady Gentlewoman T is now Sir about the time when Mortalls whet their knives some on thresholds others on bricks and some on the soles of their shoes Gentleman You are very Metaphoricall Madam you mean it is almost Dinner-time if it might be without the trouble of your house I would stay till your Husband comes I have some earnest businesse with him Gentlewoman I shall be proud of your society Sir I beseech you stay Dinner a piece of Beef Sir and a cold Capon Gentleman I have greater businesse then eating but am truly happy in having your commission to wait your Husbands approach The end of the first Book THE ACADEMY OF PLEASURE The second Book Printed in the Year 1656. The Academy of Pleasure The second Book SONG I. The eloquent Lover Tune is Pritbee die and set me free or else be c 1. PRithee why must we no more As before Venus and her son adore Prithee why has that faire front Clouds upon 't Prithee be as thou wert wont Lovers ever should persever Frank and free Frank and free but dogged never 2. Prithee Deare no more expresse By thy Dresse Such a killing sullennesse Prithee Sweet unfold thy beams Whence there streams Beauteous and celestiall gleams Tell me how I have displeas'd thee I le not cease I le not cease till I 've appeas'd thee 3. O speak my Goddesse else I die Murther'd by Those sharp poniards in thy eye Speak or else I faint away With dismay I have no businesse bids me stay Here on earth save to implore thee And to cringe And to cringe to all adore thee 4. Come le ts walk to yonder Grove Where our love Every plant that 's there will prove Where thy most delicious name To thy fame I have engrav'd the wildest Wolves to tame At thy name as is their duty They doe bow They doe bow unto thy beauty 5. Sylvaâ—â— and his shâ—ggy crew When they view Thy lustre yeild all veneration due When we last time sported there Thou didst fear Lest some wilde beast should draw neer Did not beasts and Satyrs pay thee Fealtie Fealtie proud to obey thee 6. Did not Panthers creep to greet Thy fair feet Seeming humbly to intreat And the Genius of the place Smoothe his face Hoping to obtain thy grace While his train with flowers did strow thee To make known To make known what love they owe thee 7. Diâ— not cold Diana strain To obtain With her Arrow-loving Train That thou should'st have equall sway Night and day With her whom all the shadie woods obey But oh thy goodnesse nere flow higher Than that time Than that time thou didst deny her 8. Thou wert born my dearest Love To approve What the plyant Graces move When they lead thee to the sport In such sort As if Jove should thank thee for 't Foolish nicenesse does betray thee Unto age Unto age that will decay thee 9. When those Roses shall in scorn Not adorn Thy cheeks now ruddier than the Morn When she leaps from Tyâ—ons bed Wearied As sh' had been but ill bestead When those haires that now are brighter Than the gold Than the gold with age grow whiter 10. Then surrounded with despair And harsh care Thou wilt â—igh I have been fair And wish that thou hadst been more free Unto me Who suffer by thy cruelty And doe finde thou dost but quibble With my pain Thy heart being smooth but hard as pibble The Master being angry that his Apprentice makes love to his Daughter thus schools him Master Syrrah you shall know that you are my servant my Apprentice bound and inrolled though I have often intrusted thee with all I am master of at home and abroad yet I doe not remember that I ever gave my consent that thou shouldst court my Daughter and just in the nick of time too when she is on the very Prick of Preferment as they say when I had found out a wealthy Husband for her but I shall break the neck of your designe and marre your matter of Matrimony Serv. Sir I acknowledge my self your creature a thing that is wholly at your disposal yet give me leave to say that I have not been carelesse of that which concerns your profit nor have I lavished and wasted your stock by my unthriftinesse I never wore your gains upon my back or exhausted your treasure by my riots but for your Daughter if her love have the least relation to me I shall not endeavour to stop it though I were sure to be broken upon the Wheele in case I neglected it nor indeed am I able to frown upon her fair wishes whose love I durst own to the teeth of torture nor will you I hope have a thought of matching her to that lame piece of Letchery Master T is very well I shall receive instructions from you to whom I shall wed my Daughter but I shall discharge your wisdome from any such imployment I doe here discharge you my house take your own liberty and when I know not where to finde a Son in Law I will send for you Begone Sir I doe freely free you my service you are your own master now but shall never be my Daughters Hasband Thanks for a Welcome FOr your good looks and for your clarret For often bidding Doe not spare it For tossing glasses to the top And after sucking of a drop When scarce a drop was left behinde Or that which nick-names
diffident trie me before you take me Mayd You appear to me Sir so honest and so civill that I dare bid you welcome without a blush Souldier You have made me a bountifull amends for your strict carriage when you saw â—e first you will not be angry Lady if I ask you one question Mayd Any thing Sir Souldier Are you a Mayd Mayd You make me blush to answer you I was ever accounted so and durst confirm it Sir with an oath Souldier Then would I counsell you to marry presently for every year you lose you lose a Boy together with a Beauty Mayd I am not so strict Sir nor so much tyde unto a Virgin solitarinesse but if an honest and noble Souldier such as I esteem your self should professe a sincere affection I think I should accept it but first I must have good assurance of his love I know well how to be commanded and how to be obeyed if occasion require it nor is my Riall of lesse worth when t is spent if spent by my direction for my Husbands advantage and I doe hold it as indifferent in my duty to be his Mayd in the Kitchin or his Cooke if necessity command it as to know my self the Mistresse of the house in the Hall or the Parlour Souldier Faith Lady let 's not linger but be married on the sudden Mayd And as suddenly you will repent your bargain Souldier The sooner I shall blesse my Fate Mayd You are a Flatterer but to speak truth the first time that I saw you I found something in that noble face that commanded my notice Souldier I am all yours Lady Mayd You have the art to cozen me but I shall venture for once Hymen has sometimes shewn himself SONG VII A Pastorall Dialogue between Lalus and Melissa Tune is Didst thou not once Lucinda vow c Lalus. HOw long Melissa shall thy scorn Make Lalus curse his fate And wish that he had ne'r been born To perish by thy hate Melissa Fond Shepherd why art thon distrest Have I not often said Lalus No more thy self molest In vain thon crav'st my ayd Lalus. What is 't that renders me despis'd My Flocks are neither few Nor lean my love is highly priz'd By all the Nymphish crew Melissa Ask me not why I shun thy love I can no reason yeild Great Phoebus could not Daphne move Love cannot be compell'd Lalus. Then for thy love O cruell Mayd I must resigne my breath Melissa The Destinies must be obey'd I doe not wish thy death Lalus. So sinking Mariners doe pray To Storms and so they hear I will not live another day To feed on grief and fear Melissa I would my power walkt hand in hand With what I could desire But Fate no mortall can withstand Farewell I must retire Lalus. Farewell thou â—tinty-hearted Gyrle Thou wilt repent too late When tarling Fame abroad shall hurl The rigour of my Fate A new-married Wife thus discards her quondam Lover by Letter Sir COuld not your own discretion tell you that when I was married I was none of yours is it not time Sir to become vertuous I hope you will forget our past follies and neither talk of our intimacie or cherish a thought of our future familiarity your eyes are now commanded to look off me I stand now on the marriage circle safe and secure nor can all your Spells Charms or Incartations be of force to remove me it is the highest sacriledge to violate Wedlock you rob two Temples at once and so make your self doubly guilty while your uiâ—e hers and bespatter her Husbands honour but I have hopes of your conformity that for the time to come you will love me vertuously chastly and modestly so expecting nay imploring your compliance I take my leave and am Yours in all civil service A conceited complementall Dialogue A waggish Wench and a new wounded Lover She Did your wisdome conceit that I was in love I wonder where I first began to suck in that unnaturall heat I am sure not from those two leaden eyes of yours that sight is no way piercing I confesse they would be very lovely ones if the balls stood right and there is a leg of yours to your praise be it spoken made out of a dainty Staffe and yet God be thanked there is Calfe enough He. Be pleased to pardon him Lady who though once refractory is now become soft and soluble you see what miracles your beauty can work She Alas has it been wounded of late prickt at the heart I le warrant with a forked-Arrow He. Let my true unfeigned penitence procure a pardon for my former follies I doe acknowledge that dread powerfull Deitie little great Cupid and his all-quickning heat burns in my brest I confesse I am he that once wronged your honour that termed you unchast and impudent and yet I am he that now doe beg your love my Contrition is as true as my Allegation was false I am now all love and all your creature nor can I live unlesse you will deigne to love me She Well Sir I shall consider of your suit your Confession and Contrition has something wrought upon me He. I am at your disposall SONG VIII The inspired Lover Tune is Gerards Mistresse 1. APpear Thou true Aurora suddenly appear The world to chear For till thou shin'st all things doe languish here Diffuse Those lucid glories oh diffuse thy beams To guild Loves streams Where Cupid Anchors in a Ship of Dreams Too long th' hast been secluded When those fulgent Rayes of thine Can cloathe this Globe In such a Robe Shall Cymbia's self out-shine 2. Let ouâ— Humeâ—ous Poets flatter rottennesse and paint And call her Saint Making a Quean a Queen with language quâ—int And call Those Ladies beautecus whose sunk watry-eyes And rivell'd thighs Would daunt Deaths self meaning to make them prize Let them still dawb and varnish Old Hecubâ— and call her fair While we doe know 'T is nothing so She sheds her nails and hayre 3. But thou Great Natures Goddesse glory of thy kinde Where shall we finde One like thy self for person and for minde Thy true Yet Roseat colour that exceeds all art And fires my hearâ— Those rare perfections lodg'd in every part That hie-buâ—lt Iv'ry forehead That melting lip and speaking-eye And such a tongue Ingag'd in Song Would slave a Deitie 4. I doe Not envie Phoebus with his Lawreate Love Nor would I prove Saturn's Pâ—ylyra or the Wife of Jove Let Bacchus Court his Madam in a kindly grape Let Saturne's rape Beautâ—ous Alâ—mena in Ampbitrio's shape I have more than heaven Earth or Neptune's Empirie Angels and Men Fall prostrate then Adoâ—e this Deitie 5. When I First perused that Celestiall face In such a place Where Flora tript it with her Nimphish race Did not The chearfull Goddesse and her Rose-crown'd crew All flockt to view A mortall creature but of heavenly heiw Did they not each fall prostrate as sweet Ver in charge had given A