most humble nay why dost turn away Mistress What mean you Sir what 's your business with me Country-man Cocksbodakins my business why don't you know my business Why to wooe ye I thought your Father had told you my business long since Mistress To wooe me I think you said Pah Country man Yes to wooe ye kiss ye marry ye lye with ye Mistress Heiday the man 's in a fit sure pray Jane fetch a little cold water Maid No Madam he has only made so much haste that he forgot to serve his Hogs which makes him press his sute more earnestly that when he has dispatched this business he may do the other Country-man Ha baggage did not I give you a Groat to hold your tongue and will you still be prating Mind her not my dear but come sit down upon my knee and I 'll tell you more of my mind Mistress Stand off Sir I conjure you touch me not I say can you be so sottish to think I 'll be handled by a Hobgobling Country-man Ha a Hobgobling ha what can this mean Maid Madam he speaks from behind a board like a Chimney-sweepers broom Here take your Groat 't will serve to pay your Barber Country-man Say you so Gossip say you so Ho Jack saddle my Horse again Farewel ye scornful tits good buy to ye next time I come here again you shall learn more breeding you baggages you shall you shall Mistress Farewel old Clod pate Maid Good buy old Hobnails make haste home there 's a Hog i' th' Cupboard ha ha ha ha A New Song 1. HEnce idle fears let jealousie vanish The trouble of Life we quite will banish Gentle as Infant nature we 'll sleep Though we were toss'd on the Ocean deep Disquiet hence and troubles be gone And leave my Love for to rest alone 2. Until the Sun from the Eastern Skies To gild the Earth does gloriously rise Then to the Grove we 'l strait take our way And see how the pretty Birds do play Then imitate their happy billing In such delights as are past telling Upon the presentation of a Ring LAdy as endless is my Love as this Still circl'd round with hopes of happiness The Posie's deep engraven on my Heart With the sharp point of Cupid's flaming Dart. Yet fairer would this Golden Hoop appear If that a Jewel was but glittering there So you in Love's great Sphere would shine most bright If less severe and proner to delight To his scornful Mistress MAdam think you for scornful frowns I 'll bow No no my Vows of Love are cancell'd now Disdainful thing not worth my meanest thought You who so many have to ruine brought Know my just scorn of thee shall pay thee back That foolish pride that late my Soul did wrack With whilwinds of Despair I now have found Armour that 's proof Love has no power to wound A Breast so strongly fortified as mine Nor Venus make me offer at her shrine Those foolish fancies that so late possest My daring Soul and robb'd me of my rest Are vanish'd into Air quite lost their power And never more from me shall charm an hour Your Beauties are grown dull no more I 'll doat On your false Image 't is so small of note That still I cast it from me and despise The Picture in whose like such falshood lies A Letter from a person whose inequality in years render him obnoxious to the Lady he is in love with Madam IT is true time has silvered my Locks and as you say rendered me a relict of Antiquity yet the mind remains unchanged the eternal faculties of the Soul are still the same and what I want in Youth you may assure your self I shall make up in Experience Gold that powerful Charmer of Mankind I have in abundance fortune hath plentifully opened her hand and indued me with her lavish store all then that you can object is deficiency in performance of conjugal dues as for that if it so be I am not altogether to be rejected nor my ability doubted being in green old age For Lady know a man of sixty not decayed by distempers is as capable of pleasing a young Lady as a youth whose virility is wasted by perpetual intemperance Therefore young Mistress in expectation of your better respect to him who is your servant I rest till you take further consideration E. G. Her Answer Sir I Can but wonder that a man in his declining years should be so much overseen as to court a Virgin in the summer season of her Youth and Beauty as well may July and December admit of a contracted union as we Can you imagine that I so little regard the sweets of Life as to pine all my days whilest other Virgins perhaps my Inferiours surfeit on Love's charming repasts No I value not your Riches true content is all my desire and without that all things are ineffectual Therefore Sir I would have you leave off your suit and ease your self of those disquiets that are evermore attendant upon courtship for the sake of your own repose for certain it is I will never marry to age and consequently infirmity though my friends should importune me never so Your friend if you desist E. M The Love-sick Youth to his Mistress Madam I Love you oft my Eyes have told The scorching feavers that my heart infold No pow'rs of Art can cure my great distress All Arts have left me now quite remed'less Like fam'd Achilles Spear 't is only you That gave the Wound can give the Balsome too Knew you what dreams my nightly slumbers break What direful thoughts my daring Courage shake So easily you 'd not resent my pain And let me thus in fruitless Love complain Alas What have I done that thus you make My torments such as Lovers Tongues can't speak What is my fault bright Angel say my crime Have I delay'd or over-slipp'd my time If so upon the swiftest wings of Fame With hasty flight I will retrieve the same Torment me not not before my guilt be known To me bright Star too well your charms are known No more you need to blazonize your power For 't is but you ' mongst all that I adore Song 1. HEnce idle fancies perplex me no more I 've loved now too long and 't is time to give o're Those Joys they are fruitless and ever deceive Which from the feign'd blessings of Love we derive Disdain I 've long courted but will do no more I 'm now too well skill'd to be gull'd as before 2. All idle fancies are vanish'd away And I benighted at last have found day All idle conceits that breed Love are now gone And Wisdom the Scepter does sway all alone Nor ever shall folly perswade me to love Unless 't be those Joys that are placed above Upon a Letter sealed with a Heart BRight Mistress when the outside I beheld And saw a Heart I thought it had been kill'd But looking further 't was not mine I found Because
THE Compleat Courtier OR CVPID's Academy Containing An Exact and excellent Collection of all the newest and choicest Songs Poems Epigrams Satyrs Elegant Epistles Ingenious Dialogues Quaint Expressions Complemental Ceremonies Amorous Addresses and Answers in a most pleasant and pathetick strain fitted and prepared for all capacities And humbly recommended to the perusal of all young Gentlemen Ladies and others who are inclinable to recreate themselves with harmless mirth By J. SHURLY LONDON Printed for W. T. and are to be sold by Joshua Conyers at the Black Raven in Duck lane 1683. TO THE READER GEntlemen and Ladies of what Quality Sex or Condition soever I have not thought it amiss to spend some hours in composing and collecting such choice Rarities as I hope will serve for the first course in the Banquet of Delight nor can it be amiss to usher in better Recreation nay may serve for an Antipendium to Love for certainly when it was written Cupid himself so well approved it that not a Winter storm was seen upon his brow but all was calm and serene as Summer noon-tide Air Beauty her self sat smiling 'twixt his Silver Wings with fresh blooming Roses in her Cheeks and often cast an amorous look ascance rejoycing to behold her self pourtray'd so near unto the life whilest Venus whispered from her Myrtle Bower where naked she lay expanded on a Bed of Violets and bid the proceed to raise a Colossus that might Grace her Empire if ever I hoped to be successful in Loves blest Elyzium These and some motives induced me to rifle all the Gardens in Love's Paradise of the choicest Flowers to adorn with Garlands of Pleasure and Delight the goodly Effigies nay all the Muses who warble forth soft lays and charm with tuneful numbers lent their helping hands Death and Despair were banished and nothing but their names used now and then to fathom the depth of deep dissimulation or scare parlying Beauties into a compliance In fine Ladies for your sakes more than for any other motive this Cabinet was unlocked and I hope is capable of entertaining you in all seasons with such varieties as you best can relish Therefore under your protection I leave it and remain Ladies The Admirer of your Sexes Vertues J. SHURLY THE PROLOGUE Spoken by CUPID ROuz'd by a gale of sighs from Cyprus fair Vpon expanded Wings through gentle air Ladies I 'm come to thaw your frozen Hearts And to revenge the long-unpitied smarts Of sighing Lovers whom your Eyes distress Yet when they sue find you quite pitiless How comes it that this Cruelty I find In Britain's Isle where all 's by nature kind Can it be ravish'd from my Empire now No by fair Venus Star-like Eyes I vow I 'll spend ten thousand shafts nay all my store But I 'll bear rule as strongly as before Make coldness coyness and disdain submit And give Love scope as I my self think fit I 'll Tyrannize no more unless it be To punish those that boast of Cruelty My Sea-born Mother thinks it is but just To punish them that mis-employ their trust Vnder Love's Torrid Zone I 'll make them fry That Cyâ—ick-like my great commands deny Then Ladies look you to 't for I am stor'd With Fire-tipp'd shafts such as no rest afford If once they wound the Rebels to my Laws Then be you kind and stay my angers cause When Lovers sigh and swear their flame is true Kneel kiss your hands and all Loves symptoms shew Then though your Beauties like the Rosie Morn The wondering World with chearing Rays adorn Though your transparent Eyes dart-beams of Light That can the sable Goddess put to flight Yet be you kind or Beauty soon will fade All Womenkind at first for Love were made And when they Love decline no more they 're fair But prove misguiding Lights mens thoughts to snare In Myrtle Groves to spend the harmless day And Turtle-like soft murmurs to convey Into each others Souls tell tales of Love With languid looks with equal transports move Whilest the wing'd Choristers fly round about And in harmonious notes still warble out The happy Vnion of kind Lovers blest With Inward Joys that cannot be exprest This is a Paradise this this must be The only consort that can sort with me Those that so act shall in my Palace dwell And like the Sun Heav'ns numerous fires excel When without Love all in Creation's Hell But hark my Mother calls I must away What I have said remember and obey Love's business will admit of no delay The Love-sick Shepherdess A New Song 1. AH what can mean that eager joy Transports my soul when you appear Ah Strephon you my thoughts employ With all that 's charming all that 's dear When you your pleasing story tell A tenderness invades each part And I with blushes own I feel Something too melting at my heart 2. Each sigh my Reason does surprize And I at once both wish and fear My wounded Soul mounts to my Eyes As if 't would prattle stories there Take take that Heart that needs will go But Shepherd see it kindly us'd For who such presents would bestow If this alas should be abus'd 3. I feel the powerful God of Love Already Conquerour in my breast Ah me his flames too fierce they prove And bid me yield or ne'r have rest Then Strephon take your conquer'd prize Delia resigns her self to you You you have charm'd those killing Eyes Which none before could e're subdue A young Gentleman to his Mistress who is kept under strict restraint by her Parents to prevent the Marriage finding a private way to convey his Letters to her hands may thus write Divine Lady NAtures Master-piece and the wonder of your Sex from whom to my unspeakable grief the cruel Destinies or the lowring influence of my inauspicious Stars have so long detain'd me but yet am I not absent by reason my better part is always attending on you my ever chaste and constant thoughts are all employed to serve you No Walls of Stone nor Brass-ribb'd Gates can exclude nor impaiâ— the eternal motions of the Mind not Continents nor Worlds where Love by his uncontrollable Laws links Hearts can keep them asunder Nothing in me has been wanting to mollifie the obdurateness of your cruel Father who cold to Love as December frostâ— feels not the flames that without intermission feeâ— upon our Breasts and make our eager Souls their fuel Nothing Divinest Creature but an escape can perfect our happiness and render us a full fruition of our mutual Loves to effect which I have imitated Jove who in a Golden shower wrapped the Beauteous Danae from Argos Brazen Hold in which the jealous King her cruel Father like yours had confined her Your chief Guardians are already bribed and nought but your consent is wanting perhaps you will object you owe obedience to your Parents I grant you do but Almighty Love that all-commanding Monarch dispences with the tye of Nature better so small a
Sheets for madness Betty Nay I my self was troubled with no small itching that bout for how could it chuse but vex any Maid alive to see such a dirty drab get so pretty a fellow whilest another ten times her betters would have been glad of a worse Jenny And then to see how proudly she jetted it as if as the old saying is her Arse had ground Ginger Betty Well but this is nothing to the business in hand Ralph has intrusted me to bring him answer whether you will have him or not Jenny Why is he so hasty then it cannot be Betty Yes truly I believe if you give him a denial he 'll have Moll Jenkins for I 'll promise you I see him kiss her and give her Apricocks t'other day Jenny Ha nay rather than he shall have that Draggle-tail go and tell him I am contented to be his Wife and that on Sunday next we 'll go to Pancridge and there be married Ha be married for my beauty begins to decay Betty Well I shall obey and hope you will be as sollicitous to Hodg on my behalf for I have a tickling mind to be married too Jenny What I can do you shall command Song A Stella bright I saw her sit By a smooth River side Her Beauties light adorning it Whilest on the soft waves glide She sigh'd and cry'd make haste away Then morning blushes rose I 'd sooner try'd if known the boy And then a smile did close A Shepherd heard his crook lay'd by And to her did resort No long debate he need to try They soon began the sport Till tir'd with bliss they gave it ore And then to kissing fall She sigh'd at this craved for Still still for more did call Not satisfied till Loves free stream Was quite exhausted then Forced to part with Loves stem But rallied soon again And with fresh joys renew'd the bliss Whilest o're them shades were spread So love decoy'd with Happiness To win a Maidenhead A Dialogue between Coridon and Sylvia Coridon FAith Sylvia you 're unkind of late hard-hearted grown And with your frowns you all my blooming joys dethrone Sylvia Sir I have often told you that I cannot love And yet in spite of all you troublesome will prove Coridon If that you cannot love why carry you those Eyes Whose pointed rays of course poor Lovers hearts surprize Sylvia Is that my crime the fault does on your selves depend Must I be blinded then because my Eyes offend Coridon No no you brightest Star of the whole Creation Those Stars eclips'd Loves Empire would be out of fashion Sylvia Why do you tempt me then seeing I cannot yield Since I by struggling long from Love have gain'd tâ—â— Fields Coridon If you have won the Field yet let poor Lovers try Their yet inglorious fates to gain the Victory Sylvia You may but never must expect to win the price Coridon Well if I miss bright Star I 'll fall thy Sacrifice Song ARise my sweet Phillis and let 's to the Grove And there in shades solace and tell of our love There none shall o're-hear us there envy shan ' come And there for Love's pleasure we shall have large room Whilest over our Heads the kind Myrtle shall spread We 'll make the soft Grass and sweet Violets our bed 2. The Musick of Nightingals there shall us charm Whilest we lye folded soft all arm in arm Arise then my fairest and let us away For Hark the sweet Lark does now summon the day Come come my best Love 't is Philander does call In mighty Loves name that should still command all The Scotch Intrigue A pleasant Song JOcky and Jenny one evening late Gang'd to the Pease-mow and there sate Talking of Love when as Jocky spies Something by Moon-light 'twixt Jenny's Th Alas dear Jenny prethee what is this Nothing but what should be by this kiss 'T is dear Jocky a little Fish-pond Where you may angle with your muckle wand 2. With that Jocky lay'd his Bonnet by And off went's Plad this pastime to try Whilest Jenny kiss'd him in muckle sort And welcom'd her dearest to the sport Who cast in his bait and it soon took But at th' end on 't there was no hook And therefore though he did angle long He could catch no Fish though they bit ding dong The Jealous Cuckolds Complaint DId I not catch her in the very act shall I noâ— believe my Eyes Curse of Wedlock what folly possesses mankind that they cannot live free but that they must throw away their Liberty to nooze themselves with a thing call'd Woman and put their Honour in jeopardy every moment to be shipwracked by her levity O that I had been wiser that I might have foreseen the fatal consequences thaâ— attend on Matrimony Horns are intailed to it by an irrevocable destiny and as for mine they are of such a monstrous size that the very Boys in the streets point at 'um The Baggage cannot be contenâ— to gallant it abroad but she must bring 'um home with her and make me pay for Coach hire O it suâ—ferable Judge judge I say my Brethren and fellow Citizens whether this is to be born No had I the patience of Job such scurvy tricks would wear it â—l out Nay in good faith I 'll e'n carry her homâ— again to'ther bout to her Father and Mother noâ— will I take her again for a hundred pounds as I diâ— last time no in faith if I must wear Horns I 'll havâ— 'um tipped with Gold I 'll warrant you 200 l. shal be the least this bout fac I will Of Virtue and Vice in Women A Vertuous Woman is an Angel bright A Vicious Woman black as gloomy night A Virtuous Woman is her Husbands joy A Vicious Woman does his Peace destroy A Vertuous Woman is a Pearl of price A Vicious Woman Pluto's Merchandice In Vertuous Women every thing excels In Vicious Women all that 's evil dwells An Old Countrey Farmers Reception upon his address to a young Gentlewoman Mistress BLess me Heaven what a mad medley of Creation's this this cannot surely be the man my father told me was to come this morning to pay a visit pray Jane go and ask him his business Maid Truly Madam I believe this is he that is to court you for by the description I have had of him it can be no other yet 't is good to know pray friend who wou'd you speak withal Countrey-man With Mrs. Mary sweet-heart the Gentlemans Daughter of the house here are Letters Credentials from her Father for admitting me to speak with her Maid If you must speak with her that 's the Lady Countrey-man Oh my little Pigsâ—yes how blessed am I to see thee nay there 's no more to be said I 'll have thee my Girl for I like thee at the first blush Maid Ha ha ha Sir the Hob-nails in your shoes spoil the boards Country-man Hold your Tongue you little Baggage come there 's a Groat for you Madam your
for no sooner had I been blessed after much difficulty by conversing with you and enjoying your charming presence the centre of all my worldly joy but by too suspicious and cruel Parents you were snatched from me and confined I fear for my sake to streighter reclusements than are pleasing or suitable to so much goodness but if so Lady then think at the same time what a matchless grief it is to my heart what inexpressible sorrow overwhelms me not only to consider the Inconveniencies you sustain but likewise to think the time of seeing you is not limited but however like the mournful Turtle I wait with a constant patience and in the mean while contrive all means for your deliverance Hoping you will return a Letter to satisfie my longing Soul of your estate and welfare till when and for ever in hopes of your speedy deliverance I remain Your unalterable Lover C. R. Her Answer Sir I Received your Letter though with some difficulty and was not a little over-joyed to understand your constant resolution and the continuation of your affections towards me as you in return may be assured of mine hoping this trouble will in a short time be blown over that undisturbed we shall enjoy each others society to procure which shall be my daily study And in the mean while I would have you rest contented and assured of her affections who is Wholly yours A.D. A Maid or Widow being about to be forced by her Parents to wed the Man she cannot affect may thus expostulate Dear Parents ALthough my sorrows and afflictions are such that I am far more capable to weep and sigh than to express my Souls deep Imaginations in any other dialect yet I hold it my duty not my disobedience to acquaint you that because Marriages are first made in Heaven and then contracted and consummated on Earth therefore it being my unrepented happiness first to fix my love and serious affections on â— T. marvel not that I cannot alter my determination which stands as fixed and immovable as the centre not doubting but the Powers Divice have ordained him for my Husband therefore in all pity prostrate on my knees I beseech you not any ways to oblige me to marry any other or should I be so inclinable yet the man you propose could never find place in my Heart therefore as you tender my quiet and happiness in this world and that to come I humbly implore you not to go about to make me break my vow for 't is impossible to wrong me and not your selves by attempting to enforce me contrary â—o my Inclination but if yet you will not be sensible hereof I call God to be a just Witness between us of your Cruelty towards me and the candour of my innocence towards you and the man who in the sight of the great Judge and omnipotent Creator of all things is my betrothed Husband c. Upon the presentation of a Picture BEhold in this thou mirrour of thy kind The beauteous Emblem of thy self confin'd â—air Veâ—us Image lively is displaid Here charming Beauty is in colours laid 'T is here quite senseless but in you 't has life Exceeding far the Thunderers fair Wife Whose Eyes in brightness do the Sun exceed And in whose cheeks fresh Roses still are spread Whose Neck is Ivory and whose Breasts are Snow And all 's perfection that is hid below Upon the presentation of a Looking-glass MAdam in this your beauties you may see Those charming Beauties that inchanted me Whose force beyond the power of Magick art Through empty Air have bore away my heart Or Load-stone like by their attractive force Have power to draw the steely Hearts by force For I that never lov'd nor begg'd before Am forc'd to love and suppliant-like implore Your pity me from ruine to restore A young Gentlewoman having married against the will of her Parents may thus make her submission Ever Honoured Parents FRom whom next Heaven I derived my being and whose tender care supported my infant year from the infinite casualties and dangers that attended them Pardon I most humbly beseech you the error of your disobedient Daughter who blinded with Love and over powered by affection has thus dâ—red contrary to your express commands to enter into a Marriage-state but if showers of tears and galâ— of melancholy sighs are able to attone for an offence of this Magnitude they have already been offeredâ— Sacrifice to your just displeasure the sense of lyiâ— under your anger has still attended on my midnight dreams and terrified my broken slumbers with the shadows of those severe Judgements the disobedient may justly expect Therefore if Repentance â—â— wash away my guilt and restore me to your favours and good opinions all the business of my life shall be thought insufficient to expiate my rash folly but â— you still resolve to persist thus obdurate and unmoved and will not deign to cast a pitying Eye to eâ—â— the torments I endure then casting off all further thought of Life I 'll seek for quiet slumbers in the Grave Your now most obedient and sorrow Daughter A. L. The Fathers Reply Daughter I Have received your pretended submission and communicated it to your Mother who disobedient as you are finds a yielding in herself to pity your overweening folly and rashness and has so far prevailed upon my good nature by many perswasive arguments that in hopes your future obedience will make some amends for that which had well nigh brought my gray hairs with sorrow to the Grave I have cancell'd my resolves but will you upon pain of incurring my further displeasure not to enter my doors till you obtain my leave yet be of good comfort for I am still your Father as you prove your self obedient J. G. The Scorner scorned A Song 1. MAdam no more I ask your love Your charms I all defie Paint nor Perfume no more shall move Me to such fond Idolatry Cupid thou God of Troubles hence Thou Enemy to rest Against thy shafts I have a fence To guard my wary breast 2. That Woman should suppose disdain Scorns taunts and coyness are The way our services to gain And take us in their snare 'T is nothing so for these are things That ever set us free Ingratitude it always brings Loves Captives Liberty A Dialogue between Philander and Celia Philander WEll met my lovely Nymph beneath this shade This happy Grove at first for Love wâ—â— made Lye down my Joy upon this flowry Bed Which is with Violets all inamelled Celia And what must then be done my blushes rise And Love begins o're me to Tyrannize Nay kind Philander don't a Nymph surprize Philander Alas why now so coy How long shall we Discourse of Love and own his Deity Yet like dissenting Subjects disagree When all in 's Empire shou'd be harmony Celia Could I but think you true I 'd entertain The pleasing shaft that seeks to wound in vain And freely give you leave to ease your
For Love like Lightning's hot and cold It comes and goes both at one time It 's in a moment bought and sold And ever-fading in its prime 'T is got 't is lost 't is got And lost again And for a moments joy Gives days of pain The Invocation ECho sweet Nymph that livest unseen Within thy Airy Cell By slow Meander's Margent Green And in each fair inamell'd vail Where sweet Harmonious Philomel Nightly to thee her ravishments does tell 2. Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair That bright as thy Narcissus are Oh if you have Hid them in some flowry Cave Tell me but where Sweet Queen of Parly Daughter of the Sphear So mayst thou be translated to the Skies And give resound to Heavenly Harmonies An Epigram SIllius has brought from strange and barren Lands A black and swarthy Wench with many hands The which he does in Golden Letters say That she 's his dearest Wife not stoln away He might have sav'd Heaven knows with small discretion The Paper and the Ink and his Confession For none that doth behold her face and making Would judge she e'r was stâ—â—n but by mistaking A Gentleman being reduced to the point of Death by his Mistresses disregard of his passion may thus express himself to move her pity Divinest Mistress I Have sent you in this Paper a gale of sighs to kindle the flames of Love in your Breast though I would not have them equalize mine who know no mean but make me all a Torrid Zone frying in a continual Feaver whose heat has near dried up the springs of Life and will at last prove my Funeral Pile where Phoenix-like I shall in self-kindled flames expire unless you by sympathizing do abate their ardour you whose Eyes like Burning-glasses first inflamed my Soul at a distance can only give me rest therefore fair Lady as you tender my Life and would be eternized in the Book of Fame for raising him from the brink of the Grave whom all Apollo's cannot secure from death Let your Mercy over ballance your rigour And so Lady in expectation of your commiseration I remain Your languishing Lover J. B. A short entertainment of Love In a Dialogue between Calidon and Celia Celia YOur Complaints which trembled through my Ears have had the power to alter both my will and mind so that I am now resolved to give your services their recompence And if my angry Parents will openly permit the celebration of the joyful ceremony I am resolved to marry you in private and to permit you to rifle all the stores of Love whilest your intended Rival failing in his expectation languishes and feeds on empty thought Calidon Bright soul of Love Mistress of all perfection Nature's Master-piece and Earth's unvaluable Jewel what recompence can worthless me return for such an inestimable favour nothing but an endless and boundless Love can make the least return of Gratitude therefore be assured my Life shall be but one great study and that shall be in considering how I may in some measure recompence your goodness Celia Why all these ceremonious Complements and quaint expressions you know long since you have been sole proprietor of my affections and now nothing but the sacred tye of Wedlock remains to compleat our mutual felicities and that shall be performed whenever my love pleases Calidon To morrow then be thou the happy day may Phâ—ebus from the East ascend with smiles as on the Infant World and may each propitious Star from his Eternal Sphere shed all his influence on Mankind and Edenize the Universe To morrow my dearest and till then a thousand blessings wait upon my Love Celia To morrow my only joy shall those bands be tyed which shall render our joys as perfect as our first Parents were in Paradise and till then farewel thou sole possessor of my heart Calidon Farewel my only joy and highest hope on this side Heaven A Sonnet 1. COme away blest Souls no more Feed your Eyes with what is poor 'T is enough that you have blest What was rude what was undrest And created with your Eyes Out of Chaos Paradise 2. These Trees no Golden Apples give Here 's no Adam here 's no Eve Not a Serpent dares appear Whilest you please to carry here Oh then sit and take your due These the first-fruits are that grew In this Eden and are thrown On this Altar as your own Song 1. STrife hurry and noise that fills the lewd Town Sure at last 't is time to give over And in the calm shades of the Country alone Blest quiet and ease to recover 2. Smiling hopes idle fears and restless desires Are the busie mans constant attendants What he vainly pursues the mind that retires Already is come to an end on 't The excellence of Virtue A Poem HEnce gaudy Beauty outside fairness hence All thou canst do is but to please one sense But Vertue centres i' th' Eternal mind 'T is such a Mine as India ne'r confin'd Nor Tagus Golden Sands could yet compare To that rich treasure which the Vertuous share 'T is all Elizium the path-way to Heaven That best of gifts that was to Mortals given Song 1. WHen busie Fame o're all the plains Parthenia's praises rung And on their Oaten Pipes each Swain Her matchless praises sung The envious Nymphs were forc'd to yield She had the sweeter face No emulous disputes they held But for the second place 2. Young Coridon whose stubborn Heart No Beauty e'r could move But smil'd at Cupid's Bow and Dart And brav'd the God the God of Love Wou'd view this Nymph and pleas'd at first Such silent charms to see With wonder gaz'd then sigh'd and curst His curiosity Song 1. SMiling Phillis has an Air So inchanting all men love her But her hidden Beauties are Wonders I dare not discover So bewitching that in vain I endeavour to forget her Still she brings me back again And I daily love her better 2. Kindness springs within her Eyes And from thence is always flowing Every minute does surprize With fresh Beauties still a blowing Were she but as true as fair Never man had such a treasure But I die with jealous care In the midst of all my pleasure 3. Free and easie without pride Is her language and her fashion Setting gentle Love aside She 's unmov'd with any passion When she says I have her Heart Though I ought not to believe her She so kindly plays her part I cou'd be deceived ever An Apprentice who has left his Master to ramble and finding his folly may thus sollicite by Letter to be again received into favour Sir NOt without abundance of sorrow and remorse do I think of the happy state from which my youthful â—ollies have transposed me nor am I unsensible of the â—iseries I have sustained since I left your service thereâ—ore though with shame and confusion of face I implore you once more to receive your wanderer and â—ay double diligence shall I well hope make
amends â—â—r my neglect and great offence So resolving to â—hrow my self at your feet and undergo such punishment as you shall think fit to inflict upon me rather than live thus miserable I shall second my Letâ—er with my presence and till then I remain Your Penitent Servant L. B. A Dialogue between John the Butler and Dorothy the Chamber-maid John WEll my pretty Dolly you know I have a long time born you good will now I hope you will requite me with love for love Dorothy Truly I know not how to believe you though I must confess you have often told me so John How not believe me my precious O be no longer diffident but if thou wilt still torment me by being hard-hearted I 'll soon convince thee of the sincerity of my affections by making an Exit into the other World Dorothy Ha how do you mean John Why in plain English I 'll kill my self rather thaâ— endure the tormenting pains of Love without hope of ease or intermission Dorothy Nay talk not of Death whilest there 's business for Life all this seeming Cruelty was but to try thy patience and constancy and now I find them both proof I 'll cease the Combate and yield you the Victory John O happy sound speak those words again nay let some Angel with a Golden Trumpet sound them to the World this very moment recompences all my care but wilt thou be mine speak or do I dream thou saidest it Dorothy I will be yours therefore use me as you please John The joy 's too big for this place longer to contain come my Joy let us haste to consummate out happiness Dorothy What you please A Dialogue between an Apprentice and his Masters Daughter Preâ—tice MIstress Mary since your Father and Mothers absence gives us opportunity why may not we â—alk of Love Masters Daughter To what end Prentice Why truly to the same end that all young Men and Maids do Masters Daughter As how Prentice Why tending to the happy Joys of Marriage Masters Daughter Marriage I think you said nay first serve your time â—ut and then 't will be soon enough to discourse of that affair Prentice Nay my best Mistress do not frown upon me for 't is for your sake only that I have undergone so much slavery as I have Masters Daughter For my sake how can that be Are you not bound to do what you do Prentice Alas those bonds would have proved far too weak to have held me had I not been fast fettered in the chains of love laid by your perfection to inslave my soul Masters Daughter Fie upon it how you talk now Well James be observant to your Master and when you are out of your time I 'll tell you perhaps more of my mind and in the mean time I do not forbid you my company at convenient times Prentice Ten thousand thanks my Divinest Mistress for so lavish a blessing as for you I would not grudge to exceed the Patriarchs service for his much-loved Rachel On Honour 1. HOnour 's a blast a bubble nought but air Which at a distance only can look fair And still attended is with doubts and care Which fail not to bring forth black despair 2. By Death 't is oft atchiev'd and seldome stood Unless at some time it were mark'd with blood Its Sea's Ambition on whose boundless flood It 's often often tost till all is lost that 's good Song 1. MY Love she is fair although she is cruel And never does spare to make my Heart fuel Her Tresses like Gold do glistering flow And her cheeks they infold both Roses and Snow Her breath is perfume beyond Asia's sweets Or Arabian Gum when Phoebus it heats 2. Her lips and her Teeth to Coral and Pearl To each one that seeth still are parallel Her Neck like the Swans so white does appear Her Breasts and her Hands they sure have no peer Her Belly and what 's below my Muse cannot paint Nor no man shall know those rare parts of my Saint The Country-mans wooing A New-Song John FAith Bessy you know that I long have loved you And to be my Wife full often have moved you But you have looked scornful yet now tell me true What is it my Sweeting you mean for to do If that you will have me deny me no more For I of Complements have spent my store Then say shall us wedded be Nay Love blush not For I 'm resolved to know the very upshot Betty Are you in earnest then nay if you be so Ise mun ask my Mamma before I se con go I se warrant she 'll glad be when once she hears on 't I se oft hear you talk but ne'r ween'd you 'd a don 't But if we mun be married Ah! be marry'd Ise will be to the Kirk on Horse-back carry'd And then we's have a feast made of Curds and Cream Where Ise am resolv'd for to watchel mine weam John Then art thou so willing my pretty Pigsnies The only Jewel that Jony e'r did prize Then to thy Mothers House speedily let 's gang For to be tickling of thee faith I do lang We 'll dally on the Pease-mow sport it merrily And all the pretty arts of Love there will try I will clip thee in my Arms with soft kisses Such as Gentlefolk give to their kind Misses Love's force despised A New Song 1. A Way foolish Boy I 'll not endure Love that simple toy For to procure To me the least annoy Away with your Quiver Your idle Dart Shall never never Procure my smart But I 'll brave you ever 2. Oh! that men should be Afraid of one Who could never see And at his Throne Still to bow the knee Whom folly impowers For to bear sway When as idle hours Us do betray To sleep in his Bowers The forsaken Damsel 1. BLue Thetis Goddess of the raging Sea Whom all the Beauteous Nymphs obey From whose dread anger all the Tritons haste Scowring through Amphitrite's wast Which is calm when you smile but when you frown The mounting surges Nations drown Haste great Goddess haste unto my aid Who by false man am now betray'd 2. Who with my spoils does triumph on your waves Proudly the God of Love he braves Inslav'd my Heart and then from me did fly Which is the worst of Tyranny Sink him with Winds his Ship with Lightening burn Or speedily force his return For I have such a feaver in my Breast That he or Death must give me rest The Loyalists Delight A New Song 1. GReat Charles our blest Soveraign At last has subdu'd The murmuring faction That strove to intrude Into matters of State For to embroil the Nation Sedition no more Shall be made a vocation 2. But under the Reign Of so bounteous a King From whom all Virtues And goodness does spring Good Subjects shall flourish In plenty and peace Whilest faction now blasted Shall ever decrease A Song 1. HArk how the Drum beats To the Wars let
plain Is my fair Celia She charms e'ry Swain Whilest drooping they hang down Their Heads and pass by She wounds them full soon With a glance of her Eye 3. Yet 't is my happiness To have her favour Which is a treasure That blesses me ever Then come away come away All the World over I 'd travel I 'd travel Such Joys to discover The Usurers Letter to his Mistress Fair Lady DEspise me not because I am old for I have that which renders most Mortals young in the Eyes of Love as the World goes now adays though Time has snowed over these Locks ' th charming Gold thou pretty darling of my affections thou alone shalt be my Joy and feast thy eyes on bags of Treasure nor shall any thing be wantâ—â—â— to please thy appetite that your thoughts can form if there be a possibility of procuring it in Winter thou shalt be clad in Ermins to secure your delicate body from cold Winters rage and in Summer shine in Silks and Gold therefore be not coy nor disdainful but since your parents have given their free consent do you likewise give yours which ever makes him happy who is The admirer of your Beauties and Vertues G. I. Her Answer Sir I Cannot but admire and at the same time be sorry that you should give your self the trouble of importuning me by Letters when as I thought I had given you such ample satisfaction to your demands Caâ— you once imagine that I who have the World at will and live in the heighth of all earthly felicity free from care envy and the frowns of a Jealous Husband will in the prime of my youth wilfully make my self miserable by throwing my self into the arms of age and impotency no but rather continue as I am to the last period of my days Cou'd your doarage be so foolish to think your bags of Treasure could be of force to prevail against my absolute determination alas the force of Gold that Soul of Usurers is not of power sufficient to employ my meanest thoughts You alledge my parents are willing but how 'T is if I consent freely to like and love the man they propose otherwise such is their tenderness towards me which I with all obedience own that they will not in that nature lay the least commands upon me that is any ways disconsonant to my inclination Therefore Sir rest your self content and be assured that you never shall prevail with her in the way of Marriage who in friendship for your intimacy with my Father wishes you well to fare And rests her own E. S. A Letter to a Quondam Mistress newly Married Lady THat night Fame reach'd my tingling Ear With idle stories that I wou'd not hear I sent her back as an unwelcome guest But she 'd not go till she the tale exprest Which when I heard I laugh'd aloud and cry'd Then is she gone Joy greet the gentle Bride But when she urg'd that you having laid by All Virgin blushing bashful Modesty Courted my Rival â—iced him to your Bed As weary of your ponderous Maidenhead I could but wonder how my active mind To such mean Courtship ever was confin'd But looking o'r my Legends there I found Your worthless name was not of force to wound And that you served to pass the time away When leisure hours bid me keep Holiday The Loyal Health A New Song COme away Boys let 's drink it As soon as we think it Set it round set it round Come let it round pass Fill each man his Glass To the brim to the brim To the King let it go And to the Duke also Till our Wits they abound Come come away with 't Let none delay it Till in Nectar we swim The Shepherds Delight A New Song 1. ALL day I wander o'r the Plains My tender flocks to feed And sport amongst my fellow Swains Tuning a tender reed To sing my Jenny's praises forth And her rare Beauties tell Who can comprize my harmless mirth Which others Joys excel 2. I scorn the bravery of the Court Where Tempests loudly rear Those Cedars are to Winds a sport Whilest shrubs they still pass oâ—re â—in my Cottage take more joy Than Kings in Princely pleasure Is love and freedome all have I That Earth or Sea does treasure The Authors advice to his Heroick friend upon bis unmanning himself by doating upon a disdainful Beauty HAste brave Amyntas to the Chase for see Diana's Boar is followed hastily The loud mouth'd Hounds follow the foaming Beast Take take thy â—avelin meet his fiercest rage 'T is far less dangerous than Love to ingage To pine for one that 's scornful proud unkind But meanly suits wiâ—h such a mighty mind As in thy Breast fierce Warriour is confin'd Thou that hast fac'd Jove's Thunder when it roar'd On Lightning's Wings and the vast Mountains goar'd Waded in Blood through Mars's dismal field To gather Laurels from the heaps you kill'd Who in the midst of dangers look'd so brave As quell'd thy foes Courage thy Souldiers gave Canst thou canst thou brave England's Mars canst thou Thy Glorious Plumes to nothing-woman bow For shame rouze up the World will laugh to see Her great Alcides humbly bend his knee Weep sigh and cringe to a detested thing Inglorious Woman whence his woâ—s do spring No lift up thy Victorious Head and shake Off these dull Chains thy Captive Fetters break Come be thy self and loud in thunder speak War be thy Language spread destruction round And let thy Musick be the Trumpets sound To his innocent Mistress A Poem FAir pretty Creature who in tender years Wound'st many Hearts and stir'st up tydes of fears Yet ignorant art of thy too potent charms Which equal are to Mars's Murthering Arms. For who can see such beauty in the bloom Fragrant with Vertues that can ne'r consume And not desire though shou'd they ask 't would be A strange request they must explain to thee How often has thy quaint discourses won My serious thoughts to give attention To thy fine tales spun out in threds of Gold Such as Penelope her Lovers told But yet my hopes are vain the fruit's too green But will be ripen'd by Loves charming Queen And then to taste it if it be my Lot My wishes shall be in their centre shut A Catch LEt Vulcan blow the bellows Nay let him sweat swear and be jealous With Venus all night I will lye Though whimpering Cupid shou'd cry Yet at her I 'll go With so full a blow As shall enter between each thigh Upon the presentation of a Nosegay MAdam behold these fragrant flowers that crown Their limber stems with leaves incircled round Glorious at present but in time will fade And lose the lustre they some time have had So youth a while will flourish but times breath Will turn't to age and age will hasten death Therefore Divinest Mistress whilest time lasts â—ake use of it before your Beauty wastes And when these flowers obtain a Licence free
though to the ruine of my own reputation that so you may know what a wronged Lover provok'd is capable of doing therefore as you tender your own fame mine and hers who detains you and robs me of my right keep firm to your first vows and suffer me no longer to be neglected This day Sir my Husband went out of Town therefore about eight in the evening I expect you at my House of which fail not as you value your future quiet And till then I rest Yours as you use me A. â— His Answer Madam CAn you believe that I wilfully neglect you 〈◊〉 the embraces of another alas that you should harbour so mean an opinion of your Servant whâ— doats upon you even to an ecstasie and lives not be to breath your name how can I at any time thinkâ— those many dear enjoyments that have passed between us and not extend my desire wider in thâ— Field of Love and oftener pant between those waâ— hills of Snow whose gentle risings would tempt Cynick to desire and search for hidden treasurâ— promised by those silver Mounts Madam assurâ— your self I am and ever will be the humblest of yoâ— Servants now and at all times ready to obey yoâ— commands did not the Tyrant Sickness hinder That that was the only Mistress that charmed 〈◊〉 by power you 're insensible how great from yoâ— which otherwise nothing could have done but â— sooner can Nature shake off those hard Chains bâ— I 'll willingly commit my self to the Fetters of yoâ— more soft and gentle arms and till then must entreâ— you by all the ties of Love and those transportiâ— Joys which have mutually possessed us not to lesse your esteem of him who is More yours than his own J. â— On Vertue VErtue 's a lasting treasure never fades He 's only wise that for that Jewel trades 'T is that which renders Mortals still compleat 'T is that alone which does adorn the great Gives lustre to the brightest Diadem And is on Earth the only sparkling Gem. Vertue adorns green youth and bending age And baffles still the proudest Tyrants rage It makes men humble wise complacent just And still secures us when things are at worst On a Happy Marriage A Poem HAil blessed pair whom Love and Nature joyns Whilest they are brooding still on great designs To make you happy ever make you blest Whilest nought but Peace and Joy shall fill your breast And you shall be of all that 's good possest In soft embraces ' midst a thousand charms Panting with pleasure in each others arms Whilest Love chaste Love your joyning bosoms warms Boundless may those Joys be and may they haste Till Death unloose the knot you 've ty'd so fast Death that grim Tyrant that does all things blast On his Mistress neat tiring her hair BRight Beauty on whose every part does rest A sight so lovely that who loves you's blest If but to gaze much more such Joys to tast And sip the Nectar from your fair lips prest But what amongst the rest to me seems rare Is the neat tiring of your Golden hair That not of Cupid set for to ensnare All that behold you thence Inchantments flow Who comes Spectator must a Lover go Nay such the force that e're he thence can part He must be forc'd to leave behind his heart Bleeding with wounds made in 't by Cupid â—s Dart. Then since your pow'r is such you must be mild And then you 'll be the Worlds chief wonder stil'd A Song 1. NOw now the Fight 's done and the great God of War Lies sleeping in shades and unravels his care Love laughs in his Rest and the Souldiers Alarms With Drums and with Trumpets and struts in his Arms He rides with his Launce and the Bushes he bangs And his brave Bloody Sword on the Willow-Tree hangs 2. Love smiles when she feels the sharp pains of his Dart And he wings it to hit the great God on the Heart Who leaves his Steel Bed and his Bolsters of Brass For Pillows of Roses and Coaches of Grass His Courser of Lightning is now grown so slow That a Cupid on 's Saddle sits bending his Bow 3. Love Love is the Cry Love and Kisses go round Whilest Phillis and Damon lye clasp'd on the ground The Shepherd too soon does his pleasure destroy 'T is Abortive she crys and does Murder my Joy But he rallies again by the force of her Charms And Kisses Embraces and Dyes in her Arms. Song 1. HEre 's that will challenge all the Fair Come buy my Nuts Damsins my Burgamy Pairs Here 's the Whore of Babylon the Devil and the Pope The Girl is just a going on the Rope 2. Here 's Dives and Lazarus and the Worlds Creation Here 's the Tall Dutch Woman the like 's not i' th' Nation Here is the Booth where the High-Dutch Maid is Here are Bears that Dance like any Ladies 3. Tat tat tat tat tah says the little Penny Trumpet Here 's Jacob Hall that does Jump it Jump it Sound Trumpet sound for Silver Spoon and Fork Come here 's your dainty Pigg and Pork Song 1. FOols to themselves do Riches prize some Dazling Greatness Blind Beauty alone can Charm our Eyes and Love delight our Mind Beauty alone c. 2. What is the use of Wealth or Power by which we Men subdue If not in order to gain more and vanquish Women too If not in order c. 3. Beauty the Fame of all Delight without loves life were vain Th' ambitious Toyl the valiant Fight for this for this Kings Reign Th' ambitious Toyl c. 4. Who e're in these place his Desires goes right in Natures way All others are but Wandring Fires which lead Mankind astray All others are but c. Song 1. ADs-Zous my dear Jone When I meet thee alone 'T is then my design for to buss thee By my Fathers old Shoon Or the Light of the Moon I swear thou shalt not be Crusty 2. No if I shou'd touse thee And lustily rouze thee Nay tho' I should clap thy black hole For I tell thee Uds-sut 'T is for love of thy Scut Which resembles a Cat or a Cole 3. Which makes me design For to yoak my self thine For I long for a smatch of the same Oh! then let thy black Cat So bemumble my Rat That we ne'r may Repent th' Old Game Song 1. SOmnus thou God who easest cares soft slumbers dwell upon thy brow Brother to death which nothing spares but to his fatal shafts all bow Haste haste and close my waking Eyes let these tormenting thoughts no more My Languish'd Soul with fear surprize but waft them to Oblivions shore 2. Let no fond Visions terrifie nor whining Lovers Ghosts appear Lest I again with Love comply again to bow with cringing fear Once more to be by Females cross'd Court base-born Beauties for disdain And be in Loves dark Abyss lost for those that let me suffer pain Song 1. CAn Life be a Blessing
on it there was no mortal wound Mine all bestuck with Darts I soon had known Cupid has kill'd it for to feast upon On a Diamond in a Ring LAdy the World 's a Ring yet that would be Without a Gem of little use to me You are the Diamond and 't is for your sake That I so long do of this World partake Were you but gone I 'd scorn the trifling Joys With which mankind his serious fancy cloys 'T is you alone that are the Gem below On Earth no Pearl of price besides I 'll know All trifling Glory of the World I scorn 'T is you alone the Worlds great Orb adorn 'T is you make Paradise 't is you give rest To those that are on Loves wide Seas distrest Then brightest of Creation yield one smile To him who for your sake does daily toil In endless thought and in a maze of care Hoping at last my blest relenting fair With thee the Joys of boundless love to share An Epigram THough black my Mistress seem unto the eye Yet those who do her constitutions try Say they mistake that think she 's kin to night Assuring us that she is all o're Light The ill Starr'd Lovers Complaint HEnce idle fancies wandering shades away You Ghosts and Faries whose feign'd names afright The Traveller that does by Moon-light stray And makes him fancy every shade a Sprite Go go I say you that disturb my rest With black Cimmerian darkness ever dwell That gentle Somnus to the man opprest May bring soft slumbers from his drowsie Cell E're Love distracts me with ten thousand fears Of losing her who links me in a Chain Who lets me languish pities not my tears But takes delight to hear me tell my pain How long ye Gods shall I this Tyrant love This beauteous Tyrant who my torment sees Yet nothing can her flinty Nature move To pity me or give my torments ease O Man my Reason why shou'd I adore On that my service does Ingrateful scorn Muster ye powers of Manhood tell wherefore I being free her triumphs shou'd adorn No no I am not free 't was a mistake But like a Lion in the Hunters toyl The more I strive the fatal cords to break The less unable am I to recoil Twixt death and her there is no mean I see Sleep hears not my complaint my sighs nor crys Then Terrours King haste thou and set me free And with eternal slumbers seal my Eyes A Wormwood Lecture for Contented Cuckolds or Billingsgate Rhetorick HA have I found out your haunts Sirrah Was it not sufficient you Runagate pitiful inconsiderable Rascal that I took you to be my Husband such a one as you are with ne'r a shooe to your foot or a shift to your back you lowsie Rogue but that now I have put you in a condition to live like a man you must be gadding abroad spending what I have carefully taken pains for on every gill-flurt Come come sirrah I 'll make you turn over a new leaf 't is a brave World indeed that you must sit at the Ale-house with a pox to ye and I must lye slaving at home to maintain a faâ— Hostess Get you home I say sirrah and that quickly too or I 'll beat the pot about your ears nay I 'll make the windows fly with a Devil to 'um if you don't be jogging What won't ye stir yet Get ye home ye dog or I 'll kick you home before me Faith Women may be made fools on I see if they hold their tongues The Shepherds Invitation COme lovely Nymph the Winter now is past The bleak East wind and freezing Northern blast Are close barr'd in their Caves and Zeph'rus brings The dew restoring flowers on gentle wings The Sun with Aries rides and his brightways Reflecting on the Golden Fleece displays To chear the World blithe Nature smiles to see Her self from Hyems cold embrace set free Each Grove my fair invites us forth to view How they their late cast Robes with pride renew To hear the winged Choristers repeat Their notes harmonious whilest our flocks do bleat And on the flowry plain the young kids play Come then my fair one let us trace the way That leads unto delight in Venus Grove Crown'd all with Myrtle let 's reveal our Love Where Beauty's Queen with young Adonis strove There let 's in dear embraces panting lye Melting in joys the World did never try The Shepherdesses Reply I Hear thy voice my Strephon Love commands And I commit my self into thy hands I 'll not be coy but yield you love for love Heavens Thunders blast those that unconstant prove A Gentleman fearing a competitor in his Mistresses Affections thus writes to perswade him from any further addresses Sir WEre you but sensible of the sincere Affections that are between the young Lady A. G. and my self and could but discern the inseparable bands that unite our Souls in Love you would cease your vain attempting any further addresses you may perhaps conceit she has some kindness for you because she permits you access Know therefore Sir that such civil favour is upon no other account than your being first introduced by me as a friend and if you prove your self otherwise 't is in my power to punish your Ingratitude therefore let me friendly admonish you not to give occasion to break that knot of friendship that has so long continued between us by your troubling her with any further addresses for know that by the laws of God and with the irrevocable consent of her parents she is and can be only mine Having thus advised you I leave the rest to your discretion and remain Your friend as you use me J. B. A Letter to a coy Mistress Divine Mistress SInce 't is my fate to be thy slave Render such pity as thou'dst crave Were it thy fortune so to be To him that courts his destiny My moans sufficient were to melt A flinty Heart who love ne'r felt Yet all those tears they prove in vain To quench Loves scorching Feavers pain 'T was those Magnetick Eyes that drew My heart to wander at first view If then to love thou wert the Womb That gave it Life be not the Tomb. If thou be'st pleas'd exile delay Danger attend a tedious way Few are the words that may combine Our Hearts 't is only say Thou' rt mine But if another have possest Those joys that should have made me blest Be speedy in thy doom and I. By death am freed from misery Your languishing Lover J. â— A Dialogue between Antonius and Labinus Antonius TRuly Sir I was a fool to imagine that only death kept the doors of ill requited since I now plainly find that disdain or black Ingratitude can give us a free Passport Labinus Right Sir and were I as you it should trouble me no more I 'd banish those fancies from my Breast and be proud I had shaken off my Chains Antonius Nay you go too far my Chains are not yet sundered for