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A60018	The triumph of wit, or, Ingenuity display'd in its perfection. Being the newest and most useful academy, in three parts. Part I. Containing variety of excellent poems, pastorals, satyrs, dialogues, epigrams, anagrams, acrosticks, choice letters with their answers, ... and exactest collection of choice songs. Part II. Containing the whole art and mystery of love in all its nicest intreagues and curious particulars, ... with the description & anatomy of perfect beauty. Part III. Containing the mystery and art of wheedling and canting, with the original and present management thereof, and the ends to which it serves and is employed. Illustrated with poems, songs and various intreagues in the canting language, with the explanation, &c. To which is added, Instructions for dancing with musical notes	J. S. (John Shirley), fl. 1680-1702.	1688 (1688)	Wing S3520A; ESTC R220267	116,290	243

clap your Hand upon his and suddainly withdraw it as if it happened by mistake Tread softly as you find fit opportunity upon his Toe and seem to start as if something more than ordinary were under your foot and when he takes you by the Hand to lead you seem to stumble a little and then grasp him fast and suddainly recover your self with a blush as if your had offended when he looks wishfully upon you wink a little and turn away your Head clapping your hand over your Eyes and suffer a gentle Sigh to escape you and when in the Dance he chooses you above the rest turn aside your Head and faintly excuse it ● yet so that he may find a yielding in your Eyes when he offers to Kiss you turn your Head a little and give him your Cheek fetching a sigh at the same time as if you were somewhat unwilling and is he put the Question to you about Marriage tell him it is a weighty Business and you must advise with your Friends before you know what to determine Inf. Why this is to the life and I don't doubt but I shall remember it against the time I have occasion to vse it Cin. This prevails insensibl and chains a Lover more than Severity But see your Mother comes we must-retire Memphia to Menacles or The forsaken Ladys Epistle to her Wanderer c. A Poem WHat is the thing call'd Love we so much prise In which each Maiden hopes a treasure lyes Hopes and Desires with longing eager hast Those flatt'ring falls aluring sweets to tast 'T is like that Apple with a golden Rhind That men near the Butumnius Lake oft' find Gaudy and pleasing to delude the Eye Yet in that Rhind Cinders and Ashes lye How far are they deceived who hope invane A lasting Lease of Joys from Love t' obtain Who think it fair and Court it with such pain All the dear sweets they Promise or expect After Enjoyment turns to cold neglect Cou'd Love a constant happiness have known The mighty wonder had to me been shone Our Passions were so favour'd by our Fate As if it meant 'em an Eternal date So kind He look'd such tender words he spoke 'T was past belief such Vows shou'd e'r be broke Fix'd on my Eyes how often wou'd he say He cou'd with Pleasure Gaze an Age away When thoughts too great for words had made him mute In kinder Kisses he wou'd tell his Suit So great his Passion was so far above The Common Gallantries that pass for Love. At worst I thought if he shou'd prove unkind His ebbing Passion I shou'd truer find Than are the Transports of a vulgar Mind Nor was my Love or Fondness more than his In him I center'd all my Earthly bliss For him my Duty to my Friends forgot For him I lost alas what lost I not Fame all the valuable things of life To meet his Love by a less Name than Wife How happy was I then how dearly blest When that lov'd Man lay panting on my breast Sighing such things as ne'r can be exprest A thousand kind smiles he gave me every hour Whilst greedily I did each look devour Till quite o'rcome with Charms I trembling lay At every look he gave melted away Like falling Snow before the Lamp of Day I was so highly happy in my love Methoughts I pitty'd those that dwelt above Think then thou Charming Lovely'st falsest Man How you have Vow'd how I have lov'd and than My faithless Dear be cruel if you can How I have lov'd I cannot need not tell No every Act has shown I lov'd too well Since first I saw you I ne'r had a thought Was not intirely yours to you I brought My Virgin Innocence to you my heart Fill'd with the tend'rest Kindness did impart Since when ye 'ave been the Star by which I steer'd And nothing else but you I lov'd or fear'd Your smiles I live by when you frown I must Sink in cold shades and there revert to dust Oh! can the coldness you dare shew me now Suit with the gen'rous Passion with the Vow The solemn Promise you 'd be ever true Or shou'd you pity her you now neglect She cannot live on Pity or Respect A thought so mean wou'd her whole Love anoy Less than your Love she scorns Sir to enjoy Let me not live on dull Indiff'rency But give me Rage enough to make me dye For if from you I needs must meet my Fate Before your Pity I wou'd chuse your Hate MENACLES to MEMPHIA Or A Poem In Answer to the foregoing c. Madam WHat makes you of your Fate complain WhAe makes you write to me in such a strain If ye 'r deceiv'd it is not by my Cheat For all Disguises are below the Great What Man or Woman upon Earth can say I ever us'd 'em well above a Day How is it then that I inconstant am He changes not who always is the same In my dear self I center every thing My Servants Friends my Mistriss and my King Nay Heaven and Earth to that one point I bring Well-maner'd Honest Generous and Stout Names by dull Fools to Plague Mankind found out Shou'd I regard I must my self constrain And 't is my Maxim to avoid all pain You fondly look for what none e'r cou'd find Deceive your self and then call me unkind And by false Reasons wou'd my falshood prove For 't is as natural to change as love You may as justly at the Sun repine Because alike it does not always shine No Glorious thing was ever at a stay My blazing Star but visits and away As fatal too it shines as those i' th' Skies 'T is never seen but some kind Female dies The boasted favour you so precious hold To me 's no more than changing of my Gold What e'r you gave I pay'd you back in bliss And where 's the obligation Pray in this If heretofore you found Grace in my Eyes Be thankful for it and let that suffice But Women-Beggar like still haunt the dore Where they 'ave receiv'd a Charity before O! happy Sultan whom we Barbarous call How much art thou refin'd above us All Who Envies not the Joys of thy Serail Thee like some God the Trembling crou'd adore Each Man 's thy Slave each Woman is thy W Methinks I see thee under-neath a shade Of golden Canopy supinely lay'd Thy crouding Slaves all silent as the Night But at thy Nod all active as the Light. Secure in sollid sloath thou there dost reign And feel'st the Joys of Love without the pain Each Female courts thee with a willing eye Whil'st thou with aweful Pride walk'st careless by Till your kind Pledge marks ou● the charming Da● You fancy most to quench your present flame Then she submissive from your Arms retires And thankful for that Grace no more requires No loud Reproach nor fond unwelcom sound Of Womens Tongues your calmer Ears does wound If any do a nimble mute strait ties The true Love-knot and stops

Beauty I 'll gaze and of Pleasure complain Whilst every kind look adds a link to my Chain 5. 'T is more to maintain than it was to surprize But her Wit leads in triumph the slaves of her Eyes I beheld with the loss of my freedom before But hearing for ever must serve and adore 6. Too bright is my Goddess her Temple too weak Retire divine Image I feel my heart break Help help I dissolve in a Rapture of Charms At the thought of those Joys I shou'd find in her Arms. The Shepherd's Delight A new Song 1. HOw happy we live while our Flocks we do feed And cheer up our hearts with the Musick o' th' Reed On the Mountains or Plains in the Meads or the Grove We court and we sport and each kisses his Love. Then Garlands of Flowers they make-for his Head That pleases 'em best and the Table is spread On the Laps of the Nymphs and with hourly good cheer We there sit contented devoid of all fear 2. Whilst others that think themselves splendid and great Are toss'd and turmoil'd in the Matters of State No life than a Shepherds more happy can be Who lives in content and from trouble is free Who makes not his Soul a dull slave unto treasure But sings in cool Shades and by streams takes his pleasure Before him the Lambs they do frisk and do play Till home he do's drive 'em at closing of day 3. The Larks in the Morning salutes him with Songs And the rest of the Quire do's fly round him in throngs When steep'd in the Dew that the Night do's refine He 's more plump and jolly than Lads soak'd in Wine The Flow'rs of the Field they contribute their sweet Spread trees are his Canopy shelter from heat And purling soft Waters his Thirst do allay And thus he lives merry as long as the day The Night-Adventure A new Song 1. WHen guilded with her gaudy fires Heav'ns Auzer Canopy appear'd Just when the Sun from us retires And by 't the Indian World is cheer'd Walking abroad to scent the sweet That do s from Earth's great Altar rise In gentle breathings I did meet More bright than Stars / two starry Eyes 2 Plac d in a lower Heaven yet shone More tempting fair than those above Their influence more they made me own As fixed in the sphere of Love. Amaz'd and pleas'd at what I view'd I steer'd long by their beaming Light But like false fires they me delude Vanish and left me loft in night 3 Since which I nightly view the train That on their mystick Movements rowl Ariadne's Crown and Charles's Wain And both the Bears plac'd near the Pole. Bernice's hair Andromache The Virgin Spike and all the rest But cannot find where she shou'd be Who by her Influence rules my breast The Fickle Lover A Song 1. ALL my past life is mine no more The flying hours are gone Like Transitory Dreams giv'n o'er Whose Images are kept in store By Memory alone 2. What-ever is to come is not How can it then be mine The present Moment's all my lot And that as fast as it is got Phillis is wholly thine 3. Then talk not of Inconstancie False Hearts and broken Vows If I by Miracle can be This live-long moment true to thee 'T is all that Fate allows The Good-fellow A Song HAng up Mars and his Wars Give us drink Well Tipple my Lads together Those are slaves fools and knaves That have Chink and must pay For what they say Do or think Good-fellows account for neither Be we round be we square We are happier than they are Whose Dignity works their Ruin He that well the Bowl rears Can baffle his cares And a fig for death and undoing The Amorous Courtier A new Song WHy are my Eyes still flow ing Why do's my Heart thus trembling move When go ing To see the darling Saint I love Ah! she 's my Heavn and in my Eye Love's Dei ty There is no Life what she can give Nor any Death like taking my leave 2. Tell me no more of Glo ry To Court's Ambition I 've resign'd But tell a long long Sto ry Of Coelia s shape her face and mind Speak too of Raptures that wou'd Life destroy To en joy Had I a Diadem Scepter and Ball For that dear Minute I 'd part with 'em all The Loyalist A Song 1. HAppy happy may he Reign That do s now the Scepter sway Our Liberties still to maintain And may his Subjects all obey Let each one strive to merit most In constant Loyalty and Love And may Division be devorc'd And we no more of it approve 2. That each secure beneath his Vine With Peace and Plenty may be blest And never cause have to repine But there supinely take his rest Calm as Summer's noon-tide Air May all our thoughts and actions be Still free from foul distrust and fear Hence forward live in unitie The Daughters Request OH Mother Roger with his Kisses Almost stops my breath I vow He almost gripes my hands to pieces Yet he swears he loves me too Tell me Mother Pray now doo Pray now pray now pray now doo What Roger means when he do's so For ne'er stir I long to know 2. He sets me on his Lap whole hours With eager looks he me devours Kisses me and stroaks my Breast Feels my Thighs and would the rest Tell me Mother pray now doo Pray now pray now pray now doo What Roger means when be do's so For never stir I long to know 3. He gives me Cream and strawberries And always gazes on my Eyes Commends my handsome Leg and Foot And sighs for something I have got Tell me Mother pray now doo Pray now pray now pray now doo What Roger means when be do's so For ne'er stir I long to know Celia Restored to her Empire or The Wandring Shepherd's Return A new Song 1. CElia no more complain The Shepherd shall be kind You shall not sigh in vain Nor grieve unto the Wind. Love mighty Love subdues Monarchs makes Empires yield Conquers him that pursues Gives the pursu'd the field 2 Rise then fair Celia rise See your Returned Swain Who at your Mercy lyes And begs you 'd ease his pain A Rebel to your Charms He never more will be But in your tender Arms Ravish'd with joy will lye 3. Take take then pity now Upon your wand'ring slave Who at your feet do's bow And low your pardon crave Long he defiance holds Against all Nature's Laws If his Heart ne'er new Moulds At such a charming Cause The Conquest of Coyness A Song 1. AS Cloris full of harmless thoughts Beneath the Myrtle lay Kind Love a youthfull Shepherd brought To pass the time away 2. She blush't to be encounter'd so And chid the Amorous Swain But as she Strove to rise and go He pull'd her down again 3. A sudden Passion seiz'd her Heart In spite of her disdain She found a Pulse in every part And Love in every vein

Recess of Love Which now more pleasing is since grac'd by you A fairer Guest its shades yet never knew Amar. The place is pleasant and your kindness great In bringing me to such a calm retreat Where kissing Sun-beams on the Leaves abide That shelter us yet Phaon I must chide For trying with your Flattery to raise my Pride Ph. Dear Amarillis be that far from me I know not where those flatt'ring Regions be That by Mankind so much are visited But this I know that you are fair indeed The Queen of Beauty triumphs in your Face To you the Shepherdesses all give place The Shepherds sigh for you with pleasing pain Each seeks with care your favour first to gain Am. Shou'd I think so I must my self deceive How can she conquer that do's Captive live Ph. Captive to whom what Mortal is so blest With Charms or Parts that can give you unrest What Virtue is to sush perfection grown All that Mankind dare claim were it in one Can ne'er the peace that gaurds your Brest dethrone Am. I thought so once but now I find too plain And blushing must confess my thoughts were vain Ph. Less than a Monarch can't your Heart subdu● Am. No my meek Soul ambition's Air ne'er dre● Pardon me Phaon when I say 't is you Ph. Oh! Heav'ns what Rapture what a maze I 'm in O! Speak dear Saint breath those blest words agin Let Angels take 'em at the first rebound And to the World with golden Trumpets sound That unexpected I a Heaven on Earth have found Am. O! Spare the Blushes of a yielding Maid Who to your Arms the God of Love betray'd Take take the willing Prize and ben't unkind To say when discontent disturbs your mind How easie Amarillis to be won you find Ph. Never my Angel dearest greatest bliss But count this day my day of happiness The Happy Choice A Poem 1. WITH that Part of the World which like a Sea Provok'd by Storms to mount and ross her waves I find I never calmly shall agree Softer Retirement my attention craves Where noisy Business reigns the place I 'll shun And at sweet leisure pity those that strive And toil their youth away to be undone By growing old before they know they live 2. For at the best the sweet of Earthly Joy Has mixtures in it Wormwood bears a part And much allays or does the force destroy Of Bliss that shou'd exault the trembling heart Which makes me smile when selvelins fiercely drive And Crou'd and Buz with busie Murmerings To snatch the Honey from the guarded Hive And undergo the Torment of a thousand Stings 3. Whilst those that free'd from Crouds in little state Truly enjoy themselves and happy are And to themselves can true content create When others are themselves a Civil War. Then grant ye kinder Fates e'r to my Grave Death with his frosty Breath bids me begon E'r in exchange for Shades this Light I leave And in Eternal Gloom forget the Sun. 4. That in some Rural Cottage I may dwell With Sylvan Scene surrounded where the Hills Clad in their native green do gently swell Where flowry Vales spread Odours where the trills of silver Brooks or mazey Rivolets run Kissing their winding Banks whilst brouzing Flocks With tender blateings do sweet Musick tune And cover all the Plains with fleecy Locks 5. There out of found ambitions reach I 'd be Contemplate the Creation and in it The glorious wise Creating Deitie Of whom the Creatures are the Counterfeit In sacred Solitude O Let me spend The unfledg'd moments that are yet to move Desiring nothing there may me attend But Thoughts that wait upon coelestial Love. The Bold Adventurer made Captive Or LOVE'S Conquest A Poem HOw bold and rash is fond unthinking Man With what Proud hast he flyes to be undon And meets a Ruin that wou'd come too soon This I unhappy I too late have found Concluding I was proof against each Wound That Love could give I durst behold those Eyes To which my heart is made a Sacrifice With Lightning Arm'd they shot a pointed pain And in my Soul soon fix'd the fatal bane Each Part a swift cold trembling seiz'd the Guard Of Life seem'd Conquer'd and her Gates unbar'd As when a bright destroying Angel's breath The Plague blows in and with it hasty death Or when by some Infernal Fiend possess 't Inly disturb'd by the Intruding guest The man stares wildly foams and knows not why But strait concludes he instantly must dye Such was th' Alt'ration that In me appear'd For Tyrant Love whom least of all I fear'd Had gain'd the Fortress and soon let me know I must accept of Terms he wou'd bestow Since I was Pris'ner at discretion made His Arbitrary Pow'r must be obey'd I found him then less generous than Death For he in 's rage ne'r spares the conquer'd's breath But cruel Love with barbarous Mercy saves The vanquish'd wretches lives to make 'em slaves Yet finding no way but to yield I cry'd Hard Master I 'm your Slave and must abide Whatever your severity will do And beg that my hard task you 'd let me know And yet I dread since Pride scorn and disdain Continual watchings Storms and tedious pain You those enjoyn to suffer over whom you reign Some at your Gally's Oars with endless toil Like Sissaphus do drudge and han't one smile To recompence their Pain they sigh but find Those sighs serve but to rouze the sleeping wind Some like the Memphian Tyrant you do doom To wast their Lives in building of a Tomb. Others are put with sad and lingring Art To work i' th Quarries of a stoney Heart But of the various works you do assign It will best please your Slave to dig the Mine To a Proud and Jilting Mistress A Poem Madam I Own your Charms I own you fair Yet bright as you is a Malignant Star Your Eyes have flame and scatter beams of light Unguarded hearts with careless wounds to smite Swift to destruction as th' amasing Fire That through the Clouds do's sally and retire So from the hot Basilisks burning Eyes Through trembling Air the darted Poison flyes Which wing'd by Death can distant lives surprize Beauteous you are as Morn e'r from the bed Of Sea-born Thetis Phoebus lifts his head To sip the Pearly dews on Flora's Glory shead Gay as the Clouds his early Beams infold Whose fleecy Skirts seem Purple fring'd with Gol● Yet cruel as Diana whose dire Rites Nothing but humane Sacrifice delights The gazing wretch your charming Smiles insnare To make him sure is all your Pride and Care But when he 's so you feed him with Despair So in her Lybian Laire the Panther rests Drawing about her the admiring Beasts To view her damask'd Skin hiding her head That their approaches may be without dread But in her reach advanc'd she grasps 'em fast And makes that dear-bought Gaze to be their last Hard fate of Mankind thus to be deceiv'd Why is that

Heaven and that by which we rise from lumpish Earth as high as everlasting life Great Madam it has been my Endeavour to serve you and you repay me with frowns Consider dear Lady I cannot live in storms considering the weakness of the Bark but must fall on the Rocks of black Despair or shipwrack on the Quicksands of Disdain Madam your Eyes are my two polar Stars by which I steer to my haven of happiness Madam your favour makes me richer than the Treasures of the Indies Charmed sweet Lady by the fame of your Beauty I gave scope to my heart to love you before I beheld these bright Eyes and now am more blessed to confirm it considering the reports of fame that run high in others have run low in you and forgot or overlooked more than half your Merit What shall I say divinest of Creatures to mollifie your heart that I may after so long a siege find a yielding there Happy Madam is the Man upon whom you shall cast your favours for he will be exalted above his fellows in the transcendency of joy Much delighted Madam with your pleasant and harmless conversation I am imboldned at this time to intrude into your company Pleased sweet Lady by gazing upon you I follow you like your shade to feast my eyes on those Beauties my Ambition dare not pretend to enjoy Happy sweet Lady is the Man that lives in the ●hadow of your favour for there he may supinely repose and be secured from the scorching of the Torrid Zone of your scorn under which others must swelter and languish Madam give Audience to your slave since I only live to tell you how much I love you and then expire Madam since you refuse to shew me any mercy I am resolv'd to try the Waves who doubtless in their greatest fury will be kinder Madam you stand like an impregnable Tower against the assaults of all Mankind Madam the Roses and the Lillies in your fair Cheeks are always in contention though they seem to live in peace and hold an equal reign since neither get the mastery Madam your golden hair appears like flowing Amber upon your Head that Globe of Wisdom and your Forehead like a Rock of Alablaster reflecting the Sun-beams to inlighten the pleasant Vails beneath your Eyes resemble two Diamond Quarries and your Lips and Teeth the Coral and the Pearly spoil of the richer Ocean and all the rest more charming than the Spring deckt in her utmost Glories O! tell me fairest Mistriss if without offence I may dare to approach the presence of so divine a Creature yet methinks where so much Beauty is ingrossed kindness and good-nature ought to be its handmaids Madam in you both Love and Honour wait and Fortune is your slave Madam the Charms that adorn your lovely Face cannot be formed even in the largest thought much more be characterized as they truly deserved by tongues of Mortals Madam your Angellick beauties lay snares to intrap my soul which wou'd have ease from pains it do's already feel Madam to what a boundless hight of Ambition must the Man arise that dares to court your smiles Fairest of your Sex if no other favour can be yielded honour me with a salute of your fair hand Madam I am at a point if you refuse me I have resolved to chuse a nobler Fate than thus like Niobe to grieve till I become a Marble Statue Heal the Wounds sweet Lady you have made and be not cruel to let me live in pain when it is in your power to ease me Madam to fall a sacrifice and expire is the least part of my grief but to be divorced by death from your fair self is intolerable Madam instruct me how I shall find out a way to requite the favours you have been pleased to cast upon me Madam I have endeavoured to the utmost of my power in hopes my officiousness might have turned to some small account whereby you might have reaped the benefit but find I am at a loss Assure your self fair Lady that I will ever be constant and when I am otherwise may your Anger blast me Most obliging Madam what shall I say to render you sensible of the many obligations you have laid upon me Madam as a Captive I surrender my self for although I have a long time been a Rebel in the Empire of mighty Love yet conquer'd by your goodness I at length am reclaimed confessing that I own to you my Conversion County Complements or Expressions in Business and Courtship HOnest Dick I am very glad to see thee in good health and I thank you finely for the kindness you did me the last week Tom I am not a little joyfull to hear thou art Married and may Jugg be fruitfull and bring thee every year a swinging Lad. Honest Ned thou art well met and seeing we are met under a Sign-Post let us in Man and over a Pot talk of old stories Well Sam thou canst not think what a friend I have been of thine to further thy Wooing with Madge I 'll promise thee I buss'd her for thee and bid her be kind to thee as she lov'd me Will I am heartily contented to see thee and am glad to hear thy Cows and Sheep thrive so well in thy new Farm. Robin thou over-joyest me to meet thee so luckily for you see I am in my Holy-day Cloaths And what do'st thou think I am so plaguey fine for why I am going to fetch Cib the Miller's Maid we are to be Married to day and thou shalt be our Bride man. Roger thou art so fine a Man and a fellow of so much wit that adad I admire thy company Dear Harry I present thee this token from Sicely thy Sweetheart she says she will not be out-done by thee in kindness and therefore has sent you a pair of Bandstrings in requital for the Gloves you gave her at the last Wake Oliver thou art a Man of Parts and I must hug thee I know thou canst write and read and in good time mayst come to be a Great Man even the Clark of a Parish Will I see you are a hopefull Lad for all the Lasses in the Parish do so gloat upon thee Numph how is it Man this Morning What up so soon after thy Wedding Had I been in thy place my Cows shou'd have lost their Fodder for once and not use it O John I see you are always hankering here about Well I 'll be hang'd if thou hast not a Sweet-heart in some corner hereabouts Country Expressions or Complements to Women DEar Margery what shall I say to thy kindness methinks I cou'd buss thee for it till to morrow morning Kind Jenny it rejoices me to see how smug you are thy neatness has often made my chaps water Ill assure you Sweet Mistriss Prue how long shall I pine as they call it and hang my head like a wither'd Tulip or Primrose before thou 'lt say Honest Jack I am thine Cib thou art

labouring thoughts to move compassion in the Saint 〈◊〉 adore all on a sudden our Tongues begin to faulter a trembling seizes every Nerve and words forge● their way instead of which sighs and abrupt stammorings take place blushes and eager gazes still succeed or accompany them However encouraged by you whose Counsels never failed me at my greatest need the fair one shall know for whom I languish though thunder-struck by her frowns I fall before her anger and am lost for ever And so dear Sir with all imaginable returns of Thanks and the long Endearments of our Mutual friendship I take the boldness to subscribe my self Sir Your most affectionate Friend and Servant A. C. A Letter from a young Lover to his Mistriss Dear Madam PArdon my boldness that unknown to you I presume to send this Letter as a Messenger to tell you I am your Captive and that I only wait the favourable opportunity to lay my self at your feet and pay those profound Respects due to your Bounty and Virtue till which happy time if Heaven vouchsafe ●● a great blessing I must languish between hope of your goodness and compassion towards me and despair of being accepted into the number of those you vouchsafe to cast your smiles upon but if you are so mercifull as you are fair and esteemed Virtuous I may promise my self that you will not be so unkind as altogether to deny me access to your Presence but at least suffer me if fate or any hard fortune has ordained me miserable to receive my doom in person from your fair lips which of the two extreams may prove the milder Therefore fairest of creatures in expectation of knowing your pleasure I flatter my self with the happiness to subscribe that I am Madam Your most affectionate and most obedient Servant P. C. The Answer SIR YOur Letter did not a little surprize me especially when I considered you are altogether a stranger to me or my conversation nor can you reasonably expect that I should upon second thoughts esteem of it as any other than the effect of a complemental humour for it is much that you should be so passionately affected as you express your self to wards a Maid to whom you are so much a stranger or at least I must afflrm my self so to you as not having ever seen you to my knowledge however I am not so reserved but I thought fit to return you these Lines and further to let you know that when I am better informed as to your Person and Merits I shall better and more at leasure consider what to determine as to your requiring to pay me a visit which I am not so curious in refusing as far as the bounds of Modesty will admit to any Gentleman whose mind is vertuous and his intentions honest and till I better understand your Worth I must beg your pardon and only take leave to subscribe my self A friend to Virtuous Inclinations A. G A Passionate Letter to Reproach a Scornfull Mistriss Madam WHat more can be expected from the most obsequious Slave than I have performed how have I marked your Eyes and taken the least motion for a command to do you service how have I neglected my own affairs and with all the diligence expressible laboured to let you see by my service how much I was yours and how truly I loved you but what is my reward nothing but scorn and disdain when others reap the harvest of your smiles and are highly caressed O the ingratitude of Woman into what a Monster can it form it self had it been once sounded with an Angel-Trumpet in my Ears that the seeming virtuous fair charming Bellamira could have been false and inconstant as the Winds to the Man she promised so fair and at so light a rate broke all her vows and promises of an unalterable fidelity I durst not believe it but now too plain I find that they were uses yet false one I will not curse nor repine but bear my sufferings with patience and though the grief sits heavy on my soul ' yet with a manly courage I 'll suppress my woe and having once shook off these chains be free for ever from the fatal mischief that attends on Love and befalls Fair One still my own and C. D. The Answer SIR I Cannot but wonder you should be so much concerned to be rejected seeing the encouragements I gave you were never so large as to ground any hope of succeeding upon And as for your officiousness it was in your own choice whether you would have persevered in such diligence or not and although I am constrained to confess your services merited my thanks which I often rendered you and I though it had been sufficient yet you aiming higher no marvel if you was rejected Women Sir in these days are improved in craftiness and wear their Lovers like their Garments putting one on to day and another to morrow and would not willingly wear out any but when they are pressed to declare themselves then it is time to pull off the Vizor to those they cannot affect and let them discover how vain their hopes have been and this Sir is your misfortune if it be worth your terming it so however I shall not be wanting to continue such an esteem for you as you have merited but would by any means advise you to withdraw your affections if you have placed any upon me beyond the bounds of friendship and civil conversation and so I take leave to remain Your Friend and Servant A. C. Directions or Superscriptions of Letters to Persons of sundry Qualities c. Internal and External 1. External or outward Superscriptions TO The King's most Excellent Majesty or To the Sacred Majesty of James the Second c. To the Queen 's most Excellent Majesty To his Royal Highness the Prince of D. To her Royal Highness the Princess of D. To his Grace the Lord Arch-Bishop of Cant. To his Grace the Lord A. B. of York or To the most Reverend Father in God c. And to all other Bishops viz. To the Right Reverend Father in God H. Lord-Bishop of L. To his Grace the Duke of S. or To the High-Born Prince A. B. Duke of S. To the Right Honourable the Marquess of W. To the Right Honourable the Earl of C. To the Right Honourable the Lord Viscount F. To the Right Honourable the Lord P. Baron of D. To the Honourable Lord C. that is the Son of a Noble Man for they are always styled Honourable though but esquires c. To his Excellence A. B. Ambassador from the High and Mighty Prince L. c. and so to any Ambassador To his Excellency L. E. of F. Captain-General of his Majesties Forces c. And so to the Lord-Lieutenant of Ireland To all Privy Counselors the Lord Chancellor the L Chamberlain L. Steward of his Majesties Houshold Secretary of State Lord Privy Seal c. you must direct your Letter viz. To the Right Honourable

you home Sir I must confess you should be much admir'd for your ingenuity breeding and good parts though the ungratefull World will allow no body to have the happiness of admiring you but your self Mock-Expressions or Complements Burlesque to the Female Sex c. MAdam your Beauties must needs be excellent and like an Ignis faruis lead Mankind astray since your Eyes have perpetual Twinkles bright as Candles burnt within the Socket Madam your Virtues are like the Phoenix very rare to be found Kind Mistriss your favours are dispensed to all and so common that no Man need fear in the least to participate of them Madam the severity of your Countenance is a scurge to transgression for whosoever looks wishfully upon you in the very moment of his hot-boiling blood will be antidoted against Lechery Madam the World must needs be melancholy when you are taken from it seeing you are the Comedy of Mankind and the Acting-Stage of Recreation Madam the Rosey-colour of Brickbat mixed with the Amber-colour of Cowslips adorn your lovely Face and make it aimable to those that can contemplate and admire your Beauties Madam the Ornament of your Hair hangs dangling like the Roots of Cedars and to catch Lovers you expand it as the Spider do's her Web to intrap the Fiies though not with that caution for your Nets are so wide that even the intangled Culleys creep through and escape Madam that you have been Man's meat appears by the wanton twinkles of your Eyes and the Ruins of a tollerable good Face but alas Time that enemy to Beauty has dried you to a Cinder and lest you only Desire where you are not to be desired Madam your inclinations to pursue Virtue appear a many things but you follow it with so slow a ●ace that 't is doubted by some whether you will ever ●●er-take it Madam we might without doubt have justly terned you fair had not deformity been unmannerly to ●ake place of your beauty Madam your Gravity apears in every action since ●ime has been hasty to furrow your Face with wrinkl'd ●onour and reduced your Beauty to the complection of a blasted Oak Lady the toss you have with your Head and that ●ect with your Buttocks denote you to be a Woman of fine breeding and to have much conversation with French Dancing-masters who will have all the wit to lye in Mimmick Postures c. Lady your Teeth in their yellowness exceed the Amber and may well be compared to Crysolites Madam the Scarlet-livory your Face wears denotes you to be kind to your self in making glad your heart and casting away care Madam so great are the obligations wherewith you ●ave loaded me that I must lay down my burthen or I shall faint under them Your understanding sweet Lady has so large a Country to travel in that it can rarely be found Madam you have so far obliged me that I must study the Art of Memory to retain the thoughts of your obligations least they slip out of my mind whilst you forget not to tax me with ingratitude Madam ye 're so lovely sweet and charming that ●●ow I cou'd spend at least half an hour to tell you how much I love you did not important business ●rudge me the loss of so much time Posies or Motto's to be used on sundry occasions Madam my Heart I 'll constant be What e'er I have Whm God has blest Now we agree To thee my Heatt This for ever Untill I dye Fairest Creature In Constancy Let me not find Let us now hast Prepare with speed I will be true When false I am Be not unkind We 'll happy live We 'll live and love What here I give No more I 'll pine What e'er you say Love do's invite I live and move Is your desert Fair Maid to thee Freely it crave Let none molest Let 's Marry'd be I do impart With the Giver I 'll constant be I 'm your debtor I 'll live and dye That ye 're unkind The Minutes past To be my Bride To Love and you I 'll bear the blame Till cause you find Let whose will grieve Till Death remove My Dear receive Since thou art mine I will obey Let us unite But by your Love. Read these though divided Cross-ways As Madam my Heart Is your desert c. Mournfull Epethites For my sad grief I live in pain 'T is my sad Heart Be pleas'd to give Alas I dye To be more kind See cruel Fair O! be more just Death is more kind My bleeding Heart O! let me go What have I done O! save from Death My pain beguile In Mercy save Long have I lov'd O! let my Fate O! can my Dear One Boon I crave If Love 's deny'd This very hour In pain I live Unconstant Maid Behold I come There 's no relief And love in vain Do's feel the smart Me leave to live If you deny You was design'd How I despair Or I am Dust Than your hard Mind Is full of smart To shades below To set so soon My fleeting breath With one kind smile Me from my Grave And constant prov'd Have longer Date Be still severe Pity your slave Death is my Bride My Fate do's lower In vain I grieve My life do's fade Kind Ghosts make room Read these as the former Short EPITAPHS REader This Marble claims as Tribute due To the dear Memory of sacred Dust A Sigh at least if not a Tear or two The Good lyes here the Great the Wise and Just Epitaph 2. IN Honour's bed he dy'd whom here we lay Whilst his free'd Soul mounts to Eternal day His Body Heav'n will only here intrust Yet will his Fame immortalize his Dust Epitaph 3. WEep weep no more like those that vainly deem 'T is loss to dye when to dye well is gain The Glories of this World are but a Dream And all its guilded Pleasures only pain Epitaph 4. HIS Name shall live his Works do speak his Fame Rescu'd from Time they shall his Worth proclaim Fame shall his Voucher to all Ages be Fame that makes half the Orb of round Eternitie Shall hug him close and never let him dye The most exact Collection of choice SONGS upon sundry occasions as they are Sung in Court City and Country To the newest most delightful Tunes c. The Lover's Happiness A new Song 1. ALL joy to Mortals Joy and Mirth Eternal Joys we sing The God of Love descends to Earth His Darts have lost their sting The Youth shall now complain no more On Sylva's needless scorn But the shall love if he adore And melt when he do's burn 2. The Nymph no longer shall be shy But leave the Jilting Road And Daphne now no more shall fly The wounded panting God But all shall be sereen and fair No sad Complaints of Love Shall fill the gentle whispering Air No Echoing sighs the Grove 3. Beneath the Shades young Strephon lyes Of all his Wish possest Gazing on Sylva's charming Eyes Whose Soul is there confest