old Rodorigo had I a hundred â—earts I should want room to entertain his love â—nd the others hate Eug. I could say as much were 't not sin to slanâ—er the dead Miserable wenches how have we â—ffended our fathers that they should make us the â—rice of their dotage the medicines of their griefs â—hat have more need of Physick our selves I thank â—â—y dead mother that left me a womans will in her â—ast Testament that 's all the weapons we poor Gyrles can use and with that will I fight against â—ather friends and kindred and either injoy Foâ—o â—osco or die in the field in 's quarrel Flav. You are happy that can withstand your â—ortune with so merry a resolution Eug. Why should I twine my armes to cables â—â—t up all night like a watching Candle and distill â—â—y brains through my eye-lids Your brother loves me and I love your brother and where these two consent I would fain see a third could hinder us Fla. Alas our sex is most wretched no sooner born â—ut nurs'd up from our Infancy in continual slaveâ—â—y no sooner able to pray for our selves but they braile and hud us so with sowre awe of parents that we dare not offer to bate our desires and whereas it becomes men to vent their amorous passions at their pleasure we poor souls must rake up our affections in the ashes of a burnt heart not daring to sigh without excuse of the spleen or fit of the mother Eug. I will plainly profess my love 't is honest chaste and staines not modesty Shall I be married by my fathers compulsion to an old mandrake who is able to beget nothing but groanes a hunting-golding a faln pack-horse No no I 'll see him freeze to crystal first In other things good Father I am your most obedient daughter but in this a pure woman And in troth the temper of my blood tells me I was never born to so cold a misfortune my Genius whispers me in the car and sweares We shall injoy our Loves fear it not wench and so farewell good Elavia farewel farewel Fla. Farewel merry-hearted Eugenia Corvino a rustisk clowne complements with Beancha a Kitchin-maid Corv. HE that saies I am not in love he lies de cap a pe for I am Idle choicely neat in my cloathes valiant and exream witty my meditations are loaded with Metaphors Songs and Sonnets flow from me as fluently as Heigh gee not one shakes his tail but I â—igh out a passion thus do I to my mistress but â—las I kiss the dog and she kicks me I never see a wanton Filly but I say There goes Beancha nor a lusty strong Al 's but I remember my self and sit down to consider what a goodly race of Mules would inherit if she were willing onely I want atterance and that 's a main mark of love too Bean. Corvino What price bear Wheat and Saffron that your Band 's so stiff and yellow why Corvino not a word Prethee what business in Town how do all at Totnam Grown mute what do you bring from the Country Corv. There 't is now are my floud-gates drawn and I 'll surround her What have I brought sweet bit of beauty a hundred thousand salutations o' the elder house to your most Illustrious honour and worship Bean. To me these Titles is your basket full of nothing else Corv. Full of the fruits of love most resplendent Lady a present to your worthiness from your worships poor vassal Corvino Bean. My life on 't he scrap'd these Complements from his Cart the last load he carried to the City But what have you read Corvino that makes you grow thus eloquent why you talk nothing but warbling Rhapsodies Corv. Sweet Madam I read nothing but the lines of your Ladiships countenance and desire onely to kiss the skirts of your Garments if you vouchsafe me not the happiness of your white hands Bean. Come give me your basket and take it Cor. O sweet now will I never wash my mouth after nor breath but at my Nostrils lest I lose the taste of her fingers Beancha I must tell you a secret if you 'l make much on 't Bean. As it deserves what is' t Corv. I love you dear morsel of modesty I love and so truly that I 'll make you mistress of my thoughts Lady of my revenues and commit all my moveables into your hands that is I give you an arnest kiss in the high way of Matrimony Bean. This the end of all the business Corv. Is this the end of all this business most beautiful and most worthy to be most beautiful Lady Bean. Hence fool hence farewel Coâ—idon Corv. Why now she knowes my business she put up the fruit in her lap and threw away the basket 't is a plain signe she abhors the words and embraces the meaning O lips no lips but leaves besmear'd with Mildew O dew no dew but drops of Honey-combs 'T is a rare morsel of dripping O how happy shall I be to recreate my chine with her I 'll follow her were I sure to be basted with Salt and Vinegar A Citizens wife in love with a Suburb-Gentleman confers with a Curtizan how to obtain his love and yet not purchase her husbands discontent Their names suppose to be ARMELINA and DECOY Arme. FAin would I meet the Gentleman Dec. Pish Faine would you meet him why do you not take the course Arme. The means is easily resolv'd what thinkst thou Dec. Thus meet him at Mr. Strouds house the Phenix there 's a Gossips feast to morrow-night Arme. O but my husbands Jealous Eyes Dec. When husbands in their rank'st suspitions dwell Then 't is our best art to dissemble Well Put but these notes in use that I 'll direct you He 'll curse himself that ere he did suspect you Perhaps he will sollicite you as in tryal To visite such and such still give denial Let no Perswasions sway you they are but fetches Set to betray you Jealousies slignts and reaches Seem in his sight to endure the sight of no man Put by all kisses till you kiss in common Neglect all entertainment if he bring in Strangers keep you your Chamber be not seen If he chance steal upon you let him find Some book lie open ' gainst an unchast mind Manage these principles but with art and life Welcome all Nations thou' rt an honest wife Arme. Here Lady convey my heart unto him in this Jewel against you see me next you shall perceive I have profited in the mean season tell him I am a Prisoner yet on the Masters side my husbands Jealousie that masters him as he doth master me and as a Keeper that locks Prisoners up is himself prison'd under in his owne key Even so my husband in restraining me With the same ward bais his own liberty Dec. I 'll tell him how you wisht it and I 'll weare My wits to nothing but these clouds shall cleare A young Citizen Courting his Neighbours daughter Their
do testifie the least unto me and that by reason of my affection but I chuse rather to be little obedient to them to be the more faithful to you Live you then in this assurance if you will not that I die and become assured likewise that my life shall sooner be extinct then that fair flame that dayly does consume it Divine Mistress your humble creature happy to serve you A. S. A Maid or Widow having afforded her Suiter a final answer perhaps contemned and affronted him may upon change of thoughts seek toregain his love thus Worthy Sir IF there be no greater Cor'sive unto the mind of one then that which forceth us despight of our selves to seek to those whom we have before and that without just cause notoriously offended then certainly am I the most wretched creature living for as now there is no means left for me to escape from ruine but onely by thy help sweet friend alone who hast more reason to wish my overthrow then my good fortune or health any way at all in that thou hast found such extream and barbarous discourtefie in me Nevertheless if thygenerous and gentle mind cannot feel this injury done unto thee by a silly Maid then I beseech thee think no more upon my offence but burying it deep under thy feet do that for my sake which the bearer hereof shall make thee privy to and then shalt thou quickly perceive what great satisfaction I will make thee for my fault committed granting unto thee that which thou shalt most desire Give credit unto this Messenger assuring thy self that I am Thine most obliged M. L. A Captain Colonel or common Souldier falling in love with some gentlewoman thus manifests his passions Fair gentlewoman IF it be an irrevocable doom that men be they never so valiant or couragious shall be subject unto a braver and more livelier force then their owne I hope you will not marvel overmuch that I humbly yeild to your divine graces and as a captive your to beauty prostrate my self a prisoner at your feet But as mortal men deserve no countenance from the heavens until they have by many proofs testified their faithful and dutious service towards them so I will not presume to importune you to affect me at all much less to yeild me any guerdon for my paines until that by my dutious service I show my self in some part worthy your gratious smiles Mine onely request to you is that it would please you to have me in your lively remembrance and not to entertaine another as your loyal Servant before you shall have just occasion to discard and give me over for as no doubt it will be little pleasing unto you hereafter to repent you that you have made a worse choice then of my self so it will be far more bitter unto me then a most desperate death to be discharged from serving her whom I love more then my owne heart and cherish more then my owne life yea then my owne soul which is now wholly yours seeing that he that is the owner of the same is the inviolable slave to your incomparable self A. R. LETTERS in Verse With other curious Conceits and fine Fancies To the Reader Behold Apollo doth invite thee Yet a third time to delight thee A pleasant Tempe planted well With Flowers of odoriferous smell In the midst whereof do chill Aganippe waters drill The Muses whose sweet melody Drawes Jove down from the arched Sky Charm Pluto's self and all the Fiends To heaven climbes to hell descends Hand in hand now in a Ring Invite thee for to hear them sing Enter and take thy free delight And ' cause perhaps thy Appetite Cannot with one dish sated be I give thee here Varietie The Lover being forced from his Mistress presence Mistress BAnisht from you I charg'd the nimble wind My unseen messenger to speak my mind In am'rous whispers to you but my Muse Lest the unruly spirit should abuse The trust repos'd in him said it was due To her alone to sing my love to you Hear her then speak bright Lady from whose eye Shot lightning to his heart who joys to dye A Martyr in your flames O let your love Be great and firm as his then nought shall move Your setled faiths that both may grow together Or if by Fate divided both may wither Be constant as y' are faire for I foresee A glorious Triumph waits o' th' victorie Your love will purchase shewing us to prize A true content there onely love hath eyes Divine Lady yours more then his owne c. The Lover being anxious of his Mistress constancy Faire SWeet if you like and love me still And yeild me love for my good will And do not from your promise start When your fair hand gave me your heart If dear to you I be As you are dear to me Then your I am and will be ever Nor time nor place my love shall sever But faithful still I will persever Like the constant marble-stone Loving but you alone But if you favour more then me Who loves thee still and none but thee If others do the harvest gaine That 's due to me for all my paine If that you love to range And often for to change Then get you some new-fangled mate My doating love shall turne to hate Esteeming you though too too late Not worth a pebble-stone Loving not me alone The Lover being transported in his fancy complements in an high stile with his Mistress FOrsake with me the earth my fair And travel nimbly through the aire Till we have reacht th' admiring skies Then lend sight to those heav'nly eyes Which blind themselves make creatures see And taking view of all When we Shall find a pure and glorious sphere We 'll fix like stars for ever there Nor will we still each other view We 'll gaze on lesser stars then you See how by their weak influence they The strongest of mens actions sway In an inferiour orbe below We 'll see Calipso loosely throw Her hair abroad as she did weare The self-same beauty in a Beare As when she a cold Virgin stood And yet inflam'd Joves lustful blood Then look on Leda whose faire beams By their reflection gild those streams Where first unhappy she began To play the wanton with a Swan If each of these loose beauties are Transform'd to a more beautious star By the adulterous lust of Jove Why should not we by purer love Life of my life a devoted servant to your excellent perfections c. Dearest Let one griefe harme us Let one joy fill us Let one love warme us Let one death kill us A Maid or widow returnes this merry answer to her hot Lover whom she affect not I See thee gentle Franke most merry Though firm thy faith and sound as berry Love gave me joy and fortune gave it As my desire could wish to have it What didst thou wish tell me sweet lover Whereby thou mightst such joy recover
dost give no birth Yet with them both thou dost support thine arms Lyons we have not as in other parts But we have men with Beares and Lyons hearts A Song FOolish I why should I grieve To sustaine what others feel What suppose frail women leave Those they lov'd should I conceal Comforts rest From my brest For a fickle brittle woman No no no Let her go Such as these be true to no man 2. Long retired hast thou been Sighing to the barren Rocks Nor by sheep nor Shepherd seen Now returne unto thy flocks For shame away Do not stay With these moving loving women They remove From their love Such as these do oft undo men ODES ODE I. A Dialogue between a Lover and his Mistress Lov. HEnce loose alluring looks no more of love No more thy seeming vertues shall deceive Mis I know my dearest speaks but this to prove me How well I love thou thinkst it doth not grieve me Lov. Thy beauty was a bait to draw mine eye Mis And with thy look my heart was set on fire Lov. I thought to find a suiting soul in thee Mis Thy love 's the I mit that bounds my desire Lo. Thy loosness makes my love's date now expire Mis Where then thy vowes Lov. Gone with thy seeming worth Mis And made to me Lov. no vertue brought them forth Which failing now no fewel feeds my fire Mis My heart 's the harbour where thy hopes must stay Lov. The ground not good the Anchor draws away ODE 2. Adrastus Clariana Adrastus Dost not thou Clariana read Am'rous volumes in my eyes Doth not every motion plead What I 'd show and yet disguise Senses act each others part Eyes as tongues reveal the heart Clariana I saw love as lightning break From thy eyes and was content Oft to hear thy silence speak Silent love is eloquent So the sense of learning hears The dumb musick of the sphears Adrastus Then there 's mercy in your kind Listning to an unfeign'd love Or strives he to tame the wind Who would your compassion move No y' are pitious as y' are fair Heaven relents o'recome by pray'r Clariana But loose man's too prodigal In the expence of vowes And thinks to him kingdoms fall When the heart of women bowes Frailty to your armes may yeild Who resists you win the field Adrastus Triumph not to see me bleed Let the Bore chas'd from his den On the wounds of mankind feed Your soft Sex should pity men Malice well may practise art Love hath a transparent heart Clariana Yet is love all one deceit A warm frost a frozen fire She within her selfis great Who is slave to no desire Let youth act and age advise And then love may find his eyes Adrastus Hymen's Torch yeilds a dim light When ambition joynes our hands A proud day but mournful night She sustaines who marries lands Wealth slaves man but for their ore The Indians had been free though poor Clariana And yet wealth the fuel is Which maintaines the Nuptial fire And in honour there is bliss They are immortal who aspire But Truth saies No joyes are sweet But where united hearts do meet Adrastus Roses breath not such a sent To persume the neighb'ring groves As when you affirm content In no spheare of glory moves Glory narrow souls combines Noble hearts love onely joynes ODE 3. A Lover expecting his Mistress presence BRight dew which dost the field adorn As the earth to welcome in the morn Would hang a jewel on each corn Did not the pitious night whose eares Have oft been conscious of my feares Distil you from her eyes as teares Or that my Mistress for your zeal When she her beauties shall reveal Might you to Diamonds congeal If not your pity yet howere Your care I praise ' gainst she appear To make the wealthy Indies here But see shee comes bright lamp o' th' skie Put out thy light the world shall spie A fairer Sun in either eye And liquid pearl hang heavy now On every grass that it may bow In veneration of her brow Yet if the wind should curious be And were I here should question thee He 's full of whispers speak not me But if the busie teltale day Our happy enterview betray Lest thou confess too melt away ODE 4. 1. I Can love and love entirely And can prove a constant friend But I must be lov'd as dearly And as truly to the end For her love no sooner slaketh But my fancy farewell taketh 2. I cannot indure delaying I must have her quickly won Be she nice though not denaying By her leave I then have don For I am not yet at leasure To wait for a doubtful pleasure 3 With beauty I will not be blinded Yet I will none foul affect With wealth I will not be winded If in behaviour be defect Beauty stamed such love dieth Wealth decayed such love flieth 4 Gifts do good yet he is silly That therein expendeth store If he win not tell me will he Not be meerly mockt therefore It is better to be keeping Then to sow not sure of reaping 5 Be she rich and fair and gained If I sickleness do find My desires are quickly wained I can steer with other wind For vertue I have vow'd to chuse her When that failes I will refuse her A Riddle WHat * Bythebird ones thought is understood which flies with such swiftness that it is not seen of any but conjectured known by the outward signes and gestures of body Bird is that so light Her place that never changeth She flies by day and night In all the world she rangeth Over the Sea at once she flies Mounting above the lofty skies She 's never seen by eyes And who doth seek to show her Hath been accounted wise Yet sometimes we do know her Onely the walls by viewing well Of her close house where she doth dwel Another NOr life nor vertue have * The corne which being sown in the earth and seeming dead casteth forth a green blade and in time groweth to be ripe in despight of all stormes and foul weather It nourishetch mankind and therefore is honoured by them as a father I lest I dye I borrow of my buried Trunk chiefe strength Though I am dead ore time yet triumph I Ore time that every thing consumes at length What 's dead disdained is yet all afford Me honour and their chiefe preserver name All men may rightly call me their best Lord Since without me the world they can't maintain Yet though so much good doth from me proceed Yet thankless worldlings do not stick at all To cut me off in summer with great speed And beat me into little powder small Yet had I rather cruelly thus perish Then fail with my best strength mortals to cherish Poesies for Rings THou art my star Be not irregular Without thy love I backward move Thine eyes so bright Are my chiefe light This intimates True Lovers states My life is done When thou
She strait and tall her tresses trail'd to ground Amaz'd I stood thinking my Dear had been Turn'd Goddess ev'ry sense to Sight was gone With bashful blush she fled I once be'ng seen Left me transformed almost into stone Yet did I wish so ever t' have remained Had she but stay'd and I my sight retained Song 27. The Insatiate Lover AS soon may water wipe me dry And fire my heat allay As you with favour of your eye Make hot desire decay The more I have The more I crave The more I crave the more desire As piles of wood increase the fire The Authors conclusion REst good my Muse and give me leave to rest We stive in vain Conceal thy skill within thy sacred brest Though to thy pain The honour great which Poets wont to have With worthy deeds lye in oblivions grave Each man will hide his name Thereby to hide his shame And silence is the praise their vertues crave 2. To praise is flattery malice to dispraise Hard is the choice What cause is left for thee my Muse to raise Thy heavenly voice Delight thy self on sweet Pernassus hill And for a better time reserve thy skill There let thy silver sound From Cyrrha-wood rebound And all the vale with pleasing musick fill 3. Then shall those fools that now preser each Rime Before thy skill With hand and foot in vaine assay to clime Thy sacred hill There shalt thou sit and scorne them with disdain To see their fruitless labour all in vain And they shall fret with spight To see thy glory bright And know themselves thereto cannot attain EMBLEMATICAL FANTASTICKS More emphatical and numerous then all ever yet printed To the Reader Search thou all upon earths Lee Heelme and ride the Astrolobe Such Fancies here I hold to view Can nowhere else be seen by u. 2 2 1 is oddes i c 6 2 6 most even b. 1 2 2 and 2 2 6 At Barly-break may play fine tricks 2 2 6 and 6 2 1 May b in hell when u are gone Dis-joy'd can't be If Love do say Amen I c. For where love mutually There the Affections bb Put in thy Or pay 't is no To strive for u were drunk to day Thus 't is with to play be his good luck Well branched such as wears Whose staring ever b Upon The Crest of Cuckoldry A yâ—llow field a pair of horns a key is Musick I would wish A Carp me thinks is finest and a And good Canary for my money U Drawer wash the So that each man may see When he looks on them Next bring hither Tobacco and together Beneath 2 lovers sat from heaven pointed at U must imagine none But would have run 't is 10 2 1. But them I sit still dally 1000 kisses on the Tally They carv'd and rose up Meaning to drink a spiced No or or can thwart Those are slue'd by Cupids What that flies in heav'ns Whose chirps not Loves melody A Song A Shepherd sat beneath Quoth he My fears and doubts B Lest Cupid with his and Should freshly wound my wounded Why should the lustre of or prevail That I must doat to my disgrace While Cupid doth my force assail His his his His lay broken at his feet The that on the trees did wag In mournful quires did sing full sweet No nor durst there appear Sylvanus did command them thence No saucie Huntsman durst come there To chase the from their residence The gods by their almighty power For this sweet Shepherd kept this Bower O Why should u so captious b No fault I would have lovers c In their beloveds Those 2 nice Me thinks are still yy Question GOod Sir how came you lose your Answer With walking in those mists arose In Pric-ardy Question Indeed 't is true The French many makes to rue Whenas thy once go down Hold fast thy upon thy Answer No matter 't is but a French Jig And I can buy untwin'd can't b. make 1 i c. r great brags deeds or can he be True 2 1 hath broke with 3 He 's knavish yy and ne'er was true Besides in means he doubles u. An l of Pudding can't suffize His gut that is of III size Ever in a wand'ring Maze Are those that do on Beautie gaze Still perplexed full of Feares Their houres are months their months are yeares Lovers see more wonders then Mad-men when they are alone If once possest fourty to ten If love leav them til life is gone Round about all in a Ring A Lovers Obiit set us sing Strow red Roses Lillies Fine The Hyacinth and Iassamine Bring green Tyme and Eglansine yea and Vervain most Divine about about With nimble pace While This holy Ground We Trace lo Peans sing we all To Cupids bow Aethâ—â—â—â— Broken sleeps tormenting nights Such as Death it self affrights Leanness roving idle praises Curses blessings strange Fantasies Fevers Agues and Despair First built Loves Castle in the Air. Foolish Mortals do not post To enter here unto your cost Cupid's Messengers will come DESIRE and INCLINATION You need not fear Will bring you here To taste those Ills That thousands kills Force not your selves Yee foolish Elves To dote Upon a Note is sung By her is yong For know one time or other you shall prove Maugre your wills there is a god of love Additional amorous Discourses Poems Dialogues Letters c. A Young Gentleman being taken with the love of a Lady thus accosteth her Suppose the name to be FORTUNATUS and ADRASTINA For. ALl hail thou model of divine perfections may all the blessings heavens can send to mortals showre down upon your head Vouchsafe to cast one favourable look upon a creature wholly devoted to your service and let not rigour steer your actions to play the tyrant over him whose heart is vow'd a Sacrifice to your love Adrast Pardon Sir a womans weakness if she take the boldness to say her shallow capacity cannot apprehend the height of your Oratory yet must I render thanks for your wishes and wish that I could be so thankful as to meet you in an equal affection but since affection cannot be forced you must pardon me if I say I cannot love Fortu. Not love heavens forbid that so great cruelty should reside in so divinely faire a creatrue Let not such harsh speeches proceed from so sweet a mouth unless it be out of a Maiden bashfulness whose very strongest negatives do but affirm a grant such I both hope and wish is your denial Adrast I must confess Sir your thoughts I cannot hinder yet would I gladly perswade you to believe the truth that my denial is unfeigned however I shall willingly submit my weaker judgment to the government of your better understanding Fortu. Divinest Lady to whose beauty I am be holding for whatever I have since you have been pleased to honour me with so high a title as is that of your governour give me leave to command but alas 't is impossible or
And th'row great hardships makes an easie way Epigram in eundem LOve like a clouded star does shine most bright Where somewhat cover'd by misfortunes night In praise of his Mistress 1. I Have a Mistress for perfections rare In all men's eyes but in my thoughts most fair She is a model of divine perfections Fortunes darling Natures wonder She is the sweetest of all sweet complexions And of future joys the founder In whose sweet looks are blessings three Beauty and Love and Modestie 2. Of all her sex she is the onely splendor And an ornament to Fame For they are few can equal praises render To her more-then-matchless frame Whhm if the Trojan Paris had but seen Beauty had had no other Queen 3. She is the onely Jewel I desire I can but wonder at her beauty She is the noble Lady I admire To whom I owe submissive duty Her modest comely shape it so exceeds That to her sweetest Roses seem but weeds Fair'st to your praise I dare affirm and tell Some may come nigh few match but none excell Epigram in Amorem O Heav'nly Love that canst without controul In such a happie wo involve my soul Who tells me that Love wo no 't is a stem Branching from Heav'ns Imperial Diadem A roll of faults the great * Tevent Comoedian brings And says they are the meanest of Loves stings The * Ovid. alii Jove Poet sings the Deity of Love And its descent brings down from mighty Which shall I credit for they disagree The Poets sung his divine Pedigree Then all confess with me infer hence even All 's throughly good that does come down from heaven Though * Viz. Love thou wert fatal yet I still would cry If Love be death then let me ever die To his Mistress Fidelia SHall I court Beauty of the richest dye In fixing dimness on the clearest eye Making spectators proud if but one glance Or smile from it do on them wondering chance Then blame me not for my Fidelia's fair Her beauty never sully'd by bold air Shall I court riches and account my self Well match'd if wedded but to worldly pelf Cease Envie then and henceforth blame not me For why Fidelia is too rich for me Shall I seek noble birth and think 't a grace To match my self with one of noble race Hoping to be esteem'd ' cause men may see The empty boast of a long Pedigree Then come Fidelia for we will enlarge A Muster-roll more lasting with less charge Shall I court one that 's chaste who is as free From all black deeds as purest Lilies be From spots before that ruder hands do smutch Their unstain'd beauty with a sordid touch Such is Fidelia whom the Tuâ—tle-dove Alone resembles in her chastest love Shall I court Verrue and account her best To be accepted as my constant guest Come then Fidelia thou most blessed soul Who dost all vertues in thy self inroul who 'll blame me now Fidelia's fair chaste good Possest of riches come of noble blood And now Fidelia do'n't you think that I Have said ought here that may be thought too high Nor think I flatter pray for if you be Such to none else by y' are to me A SONG His Mistress sad and grieved 1. CAn any see my Mistress frown And yet not with her be cast down The Sun as mourning light withdrew Day clouds it self in sable hue I in her countenance did see How great a darkness soon would be 2. The grief that did my Love annoy Anticipates our next days joy The heav'ns with her are sad and cloud Their shining beauty in a cloud Distilling down themselves in rain That sorrow should such beauty stain 3. Can I be merry and she grieve Shall I mine eyes from tears reprieve Since melancholy has possest My onely Joy thy lovely brest Oh no! her sadness I can'n't see But with a loving sympathy 4. See how her tears bedew her cheeks Her sighs her inward sadness speaks How can my joys increase or grow Since you my Sun are clouded so Help Heav'ns to chear her or I die Her grief 's my endless misery A Song out of my History of F. and A. A Gentlewoman singing to her Lute sends forth this Ditty 1. IS not sweet Lute my chaste life best No foolish thoughts ever come neer My unpolluted maiden-brest That make me either doubt or fear Come then my Lute and help me with thy play To pass some trifling idle hours away 2. Poor silly souls guided amiss Into belief by Poets tales That such a thing as Cupid is Whose arrow level'd never fails But I my Lute am free help me to play With thy sweet notes some trifling hours away 3. Thus will I keep my Virginity Seeking to get no other mate Whereon my bale or joy shall ly Then thou my Lute who first my state Come then Companion help me with thy play To pass some trifling idle hours away Song 2. ex eadem 1. IN setters bound I freedom finde And though I am with cares opprest Yet have I now content in minde And am from troubles quite releast How can this be In Loves Gyves I am bound Yet joy and freedom in my love have found 2. Since Fortune then has rockt my sense Into a sleep which fancy pleases I will not seek to give offence To her who thus my torment eases But with a quiet silence will submit Enforced by Love's power unto it Song 3. ex eadem COme Philomel thou messenger of Spring Tune thy more pleasing notes and to us sing And of thy fellow-fingers get a Quire To chant such consorts as exceeds desire See! it is done heark how the pretty birds Set out their notes how freely they afford Their harmony which with delight our souls Into a sweet felicity inrouls See how the sportive windes with gentle gales On yond' bough kisses constantly entails And they as 't were with willing bendings meeting His persever'd and constant profer'd greeting Would you know why the birds so pleasant are Why windes and trees such love t' each other bear 'T is this That I should with a loving fear As they me teach know Adrastina's here Certain Complemental Letters and Forms both to begin and end all Epistles A Letter of Love IF I were to wish a titular happiness it should onely be now to know by what name of somewhat more then ordinary neerness I might tender my best respects and affection towards you but such is my unworthiness as hath no such power in any small proportion to be endeared to your goodness though of all other earthly things I most earnestly desire the accomplishment it would make me of now miserable to approach to some possibility of comfort I confess I love you first in your person whose feature merits beyond admiration secondly your vertuous worth and unparallell'd qualities rarely found in these giddy times both suting in a fit way to imparadise the possessor hath forced many to attempt the attaining and
me dead then live tormented in a sad suspence ignorant of my destinies Maid Sir could I frame my Virgine-thoughts to love they should be fix'd on you but I am so well content and setled in a Virgin life I cannot wish to change it Young man Alas fair maid Virg'nity is but a single good a happiness which like a Misers wealth is as from others so from your owne use lockt up and closely cabin'd since it admits no communication of its good When you shall in the state of marriage freely taste Natures choice pleasures you will repent you much you ere affected a single life Maid You have prevail'd receive me freely I am yours for ever Young man Let this kiss seal the contract The parting of two friends The first SIr I am infinitely sorry that my emergent business will not permit me yet longer to enjoy your company The second Sir you best know your owne occasions I shall not desire to detain you a minute longer then you may safely swear 't will prove no detriment unto your state The first You are noble in all your deportments and shall ingage me firmly if you 'll but please about to morrow this time to honour me with your person at my house The sec Sir I shall wait on you the hour you wish but with assured hope to find you no nonresident The first Else let me forfeit your fair friendship Farewell my worthy friend I shall expect you The second Except great Jove once more contract two nights in one to sport with his Alemena and Morpheus drive Sol's chariot I will not fail Much happiness wait on you Sir An humorous conceited fellow meeting an old but painted Gentlewoman Their names CACADROMO and Mistress FULSOME Cac. Save thee sweet parcel of paint you come from the Oyl shop now Ms. Fuls How Sirhah from whence Cac. Why from your scurvy face-physick I have met thee often in this angle of the City To behold thee not painted inclines somewhat near a miracle These in thy face were deep ruts and foul sloughs the last progress thou mad'st to thy suburb-bawd There was a Lady in France that having had the Small Pox flea'd the skin off her face to make it more level and where before she look'd like a Nutmeg-grater ever after she resembled an abortive hedge-hog Ms. Fuls You are a soolish knave do you call this painting Cac. No no but you call it carreening of an old morphew'd Lady to make her disimbogue again There 's rough-cast phrase to your plastique Farewell old crone of Cappadocia Ms. Fuls Now the curse of Cuckolds light upon thee A friend having brought one of his acquaintance home thus entertains him JULIO COSMO Jul. Sir I have too much intrencht upon your patience to bring you thus far for so poor a welcome Cos You have oblig'd my gratitude above thought your heart I see 's as fairly spacious as this your well-built richly surnisht fabrick I am too poor in Courtship to express how I accept this favour Jul. You abound in all perfections Please you sit and taste those homely cates my house affords which I present unto you with as awful love as mortals offer incense to the Deities Cosm You prompt me what to say Sir those words transvers'd would better fit my utterance Jul. Pray Sir let this be but a formal entrance unto our future friendship I am oblig'd to you for many favours in the performance of which courtesies you have shown your self the legitimate son of your most worthy father aswell heire to his Vertues as his Lands Cosm Sir Challenge all my services as your owne command whatere is mine all my faculties shall be imployed to practise retribution Jul. Sir I thank you and shall be ever prest to gratifie your goodness Pray Sir eat how rellish you this Greekish wine Cosm 'T is pretious as the milk of Queens I have not dranke the like great Ottoman himself quaffs not a purer liquor Sir to our future amity Jul. I most cordially thank you My house was never furnisht untill now your presence makes me happy Cosm Sir You too much grace your servant Jul. Sir you want what I wish some choice dishes which would perswade you feed more freely Cosm Lucullus were he here himself could not repine at this repast I am no Gurmundizer nor yet am guilty of their ridiculous gestures who must have every bit sawc'd with this word Sir I beseech you eate and rise as hungry but more fooles by far then when they sat down Jul. You are in all respects your self Sir But 'faith since we 're so opportunely met let us not part so coolly Though my owne wine be good the mischiefe is I have no bush hangs at my door no linen aprons to squeak Anon Sir the name of Tavern adds to our desires Me thinks absurdities dance round about me when I drink healths at home Cos Sir Bacchus will reward you for your courtesie entail'd unto his Priest My service waits upon you Two Gentlemen acquaintance meet in the streets VALASCO PEDRO Ped. MY dear friend Valasce now in the name of good fellowship what hath been the impediment that hath hindered you from visiting me these many weeks I hope you are not turn'd Stoick nor in love with Cato's beard or Diogenes his Tub. Are the Table-books Bowling-allies and Taverns now grown useless Thou wert a Courtier when there was a Court. I hope these dog-daies are not so dangerous but we may sport and quaff with Imitation and deal for wholesome flesh without being at the charges to disburse to Panders and Porters for a cloudy conveyance to our owne lodgings Vala. Sir You are mightily mistaken if you conceit I am one of Chrysippus Scholars Aristippus I will allow to be my Master These froward times cannot transmigrate an Anchorites soul into my brest no I retaine my merry temper still I throw Size-ace till I lose to my shirt bowle away Crownes as Counters not give ore till my pockets look like the picture of famine leane and empty and I walk after the bowles with my hands behind me to denounce who plaies fairest not daring to bet there 's a rub you 'll say I am still the same I was when you saw me last in feature gesture demeanour and all other appurtenances onely my will is not to you as formerly I must tell you Pedro that you have forfeited the name of a friend and by all my hopes were it not that the thought of our former amity supprest those flames of fury in my brest I now should kill thee Ped. Valasco I know you think I am so much a man as not to fear your worst of anger were you Alcides second and grasp'd Joves thunder bolt much less with supple hams and suppliant hands to creep to you and beg your absolution Had I been guilty of that breach of friendship which you unkindly do suggest I would maintaine and justifie my error maugre your sword or buckler But how
Sir have I wrong'd you Vala. The Blade Don Bombo two hours since I met who told me eight daies ago you and he supt together at your Mistress Scorpiona's lodging where in discourse what truely-noble sparks the Inns of Court now yeilded he rankt me ' mongst the rest but you with scornes and taunts before your Mistress proclaim'd me nothing worth a man of a dull sense onely a valiant voice with many other most unfriendly terms so base I hate to name them Ped. Now by the Gods Valasco that Rogue Don Bombo hath abus'd us both thee by a false slanderous information me But I 'll not stand to talk I 'll make cutworks in the villaines skin and slice his throat so wide next time he drinks his mornings draught he shall go near to spil his liquor he shall confess before you or else under his hand recant this lye and eke record himself a branded Rascal Will that atone you and renew our loves Val. I have ever harboured noble thoughts of you and shall esteem your friendship ever pretious worthy the acceptance of a Deity Chastise this Rascal till he cries peccavi and like to broken bones which distocated by some unhappy accident set by a skilful hand unite more firm then ever our friendship shall take birth anew we 'll be another Pilades and Orestes Ped. No more of this my deeds shall speak my real thoughts let 's to the Tavern Bully and there o're full-crown'd cups joyn our right hands Ho Coach-man hurry us in thy four-wheel'd pouch to that Argolian Bachanalian Clifton who keeps the golden Fleece securely safe yet hangs it as a signe even at his door His marble vault alone includes Nepenthe the Coâ—sick-grape is onely his Away away Two Merchants on the Exchange Mr. Main Mast and Mr. Topsaile Main mast MR. Topsaile your best wishes â—nviron you you see I keep my word Top. Good faith I saw you not All happiness wait on you sweet Mr. Main Mast you are a strict observer of your time Mainmast I ever was so Sir Time's an old cross-penny father and must be waited on obsequiously he fl es ye else But what 's the news from Neptune's Sea how goes things in the great and watry world are your ships rib'd with riches is Aeolus propitious to your Vowes his bag-cheek'd Boys not too robustious Ha I 'm sure I find a great decay of Trade Tritons attended by a crew of Sword-fishes are turn'd most desperate Pirates no traffick no commerce with forraigne Nations Alas that ere I liv'd to see this day Top. Had I had the sage Vlysses power for to seclude all windes from Seas save Zephyrus my forraigne trade could not have been more prosperous then till within these few years but now 't is true with storms on land perpetual gusts at Sea shake all commerce to nothing yet I bear up still and as my name Top and Top-gallant like I plow on Neptune and returne safely home with all my purchases Cesars motto's mine man next him I sure shall be recorded t' have been dame Fortunes onely favourite Veni with English wares I did arrive in Spaine Vidi I had a rich return Vici I came home with a merry wind Tityre tu patule quae nunc non est narrandi locus Mainmast Learned Mr. Topsaile the Gods o' the seas befriend you marvellously Top. I 'm much bound indeed to the old blue-beard Neptunus to his Sons the Trytons his Daughters the Mermaids and his couzens the Whales But no more of this many words will not fill a mans belly should we talk this two hours there would be little use of a pick-tooth My much-honour'd friend Mr. Mainmast shall I be so happifi'd this night as to injoy your company at the carving out of a Shoulder of Mutton cutting up of a paire of Coneys and carbonadoing of a cold Capon Mainmast Sir you shall command the exercise of my teeth and the silence of my tongue I 'll wait on you Sir Tops O Sir you teach me what to say I am your humble ereature and very happy in the society of so worthy a friend Nay Sir let me alone for complements if I set upon 't Come good Mr. Mainmast The Wooer sending his Mistress a pair of white-frin'gd Gloves WHen on your whiter hands these Gloves you draw Remember Cupid and his spotless law Mortals do wrong him much with sly pretence And when they love they Doctors do commence In Cunning's colledge whenas love is free There is no craft in perfect amity These are fring'd round Phylacteries were good Till by the Pharisees dy'd deep in blood The colour which Narcissus took when he Converted to a Daffadil here see Which Hieroglyphically seems to tell In hating me you love your self too well How happy are these skins that may at pleasure Kiss your faire hands and rifle all loves treasure But these must be compell'd that thing to do For which I sigh and pray and weep and woo But know bright faire one when my taske is don You shall not need like these to draw me on Complemental LETTERS Fitted to all Humours and Inclinations useful and delightful To the Intelligent Reader Cupid here hath taken wing Larke-like to the heavens doth sing Peneian Daphne here displaies Her armes and shrouds him with her bayes A vast pile of Sabean gums Smocking with fat Hecatoms Thou mayst behold and cheare thy sense With choice Idalian frankincense Harmonious ecchoes do invite Thee to attention and delight If Humours do not Judgement blind A Zoylus I 'll not fear to find One of a law and humble birth falling in love with some great Lady thus presents his service Gratious Madam YOu are a Lady in whom consists all that heaven hath rais'd to perfection I am too poor to enjoy so great a Treasure and shall be ever till I grow immortal which alone rests in your power to make me 'T is not your birth or fortune that I court heavens witness with me for had you been an humble shepherdess and I a Monarch this love had been ' cause 't was decreed by Fate When I first saw you methought my soul was forc'd to obey a Trance and as a Vision my amazed sight heheld you The revolution of those Star-like eies deserves a new Astronomy to contemplate it I know I catch at a Star and attempt to fathome Clouds but it is not that thing call'd danger that can affright me Were you inclos'd with rocks of marble whose lofty tops knew no distance betwixt the Skies and them I would with winged speed seale those aspiring Walls and in despite of all that durst detaine you bear you in my arms beyond the reach of danger You have been pleased bright Anaxerete to smile upon your poor Iphis the radiant lustre of your eyes hath exhal'd those dull and foggy vapours that clogg'd my soul with the contemplation of my great unworthiness O continue those soul-reviving beams since without their comfortable influence I must
To love where love should be inspired Since there 's no more to be desired In this great glory and great gladness Thinkst thou to have no touch of sadness Good fortune gave me not such glory To mock my love or make me sory If my firm love I were denying Tell me with sighs wouldst thou bedying Those words in jest to hear thee speaking For very griefe my heart is breaking Yet wouldst thou change I pray thee tell me In seeing one that doth excell me O no for how canst thou aspire To more then to thy owne desire Such great affection thou dost bear me As by thy words thou seemst to swear me Of thy desert to which a Debter I am thou maist demand this better Sometimes me thinks that I should swear it Sometimes me thinks thou shouldst not hear it Onely in this the pip doth greive me And thy desire not to believe me Sir yours very dubiously affectionated not to be cammanded or waited on by you c. The Lover being discontented at the absence of his Mistress he being in the City she in the Countrcy Dearest THe lesser people of the aire conspire to kep thee from mee Philomel with higher And sweeter notes wooes thee to weep her rape Which would appease the gods change her shape The early Larke preferring for soft rest Obsequious duty leaves his downy nest And doth to thee harmonious duty pay expecting from thy eyes the break of day From which the Owle is frighted and doth rove As never having felt the warmth of love In uncouth vaults and the chill shades of night Not ' biding the great lustre of thy sight With him my Fate agrees not viewing thee I 'm lost in mists at best but Meteors see Soul of sweetness thy humble creature c. The Lover angry at his Mistress unsufferable contempt may if he will thus vent himself in an invective manner Scornful Tit SInce just disdaine began to rise And cry revenge for spiteful wrong What once I prais'd I now despise And think my love was all too long I tread to durt that scornful pride Which in thy looks I have descride Thy beauty is a painted skin For fooles to see their faces in Thy eyes that some as stars esteeme From whence themselves they say take light Like to the foolish fire I deeme That leads men to their death by night Thy Words and Oaths are light as wind And yet far lighter is thy mind Thy friendship is a broken reed And thou a gigling maukes indeed My owne and can command my self H. D The Lover betwixt hope and despaire to attaine his Mistress love she telling him she hath vowed never to marry Dearest mistress EVen as my hand my pen to paper laies My trembling hand my pen from paper staies Lest that thine eys which shining made me love you Should frowning on my suit bid cease to love you So that my nurfing murth'ring pen affords A grave a cradle to my new-born words But whilst like clouds tofs'd up and down by aire I wracked hang 'twixt hope and sad despaire Dispaire is beaten vanquisht from the feild And unto conqu'ring hope my heart doth yeild If of my eyes you also could bereave me As you already of my heart deceive me Or could shut up my ravisht ears through which You likewise did my inchanted heart bewitch To root out love all means you can invent Were all but labour lost and time ill spent For as these sparks being spent which fire procure The fire doth brightly burning still indure Though absent so your sparkling eyes remove My heart still burnes in endless flames of love Then strive not gainst the stream to no effect But let due love yeild love a due respect Nor seek to ruine what your self begun Or loose a knot that cannot be undon Why were you fair to be sought of so many If you live chaste not to be lov'd by any For if that Nature love to Beauty offers And Beauty shun the love that Nature proffers Then either unjust Beauty is to blame With scorne to quench a lawful kindled flame Or else unlawfully if love we must And be unlov'd then Nature is unjust A marble heart under an amorous look Is of a flattering bait the murth'ring hook For from a Ladies shining frowning eyes Death's sable dart with Cupids arrow flies Since then from chastity and beauty spring Such various streams where each a bide as kin Let Tyrant Chastitie's usurped throne Be made the seat of beauties grace alone And let your beauty be with this suffis'd That my heart's City is by it surpriz'd Raze not my heart nor to your beauty raise Blood-gilded Trophies of your beauties praise For wisest Conquerours do Towns desire On honourable tearmes and not with fire Cruel faire one thy bleeding servant T. P. The Lover having word brought him of his Mistress departure Dearest I Am engag'd to sortow and my heart Feels a distracted rage Though you depart And leave me to my feares let love in spight Of absence our divided souls unite But you must go the me lancholy Doves Draw Venus chariot hence the sportive loves That wont to wanton here hence with you flie And like false friends forsake me when I die For but a walking Tombe what can he bee Whose best of life is sorc'd to part with thee Bright Goddess your humble admirer The Lover absent from his Mistress beyond the Seas sollicites her thus My dearest Mistress STar of my life if these sad lines do hap The raging fury of the Sea to scape O let your hand then be their blessed Port From whence they may unto your cies resort Fountain of bliss yet well-spring of my wo O would I might not justly tearm you so My dearest dear behold the portraicture Of him that doth all kind of woes indure Of him whose head is made a hive of woes Whose swarming number dayly greater grows Of him whose senses like a rack are bent With divers motions my poor heart to rent Whose mind a mirrour is which onely shows The ugly image of my present woes Whose memory 's a poyson'd knife to teare The ever-bleeding wound my brest doth bear And that poor heart so faithful constant true That onely loves and serves and honours you Is like a feeble Ship which toine and rent The mast of hope being broke and tackling spent Reason the Pilot dead the stars obscured By which alone to sail it was inured No Port No Land no comfort once expected All hope of safety utterly neglected With dreadful terror tumbling up and down Visions uncertain waves to mountaines grown I must confess that when I do consider How ill alas how ill agree together So peerless beauty and so fierce a minde So hard an inside and so soft a rinde A heart so bloody and so white a brest Such proud disdain with so mild looks supprest And how my dear O would it had been never Accursed word O would it had been ever How once I say
your pastures and come neer me Come away you need not fear By my soul as I affect you I have nought that can infect you O then come Hear a tongue That in discord keeps a part With a wo-surcharged heart Ne'r was Swain on plain more loved Or could do more feats then I Yet one griefe hath now removed All my whilome Jollity All my layes be quite forgotten Sheep-hook broken pipe bag rotten O then come Hear a tongue That with flatt'ring speech doth call To take long farewel of all I am not as once I was When my Chloris first did suite me Nor when that same red-hair'd Lass Fair Bellina did invite me To a garden there to play Cull kiss clip and toy all day O then come Hear a tongue That in wooing termes was flowing But through wo hath spoyl'd his wooing All I can or will desire you When my breath of life is spent That in love you would inter me For it will my soul content Near unto my Father herse And bestow some comely verse On my Tombe Then my tongue Shall throb out this last adieu Ne'r were truer Swain then you A Dialogue between two Lovers Question WEre ever chaste and honest hearts Expos'd unto so great distresses Answer Yes they that have the worthiest parts Most commonly have worst successes Great fortunes follow not the best It 's Vertue that is most distrest Then Fortune why do we admire The glory of thy great excesses Since by thee what men acquire Thy works and not their worths expresses Nor dost thou raise them for their good But t' have their ills more understood The Authors suit to Cupid I Will not love I love to rest Cupid is an ungentle guest Except without his weapon's he Will lodge in my tyr'd Phantasie Better stand the shock of thunder Which cleaves hardest Rocks in sunder Then oppose the sturdy blow When the blind Boy bends his Bow Prethee Cupid cease to smile 'T is a courtship base and vile To laugh and stab unto the heart I will praise thee and thy dart While at others thou dost throw it I love to hear on 't not to know it A Salyrical Description of Love LOve is of man the fatal rock On which his ship of ease doth knock And splits him with the sturdy shock He never yet felt any pain That hath not known the lovers vain Whose greatest griefe is greatest gain No Ill so nigh the heart doth sit As doth this fierce tormenting fit Death is more pleasing far then it Our souls with hope it doth torment Whilst nought but massacres are sent To dye is better far content Love then most cruel void of grace Ought to be curst in every place No God but Devil in this case The Changes Or all think not of love alike Worthi's hee the bright of day Who doth loyal love obey CVpid onely I do love Him I worship still above Happi's he that by the same Wisdome to himself doth gain Worthi's he the bright of day Who doth loyal love obey O how sweet is that warm fire Which our hearts heats with desire To our souls no sweetness is Halfe so dulcet as is this Worthi's he c. Blessed love without all crime Two souls pleaseth at one time Then doth love his lover right When his love he doth requite Worthi's he c. Of two souls he makes but one In two bodies all alone Love more happy cannot bee Then when we loving couples see Worthi's he c. Pleasure none upon the ground Like to love is to be found Pleasures pass as transitory Love doth still remain in glory Worthi's he c. The answer being a contradiction of the former assertion Worthy is he of dark night That in Cupid doth delight NOthing in this world can be Sweeter then our libertie Which love often takes away And then all our joyes decay Worthy is he of dark night That in Cupid doth delight Love doth never sorrow miss Who grieves male-contented is But love thus doth Lovers sting Doth not love then sorrow bring Worthi's he c. Who that soul hath ere seen eas'd Upon whom fierce love hath ceaz'd The Mistress and the Servant both Oft through love their lives do loath Worthi's he c. Gods from heaven have chas'd and sent This vile Boy us to torment Nor are we him to indure That such plagues doth us procure Worthi's he c. Then most wretched him I deem That of this blind Boy doth esteem Worser plague there 's not of Ills That consumes still yet ne'er kills Worthy is he of dark night That in Cupid takes delight A Farewel to Love To my most courteous Friend Mr. John Phillipson Love fare thee well live will I now Quiet amongst the green-wood bow ILl betide him that love seeks He shall live but with lean cheeks He that fondly falls in love A slave still to griefe shall prove Love fare thee well live will I now Quiet amongst the green-wood bow What an Ass and fool is he That may and yet will not go free I can love her that is fair But so as if I grasp'd the aire Love fare thee well c. I like not these Dames so smooth As would have men court and love For as constant I them find As the Sea is or the wind Love fare thee well c. Once I lov'd one that was kind But she did what pleas'd her mind Better 't is ne'r to be born Then live as anothers scorn Love fare thee well c. To lovers what good doth the Sun If by his beams they be undon Love 's as bitter as is Rue Blest are those that ne'er it knew Love fare thee well c. A fond Lover doth not merit Name or fame of man t' inherit Since he is foe to his own health And huggs diseases as his wealth Love fare thee well live will I now Quiet amongst the green-wood bow A Rhapsody Now must the Gods above And all the heavens that move Of my Mistress praises sing Such as through the earth may ring Now must we frame chaplets fine And with the Lawrel green combine The fruitful Olive that our haire May yeild a persume through the aire My Love maist thou alwaies flourish Although my self do die and perish To the same If nothing faire I see but what 's thy face If thy bright look is loadstone to my eyes If thy rare parts as blessings I embrace Have I not reason then in dutious wise Thy gracious self for to implore Since thee a Goddess I adore He that finds salve to cure him of his griefe By a fair hand of that shall he not make Account when he thereby may get reliefe Whereby his sickness from him he may shake The wounded Deer to herbs doth go Love wounds us love must cure our wo. So then in this my worse then captive state These lines I offer to thy deity Not doubting but though hapless be my fate I from my self shall find some remedy Of
art gone A double Poesie This hath no end My sweetest friend Our loves be so No ending know Poesies upon Bracelets AS love gives life to every part So this gives life unto my heart This chastly lies and lives with me Oh that I might do so with thee Another How might I triumph in my bliss If love were where my Bracelet is For then should love do no such harm To wring my heart but wreath my arm A wish Eies hide my love and do not show To any but to her my notes Who onely doth that cypher know Wherewith we pass our secret thoughts Belye your looks in others sight And wrong your selves to do her right Songs and Sonnets Song 1. TAke O take those lips away That so sweetly were forsworth And those eyes like break of day Lights that do mislead the morn But my kisses bring again Seals of love though seal'd in vain 2. Hide O hide those hills of snow Which thy frozen blossoms beares On whose tops the pinks that grow Are of those that April weares But first set my poor heart free bound in those joy-chaines by thee Song 2. O for a Bow I of rich Canary Fat Aristippus sparkling Sherry Some Nectar else from June's dairy O these draughts would make us merry O for a wench I deal in faces And in other daintier things Tickled am I with her imbraces Fine dancing in such fairy rings O for a plump fat leg of Mutton Veal Lamb Capon Pig and Coney None is happy but a Glutton None an Ass but who wants money Wines indeed and Girles are good But brave victuals seast the blood For wenches wine and lusty cheere Jove would come down to surfeit here Song 3. Tell me Jove should she disdain Whether it were greater pain Silent in thy flames to dye Or say I love and she deny Flames supprest do higher grow Should she scorn when she does know Thy affection thou shalt prove A glorious martyrdom for love Better to loves mercy bow She may burn as well as thou Oh then tim'rous heart proceed For wounds are death that inward bleed Song 4. Charm O charm thou God of sleep Her fair eyes that waking mourn Frightful visions from her keep Such as are by sorrowes born But let all the sweets that may Wait on rest her thoughts obey Fly O fly thou God of love To that brest thy dart did wound Draw thy shaft the smart remove Let her wonted joyes be found Raise up pleasure to a flood Never ebbing new joyes bud Song 5. When that I poor soul was borne I was born unfortunate Presently the Fates had sworne To foretel my hapless state Titan his fair beams did hide Phaebe clipt her Silver light In my birth my mother dide Young and fair in heavy plight And the nurse that gave me suck Hapless was in all her life And I never had good luck Being maid or married wife I lov'd well and was belov'd And forgetting was forgot This a hapless marriage mov'd Greiving that it kills me not With the earth would I were wed Then in such a grave of woes Daily to be buried Which no end nor number knows Song 6. The Fisher-mans Ditty THough the weather jangles With our hooks and angles Our nets be shaken and no fish taken Though fresh Cod and Whiting Are not this day biting Gurnet nor Cunger to satisfie hunger Yet look to our draught Hale the main bowling The Seas have left their rowling The waves their huffing the winds their puffing Up to the top-mast Boy And bring us news of joy Here 's no demurring no fishes stirring Yet something we have caught Song 7. What motions times and changes What waies what uncouth ranges What slights what delusions What gladness in conclusions Have risen of such sorrows One faith yet all these borrowes And one good love assureth And all misfortune cureth And since from griefe they vary Good Fortune come and tarry Song 8. My heart in flames do fry Of thy beauty While I Dye Fie And why Shoulst thou deny Me thy sweet company My braines to teares do flow While all below Doth glow Foe If so How canst thou go About to say me no Song 9. 1. THis Lady ripe and calm and fresh As Eastern Summers are Must now forsake both time and flesh T' add light to some small star 2. Whil'st that alive each star decay'd She may relieve with light But death sends beauty to a shade More cold more dark then night 3. The sawcy faith of man doth blind His pride till it conduce To destine all his abject-kind For some eternall use 4. But ask not bodies doom'd to die To what abode they go Since knowledge is but sorrows Spy It is not safe to know Song 10. The constant Lover TImes change and shall as we do see And life shall have an end But yet my faith shall ever be Whereon mine eyes depend The days and moments and their scope The hours with their changes wrought Are cruel enemies to hope And friends unto a loving thought Thoughts still remain as we do see And hope shall have an end But yet my Faith sha'n't wanting be My hope for to defend Sonnet I. Cupids craft I Play'd with Love Love play'd with me again I mock'd at him but he mock'd me indeed He would not let my heart his art exceed For though a boy yet mocks he doth disdain A friend he is to those that do not fain My jests it seems do true affection breed And now if Love is not reveng'd with speed My heart can witness it with earnest pain That one may love and jest it out again Song II. Being a Pastoral Ditty 1. IN this green mead Mine eyes what do you see The Bagpipe of my Nymph so passing fair Unless my senses dream so should it be For sure this is the Oak where with despair She lean'd unto and here the grass yet lies And field which she did water with her eyes 2. Jove I thee pray if this I do but fear And if my dream do fall out sure or no By all the love to Nympths that thou didst bear Open mine eyes the truth that I may know Help me to pray him green and flow'ry Mead Help me to pray him Oak with branched head 3. This Bagpipe of my Nymph I will devise To hang it here fair Oak to honour thee A worthy Trophee though before mine eyes Lying disgrac'd For tears they cannot see If it be sure or if I dream in vain Spoil'd in this mead with parching sun and rain 4. That gracious Nymph who gave my heart the stroak In this green Mead I saw a heav'nly Prize And if I dream not leaning to that Oak Nay sure I did behold her with mine eyes O that she had but seen me then again Or that I had but seen and dream'd in vain Sonnet II. CVpid was angry with my merry face Because I ever laughed him to scorn And all his followers hapless and forlorn I mockt in publike
and in private place Wherefore he arm'd himself to my disgrace When time a fit occasion did suborn But I despis'd his flames his power did scorn Nor did I any of his hests embrace Who seeing that he built upon the sand Since by a face he could me not devour He shew'd me then a fine and dainty hand Which once beheld it lay not in my power For to remaine unconquer'd no nor would I be deliver'd now although I could Song 12. An invitation to love PLeasures beauty youth attend ye Whiles the spring of nature lafteth Love and melting thoughts befriend ye Use the time ere Winter hasteth Active blood and free delight Place and privacie invite Do do be kind as fair Loose not opportunity for air She is cruel that denies it Bounty best appears in granting Stealth of sport as soon supplies it Whiles the dues of love are wanting Here 's the sweet exchange of bliss When each whisper proves a kiss In the game are felt no paines For in all the loser gaines Sonnet III. THey say love sware he never would be friend If mortal jealousie were not in a place And beauty never be in any face Unless that pride did on her thoughts attend These are two hags which hideous hell doth send Our sweet content to troube and disgrace The one the joy of love to pain doth chase The other pity from the heart defend Beauty and love were both forsworne by me And thee my making my unsure estate In joy and happiness so fortunate Because since first thy figure I did see Being so faire yet prouder wast thou never Nor I in love that could be jealous ever Song 13. LOve if a God thou art Then evermore thou must Be mercifull and just If thou be just O wherefore doth thy dart Wound mine alone and not my Mistress heart If merciful then why Am I to pain reserv'd Who have thee truely serv'd While she that for thy power cares not a flie Laughs thee to scorn and lives in liberty Then if a God thou woulst accounted be Heal me like her or else wound her like me Sonnet IIII. THe Bat that lurketh in a stony wall Flies here and there assured of her sight When that the signes of darksome night she sees Approaching on contented therewithall But when she spies Apollo's beames so bright Her fault she doth acknowledge and recal So now of late it did to me befal And with my wandring mind it well agrees For I did think there was no other light Nor beauty but in her who did invite My senses first to love but to my thrall When I beheld my Mirabel bedight With beauties and such grace angelical Then by and by I knew that heretofore I plainly err'd but never could do more Song 14. ARe women fair yes wond'rous fair to see too Are women sweet yea passing sweet they be too Most fair and sweet to them that inly love them Chaste discreet to all save those that prove them Are women wise not wise but they be witty Are women witty yea the more the pitty They are so witty and in wit so wily That be you ne'er so wise they will beguile ye Are women fools not fools but fondlings many Can women fond be faithful unto any When snow-white Swans do turn to colour sable Then women fond will be both firm and stable Are women Saints no Saints nor yet no Devils Are women good not good but needful evils So Angel-like that Devils I do'n't doubt them So needful Ills that few can live without them Are women proud I passing proud praise them Are women kinde I wond'rous kind please them Or so imperious no man can endure them Or so kind-hearted any may procure them Sonnet V. AS many stars as heav'n containeth strive To frame my harm and luckless hap to show And in the earth no grass nor green doth grow That to my grief the least of comfort gives Love unto fear subjected ever drives A soul to coldest ice O bitter wo That he whom Fortune contradicteth so Continually with Jealousie must live The fault dear Mistress I must lay on thee And all my grief on thee I do complain O cruel soul that pity dost disdain For if thou hadst but taken part with me I would not care though ' gainst me did conspire Heav'n Earth and Love and Fortune in their ire Song 15. All woman are not evil 1. THey meet but with unwholesome Spring And Summers which infectious are They hear but when the Mer-maid sings And onely see the falling star Whoever dare Affirm no woman chaste and fair 2. Go cure your Fevers and you 'll say The Dog-days scorch not all the yeer In Copper-mynes no longer stay But travel to the West and there The right ones see And grant all Gold 's not Alchymie 3. What mad-man canse the glo-worm's flame Is cold swears there 's no warmth in fire ' Cause some make forseit of their name And slave themselves to mans desire Shall the sex free From guilt damn'd to the bondage be Sonnet 6. Written to the Authors first Love IS' t that my pocl-hol'd face doth beauty lack No. Your sweet sex sweet beauty praiseth Ours wit and valour chiefly raiseth Is' t that my muskless cloaths are plain and black No. What wise Ladies love fine noddies With poor-clad mindes and rich-clad bodies Is' t that no costly gifts mine Agents are No. My free heart which I present you Should more then Gold or Peal content you Is' t that my Verses want invention rare No. I was never skilful Poet I truly love and plainly show it Is' t that I vaunt or am effiminate O scornful Vices I abhor you Dwell still in Court the place fit for you Is' t that you fear my love soon turns to hate No. Though disdain'd I can hate never But lov'd where once I love love ever Song 16. A Pastoral Dialogue Penned at the command of my noble freind M. Theodorus Loe Esquire on the attaining his Mistress love MELIBEUS ERGASTUS Mel. SHepherd why dost thou hold thy peace Sing and thy joy to us report Erg. My joy good Shepherd would be less If it were told in any sort Mel. Though such great savours thou dost win Yet deigne thereof to tell some part Erg. The hardest thing is to begin In enter prises of such art Mel. It is not just we should consent That thou should'st not thy joys recite Erg. The soul that felt the punishment Can onely feel this great delight Mel. That joy is small and doth not shine That is not told abroad to many Erg. If it be such a joy as mine It cann't be pensill'd out by any Mel. How can that heart of thine contain A joy that is of so great force Erg. I have it where I did retain My passions of so great remorse Mel. So great and rare a joy as this No man is able to withhold Erg. But that the greatest pleasure is That in low language cann't
at least to beg which is most sutable one salve from those Srar-shining eyes which have shot forth their conquering darts at my love-sick heart making me acknowledge the conquest yours my self happy in your being victorious O heavenly Adrastina govern and direct me for I am wholly given over unto thee Adra. Sir Were I but ascertained of the truth and reality of your affection I might perhaps meet your love with an equal burning but Fortu. Pardon sweet soul my interrupting you If my love be not real let me be an object of all mens scorn and let the heavens as a just guerdon of my dissembling showre down upon me their most horrible plagues but if it be love chaste and real love let our souls meet in a reciprocal affection and be imparadized into fruition of each other Adrast As far as a Virgins modesty will permit her hereafter I shall be ever ready to accomplish your desires and obey your commands and in the mean time be confident that I am entirely yours But time calls me away All happiness attend you Fortu. And as in you all vertues shine so upon you may all the blessings both of heaven and earth wait A Letter to a Gentlewoman requesting Love COnsidering with my self most divine Lady the many vertues wherewith nature hath in a superabundant measure adorned you and then weighing the insufficiency of any service I can do you my trembling hand is scarce able to hold the pen and my stammering tongue dare hardly express that which my afflicted heart desireth to manifest unto you yet love which holds in his dominion my enflamed heart forceth me to lay open to your sweetest self the secrets of my love-tormented brest Excuse then I humbly beseech you these humble lines that invisibly present to your sair hands an humbler suit then can be expressed I beseech you to extend a gratious hand to stay a fainting soul from sinking that without you is as nothing whose worth and remembrance gives me being for I desire not to be where your being is not It is that only that betters my joy and makes me sensible of content there being no content equal to the enjoying a companion of so great worth To conclude I shall expect the sentence of my life or death in your answer and remain so perfectly yours that I can say nothing neer it when I say I am Madam your most faithful most obedient and most affectionate servant Another to a Gentlewoman desiring his forbearance to visit her c WIth what words sufficiently to set forth my affection and with what expressions high enough to manifest the constancy of my love because I cannot tell I shall appeal to your self whether the sincerity of my actions and the integrity of my words be not able to justify me And I dare appeal to heaven whether or no my words have in the least manner tended to dissimulation swerving from professed truth or my actions digressed from nature but since your rigor pleases to command I shall withdraw my person yet in lieu of return will leave my heart with you and maugre fate subscribe my self Mistress ever thine in an unalterable affection A Gentleman debarred the society of his Mistress thus writes to her SInce my misfortunes are so great that those most happy opportunities we formerly enjoyed by a mutual intercourse and converse are at present vanished I cannot but by these manifest the constancy of my affection which shall remain even to my latest gaspe I hope nay am confident that you will not now after the heaping on me so many and so great favours estrange your self and for my part I am and even will be wholly thine And since my endeavours have been so happy to win your favour they will double in length and redouble in goodness the remainder of my daies All my right in all things is yours and your demand my content you are my joy and my greatest height of happiness is to enjoy you Your person is the food of my thoughts the relief of my wishes and the repast of my desires Your love to me is a continual hunger after which I daily earnestly more and more long your absence my extreme famine which makes me pine away with grief And if any poor endeavours of mine may be but pleasing to your most vertuous self I shall esteem my self most happie when most serviceable to you And in the mean while shall rest assured of your love as you may of having his heart who is Yours inseparably A Gentleman having made his suit by speech thus seconds it by writing THat I should begin my Letter with the declaration of my love seems to me altogether preposterous and unnecessary sith I manifested it to you so long since But I may well bemoan my ill fortune that cannot yet gain your good opinion of me to credit your words but that you still think me one of those who are altogether faithless Is it my lot for Love to reap Disdain Let me but know wherein I have offended and my life shall answer my misdemeanour All I desire is love your love because nothing can satisfie love but love I could enlarge but lest I be too troublesome I will say no more but that I am Your affectionate servant Her Answer Sir I Received a Paper from you which I here answer to clear my self of that accusation of being scornful which you cast upon me That I do not forget you witness this but yet I am so far from being pleased with your Letters that I can hardly bear the reading them especially since they proceed from a deceitful heart as I believe yours is If then you love me as you profess shew it in this That you trouble me no more with your Letters in hopes whereof I remain Sir Your c. His Reply My Dearest THat you do not forget me is my onely my chief happiness but that to think of me should move you to impatience is my greatest misery What greater torment then to love and not to be loved again Heaven and earth are not able to parallel so great cruelty But your words that you cannot believe my seigned vows carry with them a killing accent O heavens bear ye witness of my reality and sincere affection I love you as I profess but by obeying your command a breach might be made into the love of Yours while he lives and even in death Another ACcording to my duty and the obligements that lic upon me for the manifestation of my loyal constancie I do hereby humbly kiss your hands protesting that my love increases and renews with the day more and more The Sun in its greatest splendor hath been over-pow'red with clouds and darkned with mists and sometimes even the most constant affection has been scandalized with disloyalty Let Envie then pine it self to death and let Malice burst it self with rage yet will I remain constant yet will I be unremoveable never to be altered from my
setled resolution which is to be Yours wholly and onely A Gentleman to his Mistress having won her consent to affection THe thoughts of those many great favours I have received from you especially your grant of affection drive me to so high a rapture of joy that I am neither able to contain my self in any bounds nor yet to express the ardencie of my affection What shall I say I am so full of love that there is no room in my heart for any thought but of thee Happie I who am blessed with the love of so heavenly so vertuous a companion Now shall cuhearts seed on pleasures and our eyes behold the bliss of each other in the full comfort of all content we will sleep in love and wake and walk in all sulness of joy enjoying in our hearts more delights then either Nature affords or Art can express among which this shall be chief That thou art mine and that I am Thine c A Gentleman crossed in his affection thus writes to his Mistress THere is no creature in this spacious fabrick of the whole world so wide either of Sense or Reason which being diseased or afflicted but doth finde by meer instinct of nature some present remedy to help his infirmity Man onely excepted who can finde no medicine by whose secret vertues he may allay his grief This now I know by proof and therefore speak by experience But it is not to complain of you that I now take pen in hand but onely to lament my unfortunate birth that has brought me into so unhappie a predicament as to be contemned of you And I protest I have called my soul to an account for all her actions but cannot accuse any one of them Go then my Paper and in your Masters name first humbly kiss her hands then tell her she can never heal the wound she hath made in her Faith and my Love which I am resolved to carry with me to my grave hoping that the heavens moved at last will through my patient suffering make me as dear to you as you are now cruel to me However no earthly thing shall hinder me from serving you for I will rather die then be inconstant in my love and will flee with the hazard of my life the reproach of disloyalty A Gentleman going into the Country after this manner writes his Adieu to his Mistress TO tell you of my constancie I think is unnecessary since you finde it and to declare in what a continued course of perseverance my faithful affection has gone from its very beginning to this present would make my Letter swell to a Volume Besides so perfect a thing as my love to your divine self as it will suffer no question so it seems to receive injury by addition of any words unto it I could not but write to you not knowing whether you would be pleased to grant me the favour to see you or make me happie in the fruition of your company before my departure And when I am abroad my actions shall testifie that you are always in my heart And if I can be so happie to keep a room in your thoughts and memory it will be my greatest comfort in my loneliness and my chief joy in my recess c. A Letter protesting love WIth how great pleasure do I now whilst I sit alone recount my happiness in my love which in my greatest me lancholy is my chiefest and most most pleasing comfort If you knew but the delight that I take in the remembring your dear self you would wonder at my felicity I cannot tell how to express my affection I love I love you yea you alone with an everlasting and most vertuous affection But this is too short since then words sail services and actions shall take their place whose real performance shall prove a perfect demonstration of the never-altering never-dying affection of My Dear Yours devoted to eternily A Gentleman in the Country writes to his Mistress in London IT is not length of time distance of place or absence from you can any whit lessen my love or put the remembrance of your most dear self either out of my minde or heart And seriously were it not for the want of your dear company I could be content always to be here but you are the Star on whom both my good fortune and welfare depends you are the Loadstone whose vertue attracts keeps possesses my heart and thoughts where-ever my person is This very thing makes this place tedious to me in that I am debarred of your society but if the place were sweetned with your presence I should account every tree a Paradise and every tree would seem an Elizium c. A Gentleman writes to his displeased Mistress IF ever any man could on a sudden be thrown down from the highest pinacle of Joy to the lowest gulf of infinite unsupportable miseries certainly I am he for your causless anger hath filled me with such a confusion of thoughts that I know not which way to turn my self But now at last I have got my pen to paper which does in all humility crave pardon of you if in any thing I have offended or were guilty of what you mislike and withal promises such an amendment for the future as shall never incur the danger of your dislike And if ever my thoughts did receive so much as a fainting in their affections if they have not continually with more and more ardor from time to time pursued the possession of your favour then let heavens most horrible plagues fall upon me Do not then use him so hardly who would for your sake hazard himself and all his future hopes Nay though you should be cruelly severe to me yet let me say thus much There is no one in the world that does or shall more cordially affect your person or more really wish your good then my dejected self and Your despised servant A Letter requesting love SEeing the many vertues that so resplendently shine in you and that heavenly beauty wherewith Nature in an extraordinary measure hath eariched you unless I were blotted with a stupid senslesness I cannot but acknowledge you divine and able to command Cupid to let flie a shaft where you please Hoping therefore your ingenuity will admit my unpolished lines without a superficial complemental gloss or the rich accent of a ceremonial eloquence which could I use I would not yet censure me not to be altogether void of Oratory when my style is bound to be friendly and the best lines are drawn from the centre of a strong affection Know I love nay start not Madam at that word since you can so easily prescribe a remedy for my love-inflamed heart Love is all I crave which with modesty may be granted to Madam Yours to eternity A Letter from a Gentleman in the Country to his sweet-heart in the City OF all earthly things there is nothing wherein I take so much pleasure or whence I receive so
then ingratitude Hoping therefore you will not so much look at the stile as the hand and pardon the failings because your friend's I remain c. A Letter of Thanks THough at the present through Fortunes unconstancy and the contrariety of the times I finde my self unable to make a return sufficient for your deserts yet I trust that you will so accept of my good will as to esteem me thereby to have satisfied for every default of my unfortunate Fortune taking the will for the deed But if ever Fortune who is changeable do again lay aside her cruelty and smile upon me blowing with the winde of Prosperity upon the sayls of mine honest intent there is not a man in the whole world that more largely shall dispose of me and all my possibilities then shall your goodness c. Another IF God had so enriched me with his favour that I had been as able to have made a retaliation for so many your benefits as I finde my self not onely able and willing but even desirous to render you infinite thanks assure your self I would have been as ready to the satisfaction of the deed as the good will Therefore as far as extendeth at this present my weak ability I minde not to be ungrateful to you I give you therefore most hearty thanks for your courtesies to your undeserving servant and offer my self always unto you in all that shall be possible for me c. A Letter of News Sir I Hope you will pardon my silence hitherto seeing these times befit none but Satyrists to write who in their railing terms can best paint out mens actions and give your ears better satisfaction then our thred-bare Rhetorick which becomes nothing so ill as News especially if bad therefore I could wish that Feet as well as Hands might guide my Pen that so I might become Satyrist and better acquaint you with that of which I shall speak a little in brief We are here in a halting condition by the loss of those members which were lately cut off and expect every day a final ruine unless like the snake after dissection we can assume our own genuine parts and so again become whole c. No more at present but that I am SIR Your assured friend A Letter to a friend Sir THough I love to be free with a friend yet am I ever loth to over-burden a free friend and making Friendship my rule I hope I shall not transgress though I make bold to put you in minde of me and seriously had I not a present occasion I should neither be so importunate nor troublesome The performance of this will adde a stronger tye to our friendship And as I rejoyce in the happiness of my enjoying such a friend so I will be bold to say You shall never have cause to repent or be ashamed of the friendship of SIR Yours assuredly to serve you A Letter of excuse for not writing IF in times past I have not written unto you as my duty was it hath been for the urgent business and great affairs that hindred me and not but that my whole trust and confidence hath always remained in you And chiefly when I record with my self the singular love which you have always with great reality expressed towards me And because it is better to express some part of my duty late then never I am moved to write unto you these presents that you may participate with me of my profit and prosperity as you have formerly of my adversity aiding counselling and favouring me more then I could think to deserve of you c. A Letter of Thanks ALthough I have no business whereof I may write unto you yet nevertheless the great love equal betwixt us will not suffer me to let slip any messenger that goes towards you whereby I may testifie my thankfulness to you for the pains you have taken in my business and know that I confide so much in you that I intrust and trouble you still further desiring your assistance and if you have any occasion to use me I shall serve you most willingly and if you will visit these parts you cannot be more welcome to any friend then you shall be to him who rejoyces in the happiness of your acquaintance the continuance whereof he as much desires Yours c. A short Letter to all his friends YOu are many which at once demand Letter from me and behold I send unto you that are many but one onely Letter for it be hoveth to send one onely Epistle to many whom onely love the which shall be as good as many when many of you shall read it Divers Forms of Subscribing and Superscribing Letters Subscriptions YOur most obedient son Yours affectionately Yours in a perpetual friendship Yours to serve you in all things to his power Your most humble most obedient and most affectionate servant Yours living and dying Yours in an unalterable affection Yours inseparably Your real and ready friend Yours to be commanded By yours assured Your faithful friend for ever Your loving father Your very dutiful daughter Your obliged kinsman Your friend and master Your trusty servant to do your commands Your Lordships humble honourer Yours to my latest gasp The humble admirer of your incomparable beauty Yours faithfully though neglected Yours eternally even in death Yours sans complement Superscriptions TO the high and mighty Lords the States General of the United Provinces of the Netherlands For the Right Honorable my very good Lord R. Earl of Essex For the high and mighty Prince Lewis 12. King of France and Navar. For the Right Honorable the Lord Viscount Say and Seal c. To the Right Worshipful Sir P. R. Knight of Eaton in Bedford-shire For the Worshipful Master A. Merchant and Citizen of London For his assured and trusty friend Mr M. P. For his approved friend T. M. Esquire For his most loving father Mr E. C. To his loving son C. L. at his chamber in Grays-Inne these For his trusty and faithful servant D. E. For his desired friend M. T. aboard the Antilope i◠the Downs For my very dutiful daughter E. M. To his loving Master Mr. E. P. For the dearest to me of all earthly creatures Mistress M. K. these with my love and service To my best beloved choice Mistress A. C. For my dear uncle G. M. Esquire For his hopeful kinsman H. L. 〈◊〉 FINIS