she be tall then for her height commend her She that is lean like Envy term her slender She that is dwarfish name her light and quick And call her neat well set and grubbed thick She that is puft like Bâ—reas in the cheek Is but full fac'd and Daphne she is like Thus qualifie their faults not to disgrace them But in a higher rank of beauty place them Or hapnest thou of one but dimme of sight Wrinckled her brow her grisled hair turn'd white Her nose and chin half met she would take scorn To tell who Consull was when she was born Theâ— if to such thy love thou wilt engage Look that at no time thou dost aâ—k her age Though she want teeth and have a flattering tongue Yet she takes pains to be accounted young This is the age young men that brings the gain And plenteous harvest of the spring-tides pain Imploy your selves then in your youth and streng'h Age with a soft space steals on you at length Spend thou thy youth at sea or till the land Or take a warlike weapon in thy hand Follow the wars siege towns or lâ—e in trenâ—hes Or if not so then learn to love fair wenâ—hes It is a warfare too when men are trained And even by this employâ—ent 〈…〉 Such discipline such practise must be used By us as those who hostile armes have chused Some women by their industry and pains The losse of years recovers and regains Times speedy course is by their art controld They can preserve themselves from being old Their amorous pastimes and lascivious plays They shape and fashion many a thousand ways With sundry pleasures they their trade commixe And every several day devise new tricks They can provoke the appetite and please it Conjure the spirit up and streight appease it But these rich feasts of sweets which they prepare Women and men should both of even hands share I hate the bed that yields not mutual joys And that 's the cause I love not jugling boys I hate her denies that no spirit will use Yielding no more then what she cannot chuse I lâ—ke not pleasue though I like the beauty Lasses of Love perform not but of duty Duty away I banish thee the place Where mutual Lovers mutual sweets embrace Let me the musick of her soft voice hear Whispeting her ravisht pleasures in my ear To bid me on then pause proceed then stay And tired with that to try some other way Let me behold her eyes turn up the whites Now to be wrapt now languish in delights These prodigal pleasures nature hath not given To the first age a little above seven The wine that from the unripe grape is prest Is tart and sower the mellow wine tasts best The palm tree till it hath a well grown rinde Cannot withstand the violence of the winde The mead new mown doth prick the feet that 's bate I grant thee young Hermione was fair But to prefet the girle before the mother The beautious Hellen neither one nor other Can so blaspheme here 's Gorge some adore her But who praise her before the Saint that boâ—â— her Now I suppose ripe fruits I most approve And in my thouâ—hts I cover melâ—owed love You bed new tost behold where it discovers The curtain being drawn to wanton Lovers There stay my muse no further now proceed Without thy help they can both speak and speed Without thy help kind words will quickly passe Betwixt the Lover and his amorous Lasse Without thy help their hands will nimbly creep And in each privy place their office keep Nay every finger will it self employ To adde increase to thy imperfect joy Handling those parts where love his darts doth hide This valiant Hector with his wife hath tride Andromache to this of force must yield His valour was not onely in the field This stout Achilles of his love desired When with the slaughter of his enemies tired He caught his cuishes and unarm'd his head To tumble with her on a down soft bed Thou didst rejoice Briscis to embrace His bruised corps and kiss his bloud-stain'd face These warlike hands that did but late embrew Themselves in bloud of Trojans whom they slew Were now employ'd to tickle touch and feel And shake a Lance that hath no point of steel Believe me for I spake as I have tasted The sports of Venus are not to be hasted They should be rather by degrees prolonged By too much speed much oft the sport is wronged When thou by chance hast hit the place Which being toucht a girle still hides her face Forbear not though she blush and spring and kick And tumbling shew thee many a gamble trick Thou shalt be hold her straightly still amazed Her eyes with lascivious tincture glazed Affording a strange kinde of humid light As when the Moon in water shines by night Let neither amorous words cease their inchanting Murmur nor whispering sounds of joys wanting Yea there let every sweet content resort Every word deed and thought that furthers sport Let not thy Mistriss use too swift a sail Nor let thy haste beyond her speed prevail Both keep one course your oares together strike Your journeys on them then make your pace alike Together strive at once win to the mark You may no question grope it in the dark Then is the fulnesse of all sweet content When both at once strive both at once are spent Such course observe when as the time is free And that no jealous eyes attend on thee Being secure no future danger near Then thou maist boldly dally without fear But if thou beest not safe and hast short leasure Doubtful to be disturb'd amidst thy pleasure Make then what speed thou canst use all thy force And clap a sharp spurre to a jade pack horse My work is at an end the palm bring me And let the Mittle garâ—and be my fee. How much renowned great Polâ—idorus was That all the Greeks in Thy sick did surpasse As famous as great Nestor for his age Or strong Achilles for his warlike rage As much extold as Calâ—â—as for his charms Or Telemonius Ajax by his arms As for his Chariot skill Antâ—medon So great in Love shall I be censur'd on Cannonize me your Poet give me praise And crown my Temples with fresh wreathes of bays Let this my laud in every mouth be sung And my fames clengor through the whole earch rung I give you armour such god Vâ—dein fâ—amed So great Achilles he his enemies tamed And so do ye but whatsoever he be That by my arms subdues his enemy This Motto let him give lo here 's a Lasse By Ovid my Arts Master conquered was Behold young Wenches likewise crave my skill They shall be next instructed by my quill FINIS The third Book ARm'd at all points the Greek to field is gon To encounter with the naked Amazen Behold like weapons in my power remain For the Fenthesileâ— and thy train Go arm'd alike fight and they overcome Whom sacred
to be brought unto a feast And that we teach you here as in the rest Come late but comely brought in by night Thou shalt be welcome so delay hath might Though thou be black thou shalt seem faire to all The night will hide thy faults both great and small Eate neatly with your fingers art commands Wipe not thy whole face with thy dirty hands Eate not to long leave ere you would forbear More then thou wel canst do this council heare Were Hellen greedy Paris would her hate And say my rape is foolish our of date To drink is comely and more fit for you Bacchus doth well with Venus this is true Drink but yet not more then you well can bear And what is one let it not to appear A shameful thing to see a woman drunk Such a one is fit to be each base knaves punk Nor is it safe to sleep the tables drawn Much shameful things have in your sleep bin sawn T is shame to teach you more yet Dion sayes Shame is the chiefest abject of these layes Each know your selves as you your bodies see So frame your lying in form that it may be Wrose face is beauteous she must ly upright Whose back is best that still must be in sight Atlantaes thighes upon hie shoulders wore Melanion be these best shew the more Low Maides must rise Thebais was somewhat long Nere sat on Hectâ—rs horse her pride among Who hath a long side which shoul'd have in eye Let her bend to her knees her neck awâ—y Whose hidden parts have not a fault or spot Ly ever side long pray forget it not Not think it a disgrace your hair to loose And then thy neck cast backward still to choose Thou that art ragged close and covered ly And from mens sight like the swift Parthian fly Love hath a thousand wayeâ— most voide of pride To ly halfe upright on the righter side Apollos Tripos nor horrid Ammon say Nor things more true then what are in our lay If there be truth in art got by long use Believe and trust you 'l find it in our muse Maides see you love us men pluckt from the root One thing may help you and stead to boot Cease not fair words cease not your close wispring sweet And vvanton vvords must with your sports oft meet And thou whom nature hath bard loves quick sense Fain pleasant joyes though the things be from thence Unhappy Maid to vvhom that place is dull Which vvith a man and vvoman should be full Yet vvhen you fain bevvare let none else knovv it For fear thy gesture or thy eyes may show it What helps the speech and shewes the breath is ill That patt hath secrets shame would hide it still Who seeks a man after enjoynment straight Loving a gift would not her praiers had weight Ope not your windowes wide to take in light Much in your bodies rather fits the night Our sport is done 't is time the swannes depart VVhich on their necks as yoaks have dravvn out art As Men before say Maides vvhen ye prevaile Ovid our Master vvas his heart our saiâ—e FINIS THE LOVES OF HERO AND LEANDER A mock POEM WITH Marginal Notes and other choice Pieces OF DROLLERY Got by heart and often repeated by divers witty Gentlemen and Ladies that use to walk in the New Exchange and at their recreations in Hide Park Vt Nectar Ingenium LONDON Printed Anno Dom. 1667. THE REMEDIE OF LOVE WHen Cupid read this title streight he said Was I perceive against me wâ—ll be made But spare oh Love to tax thy Poet so Who oft hath born thy Ensign ' gainst thy so I am not lie by whom thy Mother bled When she to heaven on Mars his horses fled I oft like other Youths thy flame did prove And if thou aske what I do still I Love Nay I have taught by art to keep loves course And made that reason which before was force I seek not to betray thee pretty boy Nor what I have once written to destroy If any love and find his Mistriss kind Let him go on and saile with his own wind But he that by his love is discontented To save his life my verses were invented Why should a Lover kill himself or why â—hould any with his own grief wounded die Thou art a boy to play becomes thee still Thy reign is soft play then and do not kill Or if thou ' It needs be vexing then do this Make Lovets meet by stealth and steal a kisse Make them to fear least any overwatch them And tremble when they think some come to catch them And with those tears that lovers shed all night Be thou content but do not kill outright Love heard and up his silver wings did heave And said Write on I freely give thee leave Come then all ye despis'd that love endure I that have felt the wounds your Love will cure But come at first for if you make delay Your sickness will grow mortal by your stay The Tree which by delay is grown so big In the beginning was a tender twig That wich at first was but a span in length Will by delay be rooted past mens strength Resist beginnings medicines bring no curing Where sickness is grown strong by long enduring When first thou seest a Lasse that likes thine eye Bend all thy present powers to descry VVhether her eye or carriage first will show If she be fit for Loves delights or no Some will be easie such an one elect But she that bears to grave and stern aspect Take heed of her and make her not thy Jewel Either she cannot love or will be cruel If love assaile thee there betime take heed Those wounds are dangerous that inward bleed He that to day cannot shake off loves sorrow VVill certainly be more unapt to morrow Love hath so eloquent and quick a tongue That he will lead thee all thy life along And on a suddâ—in claspe thee in a yoake VVhere thou must either draw or striving choak Strive then betimes for at the first one hand May stop a water drill that wears the sand But if delayed it breaks into a floud Mountaines will hardly make the passage good But I am out for now I do begin To keep them off not heal those that are in First therefore Lovers I intend to shew How love came to you then how he may go You that would not know what loves passions be Never be idle learn that rule of me Ease makes you love as that o'recomes your wils Ease is the food and cause of all your iâ—ls Turne ease and idlenesse but out of door Loves darts are broke his flame can burn no more As reeds and Willows loves the water side So Love loves with the idle to abide If then at liberty you fain would be Love yields to labour Labour and be free Long sleeps soft beds rich vintage and high feeding Nothing to do and pleasure of exceeding Dulls all our senses
Euphrates that first proceeds Having her head bound with a wreath of reeds Call the next Tigris with her hair all blue Maid may be flattered to think fain d things true Say this presents Armenia Danas she In the next place let Achemoniae be That man 's a conqueror captives they that tremble Speak truly if thou canst if not dissemble Thence if you go to banquet and sit down To taste sweet viands and to drink a round There may thy thoughts unto my Artincline Observing Love more thâ—n the crimson VVine Cupid himself always inured to tapes Hath with his own white hand prest Bacchus grapes Untill his wings with sprinkled wine made wet He heavy sits and sleeps where he is set The dew from off his feathers soon he shakes Which from his drowned wines the dry air takes But from his breast so soon he cannot drive Love sprink'ed there though ne're so much he strive VVine doth prepare the spirits heats the brains hot Expels deep cares make sorrows quite forgot Moves mirth breeds laughter makes the poor man proud And not remembring need to laugh aloud Sets ope the thoughts doth rudeness banish Refineth arts and at wines sight woes vanish In wine hath many a young mans heart bin took And born away in a fair wenches look In wine is lust and rankness of desire Joyn wine and love and you adde fire to fire Choose not a face by Torch-light but by day Onely grosse faults such splendours can bewray Trust no made lights they will deceive thine eye Thou canst not judge by Torch-light nor in twy At the broad noon-tide when the sun shin'd rarest Did Paris say to Hellen thou art fairest The night hides faults the midnight hour is blind And no mishap't deformity can find Stones and dy d Scarlet by the day we chuse The broad day and bright sun in beauty use Sometimes unto those places task thy feet Where the fair forrest hanntresses do meet In number more then Seasands else prepare To the warm bathes where many a female are There some or other hurt by Cupids stroke Where troubled waters with warm brimstone smoke Mistakes the wounds cause and exclaming raves Not blaming Love but those unwholsome waves See where Diana's grovie Temple stands Where Kingdoms have been won by slaughtring hands Because she Cupid loathes and lives chast still Much people he hath slain and much shall kill Thus sat my Muse hath sung in divers strains Where thou maist find fit place to set thy trains My next endeavour is to lay the ground To atchieve and win the Mistriss thou hast found Be prompt and apt you that shall read my lines And use attention to their disciplines The first strict Precept I enjoin your sence Needful to be observ'd is conscience Be confident thy suit being once begun And build on this they all are to be wonne First shall the birds that welcome in the spring All muse and dumb for ever cease to sing The summer Ants leave their industrious pains And from their full mouthes cast their loaded gains The swift Menatian hounds that chasing are Shall frighted run back from the trembling hare Before a wanton wench once tempted by thee Poor fool shall have the hard heart to deny thee Stoln pleasure which to men is never hateful To women is now and at all times ever grateful The difference is a Maid her love will cover Men are more impudent and publick lovers T is mee we men should ask the question still Should women do it it would become them ill The Heifers strength being once ripe and mellow After the Bull she through the field will bellow The Maite neighs after the couragious breed But humane lust doth not so much exceed Our dame hath lawful bonds keep time and season Nor bestial made like theirs but mixt with reason Should I of Biblis speak whose hot desire Doth to the Brothers lawless bed aspire And when the incestuous deed she well suspendeth With resolution her sweet life she endeth Mirrha the love of her own father sought Affecting him but not as daughters ought Her body in a tree tough rinde appears And with her sweet and odoriferous tears Our bodies we perfume these are the same Mirrh of their Mistriss Mirrha that bears the name In Ida of tall trees and Cedars full There fed the glory of the heard a Bull Snow whi e save 'twixt his horns one spot there grew Save that one stain he was of milky hew This Bullock did the Heifers of the groves Desire to bear as Prince of all their droves But most Pasiphas with adulterous breath Envies the lovely Heisers to the death I speak known truth this cannot Creet deny With all her hundred Cities built on high T is said that for this Bull the doating Lasse Did use to top fresh boughs and mow young grasse Nor was the amorous Cretan Queen afeard To grow a kinde companion to the herd Thus through the campaigne she is madly born And a wild Bull to Minos gives the horn T is not for bravery he doth love or loath thee Then when Pasiphae dost thou so richly cloath thee Why do'st thou thus thy face and looks prepare What mak'st thou with thy glasse ordering thy hair Unlesse thy glasse could make thee seem a Cow And how can horns grow on that tender brow If Minos please thee no adulterer seek thee Or if thy husband Aâ—nes do not like thee But thy lascivious thoughts are still encreast Deceive him with a man not vvith a beast Thus by the Queen the wild woods are frequented And leaving the Kings bed she is contented To use the groves born by the rage of mind Even as a ship with a full Eastern wind How often hath she with an envious eye Lookt on the Cow that by her Bull did lie Saying oh vvherefore did this Heifer move My hearts chief Lord and urge him to her love Behold hovv she before him joyful skâ—ps And proudly jetting on the green grass lips To please his amorous eye then charg'd the Queen See in these fields that Covv no more be seen No sooner to her servants had she spoke But the poor beast vvas straight put to the yoke Some of these strumpet Heifers the Queen slevv And their vvarm bloud the Altars did imbrue Whilst by the sacrificing Priest she stands And gripe their trembling entrails in her hands Oft pray'd she to the gods but all in vain To appease their deities with bloud of beasts thus slain And to their bowels spake go go be gon To please him whom I fondly dote upon Now doth she wish her self Europa then To be fair so pasturing in the Fen. Io a beast in shape hide hoof and horn Onely Europa on a beast was born At length the Captain of the herd beguil d With a Cows skin with curious art compil'd The longing Queen obtain'd her full desire And in the childs birth did bewray the fire Had Cressa kept her from Thyestes bed She had not with
To them burn incense and due rights prepate Nor do they sleep as many think they do Lead harmless lives pay debts and forfeits too Keep covenant with thy friend and banish fraud Kill noâ— and such a man the gods appland Say women none deceive the gods have spoken There is no pain imposâ—d on faith so broken Deceive the sly deceiver 〈…〉 â—â—tem on 〈◊〉 â—â—â—us they find snares To catch poor harmlesse Lovers unawares Lay the â—â—ke trains for them nine year some fain In Egypt there did fall no drop of rain Busiâ—is 〈◊〉 Thraâ—â—â—â— because he was a stranger When Thratius to the grimme Busiris goes And from the Oracle this answer showes That Jove must be appeas'd with strangers bloud They said Busiris kâ—ll dâ—â—im where he stood And said withall thou stranger first art slain To appease the god and bring great Egypt rain Phallaris Bull King Phallaris first said VVith the work master that the Engine made Both Kings were just deaâ—h deaths inventer try And justly in their own inventions die So should false oathes by â—igâ—â— false oathes beguile And a deceitful giâ—le be caught by wile Then â—each â—hy eâ—es to weep Weâ—p to her tears perswade truth Anâ— moveâ— obdâ—â—rate Adamant to ruth A◠〈◊〉 spâ—cial times that â—â—â—ssing by â—he may perceive a â—â—at stand in thy eye Or if tears fail as still thou canst not get them With thy moist finger rub thy eyes and wet them Who but a foole that cannot judge of blisses But when he speaks will with his words mixe kisses Say she be coy and will give none at all Take them ungiven perhaps at first she 'll brawl Strive and resist her all the waies she can And say withall away you naughty man Yet will she fight like one would lose the field And striving gladly be constrain'd to yield â—e not so boiâ—â—erous do not speak too high Lest by rude hurting of her lips she cry He that gets kisses with his pleading tongue And gets not all things that to love belong I count him for a Meacock and a sot Worthy to lose the kisses that he got What more then kissing wanted of the game Was thy meer dastardy not bashful shame They term it force such force comes welcome still What pleaseth them they grant against their will Thoebe the fair was forc'd to was her sister Yet Phoebe in her heart thankt him that kist her There is a tale well known how Hecubs son To steal fair Hellen through the stream did run Venus who by his censure won in Ide Gave to him in requital this fair bride Now for another world doth sail with joy A welcome daughter to the King of Troy The whilst the Grecians are already come Mov'd with this publick wrong against Tiuâ—m Achilles in a smoke his Sex doth smother And lays the blame upon his careful mother What makes thou great Achilles to zing wool When Pallas in a caske should hide thy skâ—â—l What doth that palm with webs and â—hâ—reds of gold Which are more sit a warlike shâ—eld to hold Why should that right hand rock and twig contain By which the Troyan Hellâ—r must be slaâ—â— Caâ—â— of those loose vails and â—hy a moâ—â—â—taâ—â—e And in thy hand â—he spear of Peâ—â—aâ— â—â—ake Thus Lady like he with a Lady lay Tall what he was her belly did bewray Yet was she forcâ—t so ought we to believe Not to be so inforc't how would she grieve When he should rise from her still would she cry For he had arm'd him and his Rock laid by And with a soft voice spake Achilles stay It is too soon to rise lie down I pray And then the man that forc'd her she would kisse What force Deidemia call you this There is a kind of fear in the first proffer But having once begun she takes the offer Trust not too much young man to thy fair face Nor look a woman should intreat thy grace First let a man with sweet words smooâ—h his way Be fâ—rward in her car to sue and pray If thou wilt reap fruits of thy loves effects Onely begin 't is all that she expects So in the ancient time Olimpian Jove Made to Heroes suit and won their love But if thy words breed scorn a while forbear For many what most flies them hold most dear And what they may have proffer'd flie and shun By soft retreat great vantage may be won In person of a woer come not still Bâ—t sometimes as a friend in meer good will Thou caâ—â—st her friend but shalt return her Love A white soft hew my juâ—gement doth disprove Give me a face whose colour knows no art Which the green Sea hath tann'd the Sun made swaâ— Beauty is meer uncomely in a Clown That under the hot Planets plough the ground And thou that Pallas garland wouldst redeem To have a white face it would ill beseem Let him that loves look pale for I protest That colour in a Lover still shews best Orion wandring in the woods lookt sickly Daâ—â—re being once in love lost colour quickly Thâ—â—anness argues love seem sparely fed And somtimes wear a night cap on thy head For griefs and cares that in afflictions show Weaken a Lovers spirits and bring him low Look miserably poor it much behoves That all that see you may say you man loves Shall I proceed or stay move or disswade Friendship and faith of no account are made Love mingles right with wrong friendship despises And the world faith holds vain and slightly prises Thy Ladies beauty do not thou commend To thy companion or thy trusty friend Least of thy praise enamoured it may breed Like love in them with passions that exceed Yet was the Nuptial bed of great Achilles Unstain'd by his dear friend Actorides The wife of Theseus though she went astray Was chaste as much as in Piturious lay Phaebâ—s and Pallas Hermenius Thâ—llades And the two twâ—ns we call Tertarides Tend to the like but he that in these days For the like trust acquires the self same praise He may as well from weeds seek sweet rose buds Apples of thorn trees hony from the flouds Nothing is practis'd now but what is ill Pleasure is each mans God faith they excell And that stoln pleasure is respected chief Which fall to one man by anothers grief O mischief you young lovers fear not those That are your open and professed foer Suspect thy friend though else in all things just Yet in thy love he will deceive thy trust Friends breed tine fears in love the presence hate Of thy near kinsman brother and sworn mate I was about to end but so I see How many humorous thoughts in women be But thou that â—n my Art thy name wilâ— raisâ— A thousand humours woe a thousand ways One plot of ground all fâ—â—â—â—les cannot bring This is for viâ—â—s here coâ—n the â—â—â—â—ves â—pring More then be 〈…〉 Have womens 〈…〉 fâ—â—â—asies He that is apt will in himself devise Ionnmerable shapes of fit
disguise To shift and change like Proteus whom we see A Lion first a Bore and then a tree Some fishes by a dare are strangely took These by a net and others by a book All ages not alike intrapped are The crooked old wife sees the train from far Appear not learned unto one that 's rude Nor loose to one with chastity indu'd Should you do so alas the pretty elves Would in the want of Art distrust themselves Hence comes it their best fortunes some refuse And the base Bed of an inferiour chuse Part of my toyls remains and part is past Here doth my shaken ship her anthor cast FINIS The second Book SIng Io Poean twice twice Io say My toylâ— are pitcht and I have caught my prey â—e the glad Lover crown my head with bays And before old blind Homer Ovid praise So did King Priams son exulting skip With the fair ravish'd Hellen in his ship So did he sing that in his chariot run And victor like the bright Allantâ— won Whether away young man thy bark is lost Yet in the mid-sea far from any coast 'T is nor enough to thee by my new Art To find a Lady that commands thy heart The reach of my invention is much deeper By art thou shalt her win by art shalt keep her As difficult it is by art to blind her To thy desires as at the first to find her In this consists the substance of my skill Cupid and Venus both assist me still And gracious Erato my stile prepare Thou art the Muse that hast of Lovers care I promise wondrous things I will explain How fickle thoughts in love may firm remain And how the wag in fetters may be hurl'd That strays and wanders round about the world Yet is love light and hath two wings to fly T is hard to outstrive him mounting the skie What Minos to his guest always denied A desperate passage through the air he tried As Dedalus the Labyrinth hath bui't In which to shut the Queen Pasiphaes guilt Kneeling he says just Minos end my mones And let my native countrey shroud my boneâ— Grant me great king what yet the fares deny And where I have not liv'd ohâ— let me die Or if dread Soveraign I deserve no grace Look with a piâ—cious eye on my childs face And grant him leave from whence we are exil'd Or pity me if you deny my childe This and much more she says but all in vain Both son and sire still doth the king detain Which he perceiving said now now 't is fit To give the world cause to admire thy wiâ— The Land and Sea are watcht by day and night Nor Land nor Sea lies open to our flight Onely the air remains then let us try To cut a passage through the air and flye Jove be auspicious to my enterprise I covet not to mount above the skier But make this refuge since I can prepare No means to flye my Lord but through the air Make me immortal bring me to the brim Of the black Stigian waters Stye Iâ—le swim Oh humane wit thou canst invent much ill Thou searchest strange arts who would think by skill A heavy man like a light bird should stray And through the empty heavens finde a fit way He placeth in just order all his quilis Whose bottoms with resolved wax he fills Then binds them with a line and being fast tide He placeth them like oares on either side The little lad the downy feathers blew And what his father wrought he nothing knew The wax he softned with the strings he plaid Not thinking for his shoulders they were made To whom his father spake and then lookt pale With these swift ships we to our land must sail All passage now doth cruel Minos stop Onely the empty aire he still leaves ope That way must we the land and the rough deep Doth Minos bar the aire he cannot keep But in the way beware thou set no eye On the the sign Virgo nor Boores high Look not the black Orion in the face That bears a sword but just with me keep place Thy wâ—ngs are now in fastning follow me I will before thee flye as thou shalt see Thy father mount or stoop so I arreed thee Take me thy guide and safely I wil lead thee If we should soar too neear great Thaebus feat The melting wax will not endure the heat Or if we flye too near the humid seas Our moistned wings we shall not shake with ease Fly between both and with the gusts that riâ—e Let thy light body sail amidst the skies And ever as his little son he charms He fits the feathers to his tender armes And shews him how to move his body light As birds do teach the little young ones flight By this he calls a council of of his wits And his own wings unto his shoulders fits Being about to rise he fearful quakes And in his new way his faint body shakes But ere be took his flight he kist his son Whilst flouds of tears down by his cheeks did run There was a hillock not so high and tall As lofty mountains be nor yet so small To be with valleys even and yet a hill From this they both attempt their uncouth skill The father moves his wings and with respect His eyes upon his wandring son reflect They bear a spacious course and the apt boy Fearlesse of harms in his new tract doth joy And flies more boldly now upon them looks The fishermen that angle in the brooks And with their eyes cast upwards frighted stand By this is Samos Isle on their left hand With Maxos Paros Delphos and the rest Fearlesse they take the course that likes them best Upon the right hand Eurithes they forsake Now Asipelea with thy fishy lake Shady Paechinne full of woods and groves When the rash boy too bold in ventring roves Looses his guide and takes his flight so high That the soft wax against the Sun doâ—h fry And the cords that made the feathers fast So that his armes have power upon no blast He fearfully from the hâ—gh clouds looks down Upon the lewâ—r heavens whose curâ—'d waves fâ—â—wn At his ambitious height and fâ—om the skies He sees black 〈◊〉 and death before his eyes Noâ—â—eâ—ts the wax his â—â—ked armâ— he shâ—kes And seâ—king to catch â—old â—o hold hâ— takâ—s But now the â—akâ—d 〈◊〉 down headlong faâ—ls And by the way he fâ—â—her faâ—her calâ—s Help father heâ— help he cries and as he speaks A vioâ—ent wâ—vâ— his course of anguâ—â—e breâ—ks The unhappy father but no father now 〈…〉 â—lâ—ud son Icarus where â—â—t thou Where â—râ— thou Icarus where dost thou flye Icarus wâ—eâ—e arâ— when stâ—â—ighâ— he doth espy The feathers swim thus loud â—e doth exclaime The Earth hâ—s bones the Sea still keeps his name Minoâ— could not restrain a man from flight But winged Cupid be he ne're so light He gulls himself that seekâ— to wâ—tâ—hes crafâ— Or with a young colâ—s forehead make a
soft cheeks in his ire He 'l tare no clothes his Loves nor his own Nor shall his torne hair give him cause of mone These things fit youthes whose age in love is hot This bears harsh wounds gently as they were not Old men burn softly like a torch that 's drie As woodâ— from heath cut down when first they ly Old mon love sure youth short but fruitful made Maides pluck those fruits betimes betimes which fade Nay yeild up all ope the gates to our foe That faith from faithlesse treasure once may flow What 's easie granted long love cannot feed Denial seeth our sports must oft proceed Let them walk at the gate cry cruel dore Do humbly much but in their threats much more We loath these sweets bitter love makes them new The wind oâ—t drown'd the ship by which it flew Tâ—s this makes men their vvives to slight so still They 're ready prest when ere their husbands will Let the Maide run and cry we are undone And hide the sacred youth till fear be gon Yet sport him midst these fears lest he misprise Yâ—ur nights not so much worth such fears should rise I had like to passe by what art to deceive Your huâ—band and sly keeper to bereave Wives fear your husbands who must keep you in 'T is firm by law right modestie hath bin Her to be kept whom late revenge hath wrought Who can endure to avoide these means be sought As many keep thee as had Argus eyes If thou wilt out thou shalt defeat with lyes Youâ—l say your keeper doth withstand to write Tâ—ke water for your self what time you might Whâ—t can the Keeper when the Cities fill â—f plaies and Maids see horses run that will When she will a maide complaines her head And faining sick hides whom she will in bed When the false key tells plainly what is done And to her chamber are more wayes then one Besides a keeper may be foxt with vvine Prest from the grapes of Spain and so made thine And there be drugs which can cause a sound sleep And shut the eyes fast drencht in Lethe deep You know Maides to May quickly finde some way By long made sports to hold him in delay But what need I for to go farre about When one small gift may buy the keeper out Gifts trust me do appease both gods and men By Gifts even Iovâ— is pleased now and then What do the wise since fooles in gifts delight Give and the husband sayes nought say he might Hast bought thy keeper once he 's thine for ever The help he once affords he 'l fail thee never I blam'd companions now it comes to mind The hurt by it not men alone do find Beleive me other Maides thy joyes may taste And others with thee hunt the Hare as fast The wench that sweeps the chamber makes the bed With sports of love hath more then once bin sped Let not your waiting Maides be over fair Their Mistriss place by them supplied are Where run I Mad man naked ' gainst my foe And ope those ports that may me overthrow The birds teach not the fowler how to take them The harts teach not the dogs to run and shake them Look too 't that need my task I le do indeed Though 't is to lend a sword to make me bleed 'T is easie to make us think We are beloved Their faith which to desire is quickly moved Smile lovely on a youth sigh from your hart Aske why he comes so late a pretty art Shed some few tears fain grief for some close love And tear your haire as doth your passions move He is overcome straight pitty he will take And say his care is only for my sake If he be spruce and look fair in the glasse He 'll think the gods love him let not this passe Who ere thou art be not thy wroth so strong Nor rage not overmuch hath he done wrong Trust not too soon what art is in this case Procris may be example Have your grace Near to Hymettus hill a holy well And a moist ground thick grasse the ancients tell The wood's but underwood about this land The Crab tree Rosemarie Bay Mirtle stand The thick leav'd boxe the Tamariske so small Lâ—w shrubs neat Pines there do these trees grow all The gentle West wind and the healthfull aire â—low all those leaves and gras blades which are there Câ—phalus lov'd rest his hounds and men forgone Weary in youth this ground oft sat upon And thus he sings thou which dost lay my heat And my breast swage come gentle aire and beat One over dutious told his fearful wife These words she heard and so began the strife â—roâ—râ— who for a strumpet too kt this care Fell down much moved with a suddain feare Look how the vine-leafe which you latest gather She loâ—kt so pale or far more paler rather Or the ripe Quince tree which doth bend his bough Or dâ—g tree fruite which none for meat allowes Come to her self her garments quite she tore From of her breast and made her breast all gore And without stay in rage and haste she goes Her haire about her neck like Bacchus throes Being near the place her mates she leaves behind Steels stâ—ly to the wood no fear in minde 'T is thus thou think'st now who this aire should be And her dishonest tricks thine eare shall see Her coming shames her now she would not take her Yet now she 's glad she 's come love doubtful makes her The name the place the sign all these agree And what the minde feares that it thinks to be Seeing the grasse so by some body prest Her trembling heart knockt at her tender breast Now the Mid-day had made the shadows short The evening and the morn bear equal part Young Cephalus returns unto the wood And cooles his face with water as he stood Procris stands close on the grasse he laies him fair And cries aloud blow west winde come sweet aire So soon as she had heard the erroneous name Her minde and her true colour to her came She rises with her body the leaves shake In mind to Cephalus her way to take He thought it some wild beast snacht up his bow His arrow in his right hand wont to show What doest thou wretch 't is no beast stay thy dart Alas thy arrowes pierce a womans heart She cries out thou hast stroke thy loving breast Upon this place thy wounds have ever rest I dy before my time not wrong'd in love This earth made me suspect thee light to prove Aire take my breath thee 't was I did mistrust I dy close thou mine eyes lay me in the dust She ended speech and life and falling down Her husband takes her last breath from the ground He bears his dying love in woful armes And wailes with tears so strange and deadly harmes But let us back I see I must be plain At the lost haven that our ship may again You look now
makes our virtue stupid And then creeps in that crafty villaine Cupid That boy loves ease alife hates such as stir Therefore thy mind to better things prefer Behold thy Countries enemies in Armes At home love gripes thy hart in his sly charmes Then rise and put on armour cast of sloath Thy labour may at once or'ecome them both If this seem hard and too unpleasant then Behold the law set forth by God and men Sit down and study that that thou maist know The way to guide thy self and others show Or if thou lov'st not to be shut up so Learn to assail the Deer with trusty bow That through the woods thy well mouth'd hounds may ring Whose Eccho better joyes then love will sing There maist thou chance to bring thy love to end Diana unto Venus is no friend The Country will afford thee means enough Sometimes disdain not to direct the plough To follow through the fields the bleating Lamb That mournes to miss the comfort of his Dam. Assist the harvest help to prune the Trees Graft plant and sow no kinde of labour leese Set nets for birds with hook'd lines baite for fish Which will imploy the minde and fill thy dish That being weary with these paines at night Sound sleeps may put the thoughts of love to flight With such delights or labours as are these Forgot to love and learn thy self to please But chieflly learn this lesson for my sake Fly from her far some journey undertake I know thou lt grieve and that her name once told Will be enough thy journey to withold But when thou findst thy self most bent to stay Compel thy feet to run with thee away Nor do thou wish that rain and stormy weather May stay your steps and bring you back together Count not the miles you passe nor doubt the way Lest those respects should turne you back to stay Tell not the clock nor look not once behind But fly like Lightning or the Northern winde For where we are too much o're matcht in might There is no way for safeguard but by flight But some will count my lines to hard and bitter I must confess them hard but yet 't is better To fast a while that health may be provoked Then feed at plenteous tables and he choaked To cure the wretched body I am sure Both Fire and Steel thou gladly wilt endure Wilt thou not then take pains by any Art To cure thy Mind which is thy better part The hardness is at first and that once past Pleasant and easie waies will come at last I do not bid the strive with witches Charmes Or such unholy acts to cease thy harmes Ceres herself who all these things did know Had never power to cure her own love so No take this Medicine which of all is sure Labour and absence is thy only Cure But if the Fates compel thee in such fashion That thou must needs live near her habitation And canst not fly her sight learn here of me That thou would'st faine and canst not yet be free Set all thy Mistriss faults before thine eyes And all thy own disgraces well advise Say to thy self that she is coveteous Hath ta'ne my gifts and us'd me thus and thus Thus hath she sworne to me and thus deceived Thus have I hope and thus have been bereaved With love she feeds my rival while I starve And poures on him kisses which I deserve She follows him with smiles and gives to me Sad looks no Lovers but a strangers fee. All those Embraces I so oft desired To him she offers daily unrequired Whose whole desert and half mine weigh'd together Would make mine lead and his seem cork and feather Then let her go and since she proves so hard Regard thy self and give her no regard Thus must thou school thy self and I could wish Thee to thy self most eloquent in this But put on greif enough and do not fear Grief will enforce thy eloquence t' appear Thus I my self the love did once expell Of one whose coyness vex'd my soule like hell I must confess she touch't me to the quick And I that am Physitian then was sick But this I found to profit I did still Ruminate what I thought in her was ill And for to cure my self I found away Some honest slanders on her for to lay Quoth I how lamely doth my Mistris go Although I must confess it was not so I said her armes was crooked fingers bent Her shoulders bow'd her legs consum'd and spent Her colour sad her neck as dark as night When Venus might in all have tane delight But yet because I would no more come nigh her My self unto my self did thus bely her Do thou the like and though she fair appear Think vice to virtue often comes too neer And in that errour though it be an errour Preserve thy self from any further terrour If she be round and plump say shhe too fat If brown say black and think who cares for that If she be slender swear she is too lean That such a Wench will wear a man out clean If she be red say she 's to full of bloud If pale her body nor her mind is good If wanton say she seeks thee to devoure If grave neglect her say she looks too sowre Nay if she have a fault and thou dost know it Praise it that in thy presence she may show it As if her voice be bad crack'd in the ring Never give over till thou make her sing If she have any blemish in herfoot Commend her dancing still and put her to 't If she be rude in speech incite her talk If halting lame provoke her much to walk Or if on instruments she have small skill Reach down a Viall urge her to that still Take any way to ease thy own distresse And think those faults be which are nothing lesse Then meditate besides what thing it is That makes thee still in love to go amisse Advise thee Well for as the world now goes Men are not caught with substance but with shows Women are in their bodies turn'd to French That face and body's least part of a wench I know a woman hath in love been troubled For that which Taylors make a fine near Doublet And men are even as mad in their desiring That oftentimes love Women for their tyring He that doth so let him take this advice Let him rise early and not being nice Up to his Mistris chamber let him hie E're she arise and there he shall espie Such a confusion of disorderd things In Bodies Iewels Tyres Wyres Lawns and Rings That sure it cannot chuse but much abhor him To see her ly in pieces thus before him And find those things shut in a painted box For which he loves her and endures her mocks Once I my self had a great mind to see What kind of things Women undressed be And found my sweet hart just when I came at her Screwing her teeth and dipping rags in water