THE Compleat Courtier OR CVPID's Academy Containing An Exact and excellent Collection of all the newest and choicest Songs Poems Epigrams Satyrs Elegant Epistles Ingenious Dialogues Quaint Expressions Complemental Ceremonies Amorous Addresses and Answers in a most pleasant and pathetick strain fitted and prepared for all capacities And humbly recommended to the perusal of all young Gentlemen Ladies and others who are inclinable to recreate themselves with harmless mirth By J. SHURLY LONDON Printed for W. T. and are to be sold by Joshua Conyers at the Black Raven in Duck lane 1683. TO THE READER GEntlemen and Ladies of what Quality Sex or Condition soever I have not thought it amiss to spend some hours in composing and collecting such choice Rarities as I hope will serve for the first course in the Banquet of Delight nor can it be amiss to usher in better Recreation nay may serve for an Antipendium to Love for certainly when it was written Cupid himself so well approved it that not a Winter storm was seen upon his brow but all was calm and serene as Summer noon-tide Air Beauty her self sat smiling 'twixt his Silver Wings with fresh blooming Roses in her Cheeks and often cast an amorous look ascance rejoycing to behold her self pourtray'd so near unto the life whilest Venus whispered from her Myrtle Bower where naked she lay expanded on a Bed of Violets and bid the proceed to raise a Colossus that might Grace her Empire if ever I hoped to be successful in Loves blest Elyzium These and some motives induced me to rifle all the Gardens in Love's Paradise of the choicest Flowers to adorn with Garlands of Pleasure and Delight the goodly Effigies nay all the Muses who warble forth soft lays and charm with tuneful numbers lent their helping hands Death and Despair were banished and nothing but their names used now and then to fathom the depth of deep dissimulation or scare parlying Beauties into a compliance In fine Ladies for your sakes more than for any other motive this Cabinet was unlocked and I hope is capable of entertaining you in all seasons with such varieties as you best can relish Therefore under your protection I leave it and remain Ladies The Admirer of your Sexes Vertues J. SHURLY THE PROLOGUE Spoken by CUPID ROuz'd by a gale of sighs from Cyprus fair Vpon expanded Wings through gentle air Ladies I 'm come to thaw your frozen Hearts And to revenge the long-unpitied smarts Of sighing Lovers whom your Eyes distress Yet when they sue find you quite pitiless How comes it that this Cruelty I find In Britain's Isle where all 's by nature kind Can it be ravish'd from my Empire now No by fair Venus Star-like Eyes I vow I 'll spend ten thousand shafts nay all my store But I 'll bear rule as strongly as before Make coldness coyness and disdain submit And give Love scope as I my self think fit I 'll Tyrannize no more unless it be To punish those that boast of Cruelty My Sea-born Mother thinks it is but just To punish them that mis-employ their trust Vnder Love's Torrid Zone I 'll make them fry That Cyâ—ick-like my great commands deny Then Ladies look you to 't for I am stor'd With Fire-tipp'd shafts such as no rest afford If once they wound the Rebels to my Laws Then be you kind and stay my angers cause When Lovers sigh and swear their flame is true Kneel kiss your hands and all Loves symptoms shew Then though your Beauties like the Rosie Morn The wondering World with chearing Rays adorn Though your transparent Eyes dart-beams of Light That can the sable Goddess put to flight Yet be you kind or Beauty soon will fade All Womenkind at first for Love were made And when they Love decline no more they 're fair But prove misguiding Lights mens thoughts to snare In Myrtle Groves to spend the harmless day And Turtle-like soft murmurs to convey Into each others Souls tell tales of Love With languid looks with equal transports move Whilest the wing'd Choristers fly round about And in harmonious notes still warble out The happy Vnion of kind Lovers blest With Inward Joys that cannot be exprest This is a Paradise this this must be The only consort that can sort with me Those that so act shall in my Palace dwell And like the Sun Heav'ns numerous fires excel When without Love all in Creation's Hell But hark my Mother calls I must away What I have said remember and obey Love's business will admit of no delay The Love-sick Shepherdess A New Song 1. AH what can mean that eager joy Transports my soul when you appear Ah Strephon you my thoughts employ With all that 's charming all that 's dear When you your pleasing story tell A tenderness invades each part And I with blushes own I feel Something too melting at my heart 2. Each sigh my Reason does surprize And I at once both wish and fear My wounded Soul mounts to my Eyes As if 't would prattle stories there Take take that Heart that needs will go But Shepherd see it kindly us'd For who such presents would bestow If this alas should be abus'd 3. I feel the powerful God of Love Already Conquerour in my breast Ah me his flames too fierce they prove And bid me yield or ne'r have rest Then Strephon take your conquer'd prize Delia resigns her self to you You you have charm'd those killing Eyes Which none before could e're subdue A young Gentleman to his Mistress who is kept under strict restraint by her Parents to prevent the Marriage finding a private way to convey his Letters to her hands may thus write Divine Lady NAtures Master-piece and the wonder of your Sex from whom to my unspeakable grief the cruel Destinies or the lowring influence of my inauspicious Stars have so long detain'd me but yet am I not absent by reason my better part is always attending on you my ever chaste and constant thoughts are all employed to serve you No Walls of Stone nor Brass-ribb'd Gates can exclude nor impaiâ— the eternal motions of the Mind not Continents nor Worlds where Love by his uncontrollable Laws links Hearts can keep them asunder Nothing in me has been wanting to mollifie the obdurateness of your cruel Father who cold to Love as December frostâ— feels not the flames that without intermission feeâ— upon our Breasts and make our eager Souls their fuel Nothing Divinest Creature but an escape can perfect our happiness and render us a full fruition of our mutual Loves to effect which I have imitated Jove who in a Golden shower wrapped the Beauteous Danae from Argos Brazen Hold in which the jealous King her cruel Father like yours had confined her Your chief Guardians are already bribed and nought but your consent is wanting perhaps you will object you owe obedience to your Parents I grant you do but Almighty Love that all-commanding Monarch dispences with the tye of Nature better so small a
pain Philander True doubt not my lovely Nymph 't were sin Beyond the scope of Thunder's punishing Should not I ever ever constant prove And bow to nought but you and conquering Love Celia Then thus I yield to my Philander's Arms No more I 'll dread nor fate nor fortunes harms But blushing lye amidst a thousand charms Philander Bless'd moment happier far than Infant time When our first Parents in their blooming prime In Eden's sacred soil under each shade To charming Love the Rights of Nuptials paid A young Gentlewoman whose Parents earnestly press her to marry the man she loves not writes to him she loves to free her from the temptation by a speedy Marriage Sir SInce I saw you last great has been the tryal of my constancy to you through the incessant sollicitations nay commands of my Parents to marry with B. W. but such is my unalterable resolution not to break the vows made to you before the sacred powers of Heaven that still when they urged me I answered with nothing but tears and sighs Yet seeing all flesh is subject to frailties as you tender my welfare and your own contrive a way by which I may be delivered from these temptations which cannot be effectually done but by a speedy Marriage which will put an end to your Rivals hopes and give us the mutual satisfaction we so long have wished for Sir in expectation of your Answer I remain Your constant Friend M. B. His Answer Dear Lady IN whom do centre all thy joys most to be admired of thy Sex whom neither Riches nor the gaudy gloss of Honour can tempt to break thy vows what recompence am I able to return capable of meriting one adorned with the richest gifts of Nature and made compleat by the lavish hands of Virtue and Wisdom they having trusted thee with all their choicest store but since our Souls are indissolvably united words are of the smallest erficacy therefore as your request shall e'r the bright coursers of the Sun have circled round the Universe be performed I hope well to your satisfaction till when and ever after ten thousand blessings wait upon the Divinest Mistress of him who is Your Virtues Admirer J. S. A Song 1. JEnny come away Jocky does call ye Our kine they do stray and lost will all be Unless thou Jenny come to the Field Where I se win thee if thou 'st yield 2. Come my bonny Lass the morning invites Smiling on the Grass to Love incites Geud Faith I se love thee many a day But cou'd not move thee Love to repay 3. Jocky I se hear thee and will come to thee Yet I se do sear me thou wilt undo me But if thou 'st do I se tell my Mother And she you know will tell thy Father 4. Prethee sweet fear nor Ise will be kind Jealousie wear not for thous wilt find Jocky constant yes and so loving That by this same kiss he 's ne'r be roving The true Symptomes of Love IF when thy Stomach calls to eat Thou cut'st thy fingers ' stead of meat And with much gazing on her face Dost rise an hungry from thy place By these acts thou dost discover That thou art a perfect Lover 2. If when she appears i' th' room Thou quak'st and presently art dumb And in striving this to cover Dost repeat thy words twice over Thou by this dost plain discover That thou art a perfect Lover A Dialogue between Cupid and Somnus the feigned Gods of Love and Sleep Cupid DRowsie wretch who buriest the World in sloth and like thy elder Brother Death stealest away those joys that are assigned for mortals happiness below how darest thou enter my Palace to rob my willing Lovers of those Delights which thou art never capable to give Haste hence by my all conquering shafts I thee command fly I say to humble Cottages where moiling Swains tired with the tedious labour of the day covet thy drowsie embraces Somnus Thou troubler of the World and enemy to rest thou hast not power to limit my universal Empire all Creation owes me homage nor can Natures self withstand my force the wakeful Warriers though surrounded with continual danger own my charming force and lulled by me repose on the cold ground as easie as upon Beds of Down when thou distractest mankind with strange desire tormentest him with anxious thoughts ten thousand fears and jealousies daily wait on thee death and ruine are frequently thy guests ushered in by lust stolen embraces breach of Wedlock Jealousie and Despair Cupid Thou hold Detracter hence or by my Mother Venus starry Eyes my winged shafts pointed with scorching feavers shall destroy thy drowsie Monarchy turn thy securest sleeps to broken slumbers and with ten thousand frightful dreams distract thee till thy Subjects fly thy yoak and willingly hasten to thy Brothers Death for his protection Somnus By the Worlds sweet Repose I fear not all thy force but laugh thee still to scorn and it shall henceforth be my business to joyn with Bacchus to the ruine of your feeble Empire Cupid Thy power 's too weak nor are thy charms of force With sleep a Love-sick feaver to divorce The Shepherds Address LOvely Maid best of any Of our Plains though thrice as many Vail to Love and leave denying Endless knots let fates be tying Such a face so fine a feature Kindest fairest sweetest creature Never yet was found but loving Oh! then let my plaints be moving Trust a Shepherd though the meanest Truth is best when she is plainest Love 's not Love with Vows contesting Faith is faith without protesting Time that all things doth inherit Renders each desert his merit If that fail in me as no man Doubtless time ne'r won a Woman Maidens still shou'd be relenting And once flinty still repenting Youth with youth is best combined Each one with his like best twined Beauty shou'd have beauteous meaning Ever that hope easeth ' plaining Unto you whom Nature dresses Needs no comb to smooth your tresses This way it may do its duty In your Locks to shade your beauty Do so and to love be turning Else each Heart for you 'll be burning A short and passionate Epistle WOnder nor Lady that in verse I write Since you more fair than my bright Muse incite My ravish'd Soul to muster all its power And at the shrine of your bright self implore The mighty favours that your bounties give To those that by your smiles do own they live Pardon my boldness then that I request You 'd bid me hope To make me ever blest For on your will both Life and Death depend Smiles to Elizium frowns to death can send Your devoted Servant G. L. An observation on Love HE 's frantique sure that truly says That he can love a tedious hour I mean not love in such short time decays But that it ev'ry moment shifts its Bower Who would not laugh at me If I should say I saw a flash of Powder Burn a day 2.
That 's worth our possessing Can Life be a blessing if Love were away Ah no! though our Love all night keeps us waking and though he torment us with cares all the day Yet he sweetens he sweetens our pains in the taking there 's an hour at the last an hour to repay 2. In every possessing So Heavenly a blessing in every possessing the fruit of our pain Poor Lovers forget long ages of anguish whate're they have suffer'd and done to obtain 'T is a pleasure a pleasure to sigh and to languish when we hope when we hope to be happy again 3. For Love is a Blessing That 's worth our possessing great Love is that Blessing for which we contend Incircled in pleasures to charms that are lasting how happy are Lovers that mutually bend Oh to manage to manage their loves without wasâ—ing those Heavenly Heavenly moments to spend Song 1. SO Ravishing fair is the Nymph that I love As spotless and Chaste as an Innocent Dove Adorn'd with bright Vertues and all that we prize Which first made me yield to her conquering eyes Such glorious perfections in a Mortal somet May charm the high Jove and his Juno defeat Her Smiles are so powerful they melt me like snow And make the strong Tydes of my passion o're-flow 2. But Oh! she proves cruel for when I request She turn'd away blushing whilest silence exprest That a Cloud of displeasure o're-cast her bright face Which otherwise Angel-like Nature did Grace So she makes me despair and lament my hard fate Whilest a thousand fond fancies my thoughts do create Oh! she stabs me with fears when I think on the power She has to destroy me o're whelm'd in Loves tower Song 1. WHither away my own Dick And whither away so laâ—e I 'm going to see my Nelly so wee l as I know the Gate So wee l as I know the Gate but better I ken the Gin For let me come early or late my Nelly will let me in 2. No sooner he was got in a black-Pudding's by the Fire Not one bit Dickey would Eat till Nelly had done his desire For Dickey he knew the way to open his Nelly's Ginn And if he came early or late his Nelly would let him in 3. Then Dickey he woo'd his Nelly and she did begin to smile He stroak'd her over the Belly and Nelly he did beguile For Dickey was grown so cunning to open his Nelly's Ginn And when he came early or late his Nelly would let him in Song 1. SAwny was tall and of Noble Race and lov'd me better than any e'ne But now he ligs by another Lass and Sawny will ne'r be my Love again I gave him a fine Scotch Sark and Band I gave him House I gave him Land I let him Angle in my Fish Pond But Sawny will ne'r be my Love again 2. I robb'd the Groves of all their store and Nosegays made to give Sawny e'ne He kist my breast and fain wou'd he more geud faith I thought him a bonny e'ne He squeez'd my Fingers grasp'd my Knee And carv'd my Name on each green Tree He sigh'd and he languish'd to lig by me Yet Sawny will ne'r be my Love again 3. My Bongrace and my Sun-burn'd Face he prais'd and also my Russet Gown But now he dotes on the Copper-Lace of some lewd Quean of London Town He gang'd and he gave her Curds and Cream Whilest I poor soul sat sighing at h'eme I se ne'r joy'd Sawny but in a Dream And Sawny will ne'r be my Love again Song 1. SMiling Phillis has an Air so engaging all men Love her But her hidden Beauties are wonders I dare nor discover So bewitching that in vain I endeavour to forget her Still she brings me back again And I daily Love her better 2. Beauty springs within her Eyes and from thence is always flowing Every minute doth surprize with fresh Beauties still allowing Were she but as kind as fair never Earth had such a Creature But I Dye with jealous Care And I daily Love her better Song 1. HOw Unhappy is my Fate forc'd by Honours proud alarms To storm Ambition does create and leave Dorinda's softer Charms Instead of Days and Nights of Love lull'd upon peaceful Beds of Down Must through a Thousand dangers rove and tho' I Conquer be o'rethrown For when Dorinda I must leave For time hath nothing more to give 2. Pleasant Groves and parting Streams made for Lovers kind Repose Songs and Kisses and sweet Dreams all these Blessings I must lose When Drums and Trumpets Ring my Knell and e'ry footstep is my Grave Then my Dorinda then Farewel and pity him Love could not save Tho' Fate oppos'd his Heart was true And dying sigh'd and thought of you Song 1. MAn that gains a Married Treasure Puts himself in Debt to Pleasure And by sordid Repetition Palls his Fancy in Fruition Houshold cares will always be distracting Women Mutinous and Exacting More than Husbands can allow'um Let them have their wills Abroad in Bed at Board Or you undoe them 2. Beauties Empire like the Cressant Should be Youthful Airy Pleasant They that love but for enjoying Feed their Lusts with Loves destroying Vertue should be still admiring Always constant and aspiring When they lose their Native freedom And their Beauties decoy'd Enjoy'd Destroy'd Fate ill does lead ' um Song 1. BLush not Redder than the Morning Though the Virgins give you warning Sigh not at the chance befel you Though they smile and dare not tell you Sigh not at the c. 2. Maids like Turtles love the Cooing Bill and murmur in their Wooing Thus like you they start and tremble And their troubl'd joys dissemble Thus like c. 3. Grasp the pleasure while 't is coming Though your Beauties now a blooming Lest old Time your joys do sever Ah! ah they part they part for ever Lest old time c. Song 1. THis Bumper to Bacchus we 'll drink it all round Whilest our cares in the streams of our pleasure are drown'd And our heads like the Glasses turn equally round 2. Damn the Ale and Tobacco 't is nothing but Wine Inspires a Mans Soul and makes a Divine It will Sacrifice us to fair Venus's shrine 3. Let Porters carouse in black Pispots whilest we Drink nought but the juice of the sacrific'd Tree To Bacchus and Venus we'll Votaries be 4. Let e'ry Man stand with his Bottle and suck Hang the Man that does sip let him drink like a Duck And when we 're all drunk we will range like a Buck Song 1. STrife hurry and noise that fills the lewd Town sure at last 't is time to give over And in the calm shades of the Country alone blest quiet and ease to recover 2. Smiling hopes idle fears and restless desires are the busie mans constant attendants What he vainly pursues the mind that retires already is come to the end on 't Song PHoebus God belov'd by Men At thy dawn every Beast is rouz'd in
crime which penitential tears can wash away were perpetrated than both to languish under the Torrid Zone of fierce desire with our a prospect of being fanned by cooler gales Having said thus much hoping you will consent I shall leave the management of the business to M. L. your Gentlewoman whom I have firmly engaged to our Interest and wait for the success on which depends my utmost happiness on this side Heaven Your Virtues Admirer and constant Slave J. S. The Letter having been with much difficulty delivered to the Lady she resolves upon an Escape and returns this Answer Sir THink not but I am as impatient of my confinement as you are of being restrained from visiting me and have long since contrived all means not prejudicial to my Honour whereby I might be freed from it but such is the harsh nature of my Father that he always has a watchful Eye over â—â—e nor is my Mother less against my matching with you both being the rather desirous that I should â—oyn in Wedlock with old age and infirmity to be Joyntured in a great Estate than any ways to procure my content but my Vows to you are past and shall never be recalled All the tormenting Racks scourging Whips or Circling Flames should they meet to make one torment compleat should never force me to a recantation and it were a sin to doubt you less constant therefore I resolve to put your counsel in practice though I were sure it would prove fatal to us both About ten in the evening I shall expect you provided with Horses under the Great Oak Fail not as you tender my Love and Honour Pardon my abrupt breaking off what more is requisite I hope to tell you by word of mouth e're Phoebus with his morning rays from the portals of the Eastern Skies gilds the flowry Plains Till when not doubting your constancy I remain Yours by Vows in the sight of Heaven M. G. A Letter sent to his Mistress with a pair of Gloves for â— Token on which commenting he expresses his Amours HOw happy are these skins that licence have To kiss those hands and fold those fingers brave Which to salute even Jove himself desires Longing with such warm snow to cool his fires These are too trivial Ornaments to shrowd Those hands o're which a bright refulgent cloud Thrown from the clear reflection of your Eyes The which the Sun and moon do equalize Ever adorns and obvious to the view Proves Juno's anger and Minerva's too Vouchsafe dear Saint what time you draw on these To think upon the dire perplexities Your Votary endures and now at last As those do clip your hands let him your waste An Epigram on an old Woman desirous of a young Husband HOw fain thou beautiful wouldst seem to be How dost thou Drink and Dance audaciously How unto wanton Cupid dost thou seek With Palsie note He in the beauteous cheek Of the now freshly-coloured Northern wench That well is skill'd in Prick-song does intrench For hasty he over the dry Oaks fleeth And runs from thee because thou 'st rotten Teeth Because that those thy wrinkles and the Snow Upon thy head do antiquate thee so That Tyrian Pearl no nor Precious Stones Can fetch again those times to thee which once The winged day hath very firmly clos'd In memorable Register depos'd Now lusty youths behold with mirth enough Thy long Light Taper wasted to a snuff Think on thy Grave in which one foot does tread And dream not Wanton of a Bridal bed Loves Conquest A New Song SEe what a Conquest Love has made Beneath the Myrtle Amorous shade The charming fair Corina lyes All melting in desire Quenching in tears the flaming Eyes That set the World on fire The Politick Lady to her Gallant upon her Husbands suspicion of too much familiarity Dear Love NOtwithstanding the prying Eyes of a Jealous Husband have in some Nature discovered our Amorous Intrigues yet such is my affection to you though with the preservation of my Honour that nothing shall totally divide us or hinder the mutual Joys which have been conceived since our hearts were linked in the eternal bonds of Love But the better to colour the business whilest the storms of Anger and Jealousie are blown over as you render my Honour let me conjure your absence lest the coals that are now scarcely kindled be blown into such a flame as will be exceeding difficult if not altogether impossible to extinguish but in the mean while be constant and assured of my love for though my body may be exposed to my Husbands use yet you shall ever be sole proprietor of my affections Even iâ— the midst of caresses and embraces my heart shall bâ— with you Therefore Sir as you tender my love and reputation be constant till time will admit of 〈◊〉 further happiness which I doubt not in a short time to bring about till when Sir I remain The better part yours E. I. His Answer Divinest Mistress ON whom all my thoughts have been employed how shall I in Gratitude express so many thanks and shower so many blessings on you as your care and love deserves Know thou beauteous treasure of my Soul on whose perfections I am still intent that I 'll rather make my bed on the cold Alps leap into fiery Aetna's Thunder-belching Jaws or be hurried rounâ— the Ocean in the belly of some monstrous Whale that do ought that may procure you a moments disquiet your commands my Good Angel shall be obeyed though like the Widow Turtle I 'll your absence mourn and fill the World with gales of sighs to cool the flames that scorch despairing Lovers As soon will I doubt the Creation of the Universe out of rude and undigested Chaos as your Constancy for 't is most certain Love has moulded both our Hearts in one our hearts are inseparably linked never to be divided but by death nor then for our concordant Souls freed from their clayey mansions by attractive Fire like Quick-silver put asunder will prove restless till they meet Therefore thou Centre of my Happiness farewell be swift in what you undertake for being thus divided by accursed Jealousie each moment will prove a day till we meet in loves happy Elizium but till then like labouring Mariners I 'll contend with all the Storms roar they ne'r so loud â—eing the happy Haven stands in view and will be â—oon recovered Madam eternally yours G. B. Love cured by disdain or the Scorner scorned PRoud Woman know that I am now above As much thy sordid anger as thy love I once did madly think thou hadst a face But when thou next shalt take thy Looking-glass If thou canst see at least through so much Paint Thou 'lt plainly see thou art no more my Saint Thy Eyes those glowring unmatch'd Twins shall be No more the false mis-leading fires to me Hope not you longer shall continue bright For with sharp Satyrs I 'll eclipse your light But this perhaps would signifie me
most humble nay why dost turn away Mistress What mean you Sir what 's your business with me Country-man Cocksbodakins my business why don't you know my business Why to wooe ye I thought your Father had told you my business long since Mistress To wooe me I think you said Pah Country man Yes to wooe ye kiss ye marry ye lye with ye Mistress Heiday the man 's in a fit sure pray Jane fetch a little cold water Maid No Madam he has only made so much haste that he forgot to serve his Hogs which makes him press his sute more earnestly that when he has dispatched this business he may do the other Country-man Ha baggage did not I give you a Groat to hold your tongue and will you still be prating Mind her not my dear but come sit down upon my knee and I 'll tell you more of my mind Mistress Stand off Sir I conjure you touch me not I say can you be so sottish to think I 'll be handled by a Hobgobling Country-man Ha a Hobgobling ha what can this mean Maid Madam he speaks from behind a board like a Chimney-sweepers broom Here take your Groat 't will serve to pay your Barber Country-man Say you so Gossip say you so Ho Jack saddle my Horse again Farewel ye scornful tits good buy to ye next time I come here again you shall learn more breeding you baggages you shall you shall Mistress Farewel old Clod pate Maid Good buy old Hobnails make haste home there 's a Hog i' th' Cupboard ha ha ha ha A New Song 1. HEnce idle fears let jealousie vanish The trouble of Life we quite will banish Gentle as Infant nature we 'll sleep Though we were toss'd on the Ocean deep Disquiet hence and troubles be gone And leave my Love for to rest alone 2. Until the Sun from the Eastern Skies To gild the Earth does gloriously rise Then to the Grove we 'l strait take our way And see how the pretty Birds do play Then imitate their happy billing In such delights as are past telling Upon the presentation of a Ring LAdy as endless is my Love as this Still circl'd round with hopes of happiness The Posie's deep engraven on my Heart With the sharp point of Cupid's flaming Dart. Yet fairer would this Golden Hoop appear If that a Jewel was but glittering there So you in Love's great Sphere would shine most bright If less severe and proner to delight To his scornful Mistress MAdam think you for scornful frowns I 'll bow No no my Vows of Love are cancell'd now Disdainful thing not worth my meanest thought You who so many have to ruine brought Know my just scorn of thee shall pay thee back That foolish pride that late my Soul did wrack With whilwinds of Despair I now have found Armour that 's proof Love has no power to wound A Breast so strongly fortified as mine Nor Venus make me offer at her shrine Those foolish fancies that so late possest My daring Soul and robb'd me of my rest Are vanish'd into Air quite lost their power And never more from me shall charm an hour Your Beauties are grown dull no more I 'll doat On your false Image 't is so small of note That still I cast it from me and despise The Picture in whose like such falshood lies A Letter from a person whose inequality in years render him obnoxious to the Lady he is in love with Madam IT is true time has silvered my Locks and as you say rendered me a relict of Antiquity yet the mind remains unchanged the eternal faculties of the Soul are still the same and what I want in Youth you may assure your self I shall make up in Experience Gold that powerful Charmer of Mankind I have in abundance fortune hath plentifully opened her hand and indued me with her lavish store all then that you can object is deficiency in performance of conjugal dues as for that if it so be I am not altogether to be rejected nor my ability doubted being in green old age For Lady know a man of sixty not decayed by distempers is as capable of pleasing a young Lady as a youth whose virility is wasted by perpetual intemperance Therefore young Mistress in expectation of your better respect to him who is your servant I rest till you take further consideration E. G. Her Answer Sir I Can but wonder that a man in his declining years should be so much overseen as to court a Virgin in the summer season of her Youth and Beauty as well may July and December admit of a contracted union as we Can you imagine that I so little regard the sweets of Life as to pine all my days whilest other Virgins perhaps my Inferiours surfeit on Love's charming repasts No I value not your Riches true content is all my desire and without that all things are ineffectual Therefore Sir I would have you leave off your suit and ease your self of those disquiets that are evermore attendant upon courtship for the sake of your own repose for certain it is I will never marry to age and consequently infirmity though my friends should importune me never so Your friend if you desist E. M The Love-sick Youth to his Mistress Madam I Love you oft my Eyes have told The scorching feavers that my heart infold No pow'rs of Art can cure my great distress All Arts have left me now quite remed'less Like fam'd Achilles Spear 't is only you That gave the Wound can give the Balsome too Knew you what dreams my nightly slumbers break What direful thoughts my daring Courage shake So easily you 'd not resent my pain And let me thus in fruitless Love complain Alas What have I done that thus you make My torments such as Lovers Tongues can't speak What is my fault bright Angel say my crime Have I delay'd or over-slipp'd my time If so upon the swiftest wings of Fame With hasty flight I will retrieve the same Torment me not not before my guilt be known To me bright Star too well your charms are known No more you need to blazonize your power For 't is but you ' mongst all that I adore Song 1. HEnce idle fancies perplex me no more I 've loved now too long and 't is time to give o're Those Joys they are fruitless and ever deceive Which from the feign'd blessings of Love we derive Disdain I 've long courted but will do no more I 'm now too well skill'd to be gull'd as before 2. All idle fancies are vanish'd away And I benighted at last have found day All idle conceits that breed Love are now gone And Wisdom the Scepter does sway all alone Nor ever shall folly perswade me to love Unless 't be those Joys that are placed above Upon a Letter sealed with a Heart BRight Mistress when the outside I beheld And saw a Heart I thought it had been kill'd But looking further 't was not mine I found Because
any ways dejected neither attribute absence from any wilful neglect for certain it is no earthly creature is more happy than I in being ascertained of the constant affections of so divine a Lady as your self therefore it shall be my diligence speedily to dispatch my most urgent occasions and then will fly to you with all the wings of eager Love till when ten thousand joys and blessings shower upon my Divine Mistress Your constant and loyal Servant never to alter till Death J. B. An Ode MIraculous what love me one whole day I do expect thou'lt antedate thy vow To morrow and wilt say I find that even now We are not those we were Or that a Lover may forswear For as true Deaths true Marriages untye So if you 'll dare the truth to justifie Love's contracts like to those Bind but till sleep Death's Image does unloose â—aving thus purpos'd falshood you Can ne'r be true Practise thy worst of change I 'll alter too Perfect Beauty 1. SO looks the Virgin Rose When cherish'd by the Genial truth Her Crimson Beauties do disclose As do the Ruby portals of her mouth 2. Which When she doth unfold Two bright transparent Rows Of Pearl you may behold From which a breath of Amber flows 3. A more than Tyrian Purple Doth o'respread Her Lips which softer are Than the Swans down and smoother far 4. The costly juice that dwells In Oriental shells To them looks pale That are so purely red 5. Fair Cheeks that look Like blushing Roses plac'd In purest Ivory Or Coral within Snow inchac'd 6. The Glory of the spring Grows pale and languishing For Envy so out-shin'd By her to be 7. Powerful Triumphant Eyes That in two Crystal Prisons do contain Death in a frowns disguise How gladly wou'd I dye To be by those Eyes slain 8. Delightful Cruelty of those all-charming Eyes Who daily try Their potency Yet gently Tyrannize A pleasant Letter sent to a person upon the Death of his Wife to divert him from Melancholy FAith Tom I lately was acquainted with the good News of thy slipping out at the back-door of Purgatory which thou never couldst have done had not Death befriended thee by charming thy Guardiâ—ness into a perpetual slumber How couldst thou propose to thy self any felicity whilest thou cohabitedst with storms and Tempests Why man thy house might have been really termed Boreas's Cave for whilest she lived all thy affairs were a heap of confusion and disorder nothing but struggling whirlwinds murmured within thy habitation and whenever they broke loose disturbed the neighbouring Villagers at so rude a rate as if a Hurricane had been amongst them Well I think thou mayest count this thy year of Jubilee and keep an Anniversary in commemoration of thy deliverance But if you say though she was bad yet the ties of Love and Nature oblige you to grieve for her and thou wilt suffer Penance for her sake imitate the Widow Turtle never marry again lest your second folly upbraid you more than the former Yours Tom wishing you a merry Life and to continue free from care D. P. In veneration of Age. HEnce you profaners of all sacred things Let them be blotted let Fame's nimble Wings Ne'r bear their praises who dare Age despise Age that is still the glory of the wise Which is esteem'd for ever What can be More venerable than Antiquity The World 's more priz'd the older it does grow In it more Wisdom Riches Strength do flow Age leads us to Heavens everlasting Gate Where Snow-hair'd Patriarchs and Apostles wait For to convey us to the Throne of bliss Surrounded with Eternal Happiness A Dialogue between two Lovers Pandolphus and Astella Pandolphus BRightest of the Creation how long must I languish e're you will cast on me a pitying Eye Astella Sir I know not your meaning Pandolphus My meaning my good Angel if without offence I may explain it is to know how long I must love e'r I shall obtain your love in requital In requital did I say O pardon my presumption Madam for all â—â—at I can do is too mean an oblation to make satisfaâ—tion for the smallest of your favours but since it is â—awful for Subjects to petition Princes for things laâ—â—â—l to be granted so I am bold to ask your love â—nough should you over-bless me by bestowing it oâ—â—e I have nothing to make requital but a constant will and obedient resolution to serve you Astella Alas Sir I am yet in green years and am ignorant that Love means and must be better instructed in â—hat affair by taking counsel of those that are wiser â—â—an my self Pandolphus Ah Madam Love himself is the greatest master in â—â—e Universe and consequently best able to instruct 〈◊〉 would you but listen to him Astella No I dare not for I have often been told that he â—â—â—s all manner of Cruelty towards his Disciples by â—â—â—icting them with strange Imaginations tormenting â—â—â—rs wracking Jealousies Despair and a thousand â—â—ch like insufferable tortures Pandolphus O you mistake Lady or at least have heard the buâ—â—ness but by halves for that is never but when you â—â—â—dles are cruel to mankind that Love 's severe for â—â—en you prove gracious and like giving powers â—â—ed your smiling influences on us there is not in the â—â—eation such a blessing as Lovers hearts united Astella Alas I dare not try nor dare I longer parley for I feel something trembling at my Heart Pandolphus Nay leave me not my bright Star by whose Light I steer my course hoping my relenting Fair at last to Anchor in the Haven of my Happiness Astella Pardon me Sir I 'm indisposed and must retire Pandolphus And can you leave me my good Genius Can you withdraw that Heavenly face without affording 〈◊〉 one smile by gazing on which I enjoyed so much felicity Do and give me Death Astella No you must live Ah I feel a yielding in my Breast I am betray'd by an Enemy within Pandolphus And must I live then and hast thou smiled upon me and revived with thy sweet influence my drooping Soul Blest for ever blessed be the moment wherein you showered such a favour on the meanest of your Slaves O may this moment last for ever or at leâ— be eternized in the registers of Fame Astella Pray Sir leave off these Rhapsodies and for thâ— time we must part though I forbid you not to hope what another meeting may produce Sir for thiâ— time fraewel Pandolphus Go then my brightest Sun since thou leavest behind thee such blooming hopes of happiness and may ten thousand blessings wait on every step thou makest till the happy time we meet again till when I 'll riot on those pregnant hopes thou hast lavishly bestowed upon me A young Gentleman debarred from the sight of his Mistress thus confers with her by Letter Divine Mistress HOw justly have I cause to term my self unhappy since I find my self cast down from the height of felicity before I had perfectly attained it
For Love like Lightning's hot and cold It comes and goes both at one time It 's in a moment bought and sold And ever-fading in its prime 'T is got 't is lost 't is got And lost again And for a moments joy Gives days of pain The Invocation ECho sweet Nymph that livest unseen Within thy Airy Cell By slow Meander's Margent Green And in each fair inamell'd vail Where sweet Harmonious Philomel Nightly to thee her ravishments does tell 2. Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair That bright as thy Narcissus are Oh if you have Hid them in some flowry Cave Tell me but where Sweet Queen of Parly Daughter of the Sphear So mayst thou be translated to the Skies And give resound to Heavenly Harmonies An Epigram SIllius has brought from strange and barren Lands A black and swarthy Wench with many hands The which he does in Golden Letters say That she 's his dearest Wife not stoln away He might have sav'd Heaven knows with small discretion The Paper and the Ink and his Confession For none that doth behold her face and making Would judge she e'r was stâ—â—n but by mistaking A Gentleman being reduced to the point of Death by his Mistresses disregard of his passion may thus express himself to move her pity Divinest Mistress I Have sent you in this Paper a gale of sighs to kindle the flames of Love in your Breast though I would not have them equalize mine who know no mean but make me all a Torrid Zone frying in a continual Feaver whose heat has near dried up the springs of Life and will at last prove my Funeral Pile where Phoenix-like I shall in self-kindled flames expire unless you by sympathizing do abate their ardour you whose Eyes like Burning-glasses first inflamed my Soul at a distance can only give me rest therefore fair Lady as you tender my Life and would be eternized in the Book of Fame for raising him from the brink of the Grave whom all Apollo's cannot secure from death Let your Mercy over ballance your rigour And so Lady in expectation of your commiseration I remain Your languishing Lover J. B. A short entertainment of Love In a Dialogue between Calidon and Celia Celia YOur Complaints which trembled through my Ears have had the power to alter both my will and mind so that I am now resolved to give your services their recompence And if my angry Parents will openly permit the celebration of the joyful ceremony I am resolved to marry you in private and to permit you to rifle all the stores of Love whilest your intended Rival failing in his expectation languishes and feeds on empty thought Calidon Bright soul of Love Mistress of all perfection Nature's Master-piece and Earth's unvaluable Jewel what recompence can worthless me return for such an inestimable favour nothing but an endless and boundless Love can make the least return of Gratitude therefore be assured my Life shall be but one great study and that shall be in considering how I may in some measure recompence your goodness Celia Why all these ceremonious Complements and quaint expressions you know long since you have been sole proprietor of my affections and now nothing but the sacred tye of Wedlock remains to compleat our mutual felicities and that shall be performed whenever my love pleases Calidon To morrow then be thou the happy day may Phâ—ebus from the East ascend with smiles as on the Infant World and may each propitious Star from his Eternal Sphere shed all his influence on Mankind and Edenize the Universe To morrow my dearest and till then a thousand blessings wait upon my Love Celia To morrow my only joy shall those bands be tyed which shall render our joys as perfect as our first Parents were in Paradise and till then farewel thou sole possessor of my heart Calidon Farewel my only joy and highest hope on this side Heaven A Sonnet 1. COme away blest Souls no more Feed your Eyes with what is poor 'T is enough that you have blest What was rude what was undrest And created with your Eyes Out of Chaos Paradise 2. These Trees no Golden Apples give Here 's no Adam here 's no Eve Not a Serpent dares appear Whilest you please to carry here Oh then sit and take your due These the first-fruits are that grew In this Eden and are thrown On this Altar as your own Song 1. STrife hurry and noise that fills the lewd Town Sure at last 't is time to give over And in the calm shades of the Country alone Blest quiet and ease to recover 2. Smiling hopes idle fears and restless desires Are the busie mans constant attendants What he vainly pursues the mind that retires Already is come to an end on 't The excellence of Virtue A Poem HEnce gaudy Beauty outside fairness hence All thou canst do is but to please one sense But Vertue centres i' th' Eternal mind 'T is such a Mine as India ne'r confin'd Nor Tagus Golden Sands could yet compare To that rich treasure which the Vertuous share 'T is all Elizium the path-way to Heaven That best of gifts that was to Mortals given Song 1. WHen busie Fame o're all the plains Parthenia's praises rung And on their Oaten Pipes each Swain Her matchless praises sung The envious Nymphs were forc'd to yield She had the sweeter face No emulous disputes they held But for the second place 2. Young Coridon whose stubborn Heart No Beauty e'r could move But smil'd at Cupid's Bow and Dart And brav'd the God the God of Love Wou'd view this Nymph and pleas'd at first Such silent charms to see With wonder gaz'd then sigh'd and curst His curiosity Song 1. SMiling Phillis has an Air So inchanting all men love her But her hidden Beauties are Wonders I dare not discover So bewitching that in vain I endeavour to forget her Still she brings me back again And I daily love her better 2. Kindness springs within her Eyes And from thence is always flowing Every minute does surprize With fresh Beauties still a blowing Were she but as true as fair Never man had such a treasure But I die with jealous care In the midst of all my pleasure 3. Free and easie without pride Is her language and her fashion Setting gentle Love aside She 's unmov'd with any passion When she says I have her Heart Though I ought not to believe her She so kindly plays her part I cou'd be deceived ever An Apprentice who has left his Master to ramble and finding his folly may thus sollicite by Letter to be again received into favour Sir NOt without abundance of sorrow and remorse do I think of the happy state from which my youthful â—ollies have transposed me nor am I unsensible of the â—iseries I have sustained since I left your service thereâ—ore though with shame and confusion of face I implore you once more to receive your wanderer and â—ay double diligence shall I well hope make
so rare For scandal can't touch the chaste and the fair So scarce are the Joys Love's Alembeck do fill And Roses are sweetest when brought to the Still The merry Topers A Song 1. TO Bacchus we drink Come fill 't to the brink Let a rummer go round whilest we 're merry Let Misers take care We never will spare But round let it go till we 're weary O 't is brisk Wine That makes us divine Then fill up a Bumper of Sherry 2. Round round let it go Above and below Whilest Stars they the Skies do bespangle The Moon she gives light Whilest we pass the night And scorn all such Sots as will wrangle Here Will here 's to you Gra ' mercy true blue No care shall our thoughts now entangle A Dialogue between a Country Justice and his Chaâ—ber-maid Justice BEtty Is' t not almost Supper-time Betty Yes Sir the Bell has just rung seven Justice Well then there 's an hour good eight is a seasonable time but hark Betty what haste are you in Pray stay a little nay you shall stay Yes and sit down by me nay nay ye little baggage I am resolved to touze ye Betty For Heavens sake Sir what mean you Fie fie Sir oh oh you hurt me Nay Sir pray Sir be ciâ—il Sir or I 'll cry out upon my Maiden-head Sir I will Justice Ay ay thy Maidenhead why faith ye little Rogue that 's the thing I 'd be upon too Betty Ay Sir that I believe but there 's but one way to come at it Justice All that I know very well and that way I 'll soon find if you 'll let me but alone Betty Nay Sir but you mistake my meaning my meaning is Vertuous and you suppose otherwise Justice A pescods on Vertue don't talk of Virtue now for that 's a thing that this age has turned out of doors but prethee seeing thou hast a meaning let us have it Betty Why Sir the way to my Maiden-head must be through the fore-door of Matrimony Justice Matrimony Cunning baggage will nothing less than three thousand a year purchase it then Betty No Sir no less than your self and all your Estate can signifie any thing as to that particular and the bargain perhaps may be worth it for though I shall bring no equal portion yet you shall have all my Love and be all my care and I 'll be as saving as you can wish Justice Well thou art such a piece of temptation that I must purchase thee let it be at what rate it will and since I find thee Vertuous here are twenty Broad pieces to provide you with necessaries and let Thursday next be the day Betty Yes Sir and thank ye too ten thousand times O how how I shall dream and long whilest Thursday comes Pray Heaven Sir your mind don't alter Justice No ye pretty Rogue by this kiss it shall not but at this time I must to my Closet in the mean while see things set in order Betty Doubt not my diligence Ha three thousand pounds a year and lye with my Master to boot these are brave things Well now had I been an easie fool and suffered him to have rifled my Ware-house before-hand it would never have been but I perhaps when my Belly had begun to wamble had been packed off into some far Country with five or ten pound Therefore young Lasses that advanc'd would be Keep close your Legs till Hymen makes you free To act and then you joyful days may see An old Woman to her youthful Lover sends this Epistle Sir SInce your vows of Love and serious protestations have grafted you into my good opinion your neglect and disrespect towards me has been no small part of my grief if you could not have fancied me why did you use so many powerful arguments to rouze my dying embers of desire into a flame Sure it is that my treasure might be sufficient to cover the imperfections of Nature if any such your prying eyes have found or if any thing else has been the cause of estranging you from my company at least be so kind as let me know it and if it cannot be removed to your satisfaction I 'll be content to undergo your scorn and bear my sufferings with patience therefore hoping that you 'll still prove kind as at first and perform your voâ—â— I rest Your perplexed friend and admirer M. I The Christmas ramble IN Cold December when sharp frosts invade The shivering World Nature's decrepit made By Winters Icy hands all things seem'd dead Each Plant and Tree hung down its drooping head Then through the streets as I was wandring late A brisk young Lass there standing at a Gate Took pity of me kindly call'd me in Yet 't was a place where ne'r before I 'd been No sooner entred was I but a fire Rais'd by a World of roasting Apples higher The first thing was that came unto my view The next was brisk good nappy Ale 't is true Then down I set me by my Mistress side In loving sort and found she was a Bride And yet a Virgin for it was her hard fate To match with one that could not pass the Gate No further than the Porch and there in vain Flutt'ring gave her just cause for to complain Which when I knew I pitty'd her hard case And softly laid my cheek unto her face When she with low whisper in my ear Told me she long'd she long'd ay for an heir And to procure one she no Gold would spare I lik'd the motion absence gave me scope And boldly to her Bell I fix'd my Rope And rung her such a Peal she well was pleas'd And all her grievances were quickly eas'd In such good sort that Angels fill'd my purse And then in loving wise we did discourse After a long Carouse the Cuckolds health Went freely round who dreamt not of Loves stealth But time still wasting we at last must part Although she left me with a bleeding heart Begging I 'd call whene'r I came that way To lend her Lambs-wool and she 'd Gold repay Loves force A Poem WHen happy time in Eden first began Heavens choicest blessing was reserv'd for man Glorious as Sun-beams from the Orient Skies Vertue and Beauty did at once surprize His dazled Soul ten thousand blessings met â—n one bright female there before him set Love conquer'd him who did the World command On Loves firm Basis Crowns and Scepters stand Each haughty Monarch yields unto his power His Deity all Mortals must adore Bright Angels sing before th' Eternal Throne His Songs unto the sacred Trine in One. Then he has power Yes power beyond degree To captivate us when we seem most free Such strange Inchantments as do baffle art â—lake Monarchs yield and pierce the warriours heart Which none but those that feel them can impart The angry Lady to her unconstant Lover Sir KNow I loved you once and prized you far above all mankind but since you prove perfidious I â—low
Young-mans happy Hand is in And now they have staked all their joys She 's the loser for she crys She 's the loser c. 5. And now she wins a tempting sight Has won her Lap full of Delight To deeper play she urges on But alas his stake's all gone But alas c. 6. And now she locks her Cabinet But he will play another set And now his hand is in again You know you know what I mean You know c. Song 1. GOddess Minerva Wise austere Sober Valiant Chaste and Fair We bring thee here A kind a young a lovely pair Who beg thy leave to joyn their Hands In Chaste and Holy Marriage Bands 2. Oh let him be active Fire Ever Burning in Desire Ever free ever free ever free From any smoak of Jealousie Let her be Water soft to all his touches Ever Hot when he approaches When he takes away his Eye Ever froze with Chastity When he takes c. 3. Mild and humble let her flow Ne'r let Tempest curb her Brow Love possess her Tender Heart And ne'r let Love and Beauty part Love possess c. The Goddess great now joyn their hands In Chaste and Holy Marriage-Bands A Catch COme Boys fill us a Bumper We 'll make the Nations roar She 's grown sick of a Rumper That sticks upon the old score Pox of Fanaticks rout 'um They thirst for our Blood We 'll raise Taxes without 'um And Drink for the Nations good Fill the Pottles and Gallons And bring the Hogshead in We 'll begin with a Tallen A brimmer to the King Song 1. JOy to the Bride-groom fill the Skies With pleasing sounds of welcome joys Joy to the Bride a lasting bliss And every day may prove like this 2. You that enjoy the beauteous fair Be true to Love and eke take care For that which plagues a Woman most Is when her expectation 's crost 3. Never was Marriage Joys Divine But when two does in one combine He that proves false himself does cheat Like sick that taste but cannot eat 4. What is a Maiden-head O what Of which weak fools so often prate Oh 't is a Virgins pride and boast That ne'r was found but when 't was lost Song OH Love thou art a Treasure Should Constancy remain But for an hour of Pleasure We feel an Age of pain How eager is the Lover But when his joys are over Poor Women do discover The Vows of Men are vain Song 1. HAil to the Myrtle shades All hail to the Nymphs of the Field Kings will not here Invade Though Vertue all Freedom yield Beauty here opens her Arms To soften the languishing mind And Phillis Unlocks her Charms Ah! Phillis so fair and Unkind 2. Phillis the Soul of Love The joys of the Neighbouring Swain Phillis that Crowns the Grove And Phillis that gilds the Plain Phillis that ne'r had the skill To paint and to patch and be fine Yet Phillis has Eyes can Kill Whom Nature has made Divine 3. Phillis whose Charming Tongue Makes labour and pain a delight Phillis that makes the Day long And shortens the live-long Night Phillis whose lips like May Still laugh at the sweets that they bring Whilest love never knows decay But thence flows Eternal Spring The Muses Seasonable Advice to a hopeful couple upon their entering into the State of Matrimony WHen Infant Nature had the World array'd And Heav'ns Eternal Wisdom all had made Earth flourish'd fragrant and the gaudy skies SPangl'd with shining fires that fall and rise As the Creator bid the boundless main Stor'd with bright Fish Beasts sported on each plain When lightly plum'd through tracts of fluid air The Fowl themselves on out-stretch'd pinions bare And all Creation smil'd to be so fair Then Nuptial Joys in Eden first began Heav'ns choicest blessing last reserv'd for man The Worlds first Virgin did his Soul surprize And artless Beauty wounded with her Eyes Then Love was Nature Art no room could find To discompose the motions of the mind Then Jealousie and all the puny cares That now wrack Lovers with ten thousand fears Were uncreated all was Peace and Love Their Souls in equal ballances did move And sympathiz'd with the bless'd Joys above By springs of Nectar in Ambrosial shade The first dear pledge of Sacred rites was paid And Nature's dictates were with Joy obey'd Amidst ten thousand transports which the whiles Danc'd on soft kisses glances whispers smiles Nor was the Worlds sole Lord at all renown'd E'r he with such transcendant Joys was crown'd Then you that are their Off-spring imitate The Worlds first Parents in their happy State Calm be your minds smooth as the Halcyon Seas Let Loves Eternal Monarch rule in peace Let Winter storms ne'r lodge on eithers brow Banish suspicion let pale envy bow And all her hissing snakes for grief expire Because they cannot quench Loves sacred fire Nor by their thousand ways gain their desire Be ever kind give Love still larger room To plant new Joys that are as yet to come Your hearts in concord now so firmly bind That dire harsh discord may no entrance find Stop all the passages but that to Love Let your kindness still transparent prove In that blest path the brightest Angels move So you of Heavenly Joys may taste on Earth For all in Heaven is Love and Sacred Mirth So may your numerous Off-spring tell your praise And high as Pyramids your vertues raise I' th' Brass leav'd Book of Fame which ne'r decays The surprized Lover to his Mistress FAir Mistress ah see sighs attend my Quilâ— Silence and sighs are Loves Preludiums still Ghost-like Love-wanderers where its treasure lyes Speak wou'd it fain but anxious thoughts denies And all it can 's the language of the Eyes Whilest through those Opticks pointed Beauties find Swift passage soon into th' Eternal Mind And there a thousand sleeping passions rouze To all of which our better Genius bows So whilest that in mystick ways I trod Gazing about in Loves precarious Road Struck by the Lightening of your Eyes from far Soon found I all within was Civil War The greater faculty strong lodg'd long strove But all at last bow'd to Victorious Love Who from the Conqu'rer now has won the field And I who rarely did submissly yield Finding like India's Natives heretofore I 've strove to purchase Glass with Gems and Ore But thank my better Stars those hours are past And I have found the Pearl of Pearl at last The disappointed Ladies Letter to her Gallant Sir HAve I thus long maintained you upon the spoil of my Husbands Estate fed you with delicates beyond Roman luxuries and can you for all this prove Ingrateful think you that I am ignorant of the cause of your neglect no I know the new Venus you adore and unless a speedy reformation be wrought in you am resolved to prosecute you both with the utmost malice that a Womans Inveteracy is capable of inventing or that Despair and Jealousie can bring to light
his Den At thy Setting all the Birds of thy absence complain And we dye all dye till the morning come again Phoebus God belov'd by Men Idol of the Eastern Kings Awful as the God who flings His Thunders round and Lightning wings God of Songs and Orphean strings Who to this Mortal Bosom brings All Harmonious Heavenly things Thy drowsie Prophet to Revive Ten thousand thousand Forms before him drive With Horses and Chariots all O Fire awake him Convulsions and Furies and Prophecies shake him Let him tell it in Groans tho' he bend with the load Tho' he burst with the weight of the terrible God Song 1. HAil mighty Venus at whose Shrine To offer up is my design A Virgins Rose which blooming long Has rais'd those wishes Love made strong And now I dare no longer stay But must thy great Commands obey 2. Oh! see the Youth whose conqu'ring Charms Have made me yield unto his Arms He comes he comes I can no more Yet in Loves Field must not give o're Methinks that glance shot from his Eyes Confirm'd my Soul Loves Sacrifice 3. Oh me I Sigh but all in vain Till Loves strong Cordial ease my pain Then gallant Youth make haste away What means this slight Delay That unregarded Sacred Fire Upon Loves Altar must expire 4. Oh! now methinks I have him fast And we transporting moments waste Methinks we in each other breathe Our mutual Souls and so bequeath The mutual portions of fair Love Yet Oh! methinks too weak they prove Song 1. A Maid they say is an easie thing and by Youngsters will quickly be led With fair pretences as in a string to play at Balls with her Maiden-head Putting the Raiser in with her Hand And when she has it within Command Then by her Art conjure it to stand And yet let it never suffer Pain 2. When she has order'd all things fit and by her Liker contentment found Twice in a place the Raiser she 'll hit catching the Balls at an equal Rebound Puffing and Panting Fold on the Game Till she has made her Play-mate tame And worsted hang down his Head for shame And yet let it never suffer pain 3. Therefore let all Youngsters know although it shou'd be as they say Yet they must yield when they charge us below for Three to One we can hold 'um in Play Whilest our Courage active appears We make them still to us in Arrears Yet leave them nothing stiff but their Ears Notwithstanding they dare not complain Song 1. FArewel Ungrateful Traytor farewel my perjur'd Swain Let never Injur'd Creature believe a Man again The pleasure of possessing Surpasses all expressing But Joy's too short a Blessing and love too long a pain But Joy's too short c. 2. T is easie to Deceive us in pity of your pain But when we love you leave us to Rail at you in vain Before we have Descry'd it There is no Bliss beside it But she that once has try'd it will never love again But she that c. 3. The passion you pretended was only to obtain But when the Charm is ended the Charmer you disdain Your love than ours was easier Till we have lost our Treasure But Dying is a pleasure when living is a pain But Dying c. Song 1. AS on his Death-Bed gasping Strephon lay Strephon the wonder of the Plains The noblest of th' Arcadian Swains Strephon the noblest wittiest and the gay With many a sigh and many a tear he said Remember me ye Shepherds when I 'm dead 2. Ye trifling Glories of the World adieu And vain applauses of the Age For when we quit this Earthly Stage Believe me Shepherds for I tell you true Those pleasures which from vertuous deeds we havâ— Procure the sweetest slumbers in the Grave 3. Then since this fatal hour will surely come Surely your Heads lye low as mine Your bright Meridian Sun Decline Beseech the mighty Pan to guide you home If to Elizium you would Happy flye Live not like Strephon but like Strephon Dye Song 1. WHy how now Rogue what make you here Woon you ware your penny for a flaggon of beer Good faith with all his heart if I could but tell where 2. Ween you gang to yond Wheather which hangs by the middle So we 'll Fuddle our Noses and Drink to Old Sibyl And saith we would Dance if we had but a Fiddle 3. Hoy Hostler hoy Hostler are you within Ods-flesh he is Drunk which makes him so grim You are welcome kind Sir will you please to walk in 4. Come fill us a Flaggon o' th' best in the House And bring us some Bread with a great deal of Sowse Or else for the Shot we 'll not give you a Lowse 5. Come Honest Rogue and sit by the sire A pox of the Devil the Pope and the Fryar To have settled Times is all we Desire Song THink not dear Love that I 'll reveal Those hours of pleasure we two steal Nor Eye shall see nor yet the Sun Descry what thee and I have done Nor Ear shall hear of Love but we As silent as the Night will be The God of Love himself whose Dart Doth first wound mine and then thine heart Shall never know what we can tell What sweets in stoln embraces dwell Song 1. GReat Monmouth's a Duke so flush'd with Renown Tho' Fortune rebuke he fears not her frown His Conquering Laurels are green on his brow Tho' Fate with him quarrels his Vertue'll ne'r bow 2. Brave Conduct in Arms and Glory in Field Like Mars in alarms his Sword he does wield Brave causes attend him where ever he goes Victoria defends him i' th' midst of his foes 3. So dreadful in War a Prince of such Fame That none can compare with his Victorious Name Then let him for ever in happiness dwell And may the Fates never against him Rebel c. Song 1. LIve long the great Caesar and long may he reign His Throne let the Sword of bright Justice sustain And Jehova protect with his powerful Arm And guard him secure from all dangers and harm Of daz'ing Angels let Legions surround And let him with Conquests and glory be Crown'd 2. Let Majesty shine with its sparkling Rays On his Sacred Head let the flourishing Bays Of Triumph and Honour for ever be green And let his proud Foes in Confusion be seen To fly from his face Let Rome no more date To send forth her Agents a Prince to insnare 3. In whom all the Graces are jointly combin'd Whom thou as a pattern hast set to mankind But let the vile Pope and his Jesuite Train Be silenc'd in Darkness whilest Caesar does Reign Oh! let his proud Foes be consum'd in their pride Whilest under his Scepter we safely abide Song HOnours a Toy 't is Vertue is all Without it the other is nothing at all Or at the most is wanderous small Pleasure and treasure admit of a seizure But Vertue to casualties is not at leisure Song 1. TRiumphant
and my obedience hastens me hence Damon Stay my brightest Sun obscure not thy lustre till I 'm past this Maze this endless Labyrinth of confused thought Oh I read it in thy Eyes those two bright wandering fires that lead me into Loves wide Wilderness where Hermit-like I must spend the remainder of my days O that such Beauty should be made a sacrifice to Parents wills Phillis No more Sir I must be gone and to put you out of doubt he that you term your Rival is the man who must and shall enjoy me therefore henceforth cease your fruitless addresses Damon And is it so farewel for ever then farewel yet I must wear thy Chains Nor by having such a treasure is his life free from danger by all the Gods he that has traduced me in my Love shall fall a Sacrifice to my Revenge and next I 'll dye my self yet for thy sake me thinks I could put up a thousand wrongs therefore I must not stay leâ—t I relent Phillis Farewel angry Sir go spend your rage elsewhere your Rival dreads you not your feeble power is ill wedded to your will and know for this henceforth you never shall behold my face unless transient A doubtful discovery of passionate Love Lady I Doubt not but that you have discerned some alterations in me and that the goodness of your disposition has made you partaker of my sufferings but the way to relieve I fear is otherwise than you imagine and if I fail now of your assistance there is no hope of remedy for me but in death I assure my self you cannot but wonder at this language and that 't is not to be questioned but you will demand an explication but if you had never known what it is to be in love you may well think I would never have acquainted you with my passion lest it should have moved you to laughter But well knowing you are not ignorant of their sufferings who languish under the Torrid Zone of Cupid's Indignation I shall not spare to tell you I love you and will expect from your fair lips the Sentence of Life and Death In expectation of which I remain between Hope and Despair Divine Lady your ever Adorer J. L. Her Reply Sir I Received your Letter and for some time considered the contents and indeed as you intimate I could not but wonder that you being altogether a stranger to me should make your first address by way of Letter and that you should be in love with one with whom you never had the least converse yet if your intent be virtuous I would not have you altogether despair for my doors are never shut against such whose pretensions are founded on Virtue So I remain Virtues admirer E. G. The Invocation A Rise my Cloris from thy shady bower The rosie Morning purples o're the World And Flora raises every drooping flower That sable night on the Earth's bosome hurl'd The Birds in Amorous Descant through each Grove In sweetest notes thy praises warble forth And do incite thee to be kind and love Whilest I extol thee for thy wondrous worth Song CAlm was the Evening and clear was the Sky And new budding flowers did spring When all alone went Amyntas and I To hear the sweet Nightingale sing I sate and he lay'd him down by me And scarcely his breath he could draw But when with a fear He began to draw near He was dash'd with a ha ha ha 2. He blush'd to himself and lay still for a while For his Modesty curb'd his desire But strait I convinc'd all his fears with a smile And added new flames to his fire Ah Sylvia said he you are cruel To keep a poor Lover in awe Then once more he prest With his hand on my Breast But was dash'd with a ha ha ha 3. I knew 't was his passion that caus'd all his fear And therefore I pittied his case I whispered softly there 's no body near And I lay'd my cheek close to his face But as he grew bolder and bolder A Shepherd came by us and saw And just as our bliss Began with a kiss He burst out with a ha ha ha A short Letter in verse Divinest Mistress WHom the powers above Have made and fashion'd only fit for love Pitty the man who wounded by your Eyes Does languish and without relief soon dies No power can save if you with frowns will kill For Life and Death depend upon you still Yours till Death E. G. Madam LOng have I courted you but I fear in vain for my Love has been still returned with scorn which makes me with reason suspect that my happy Rival enjoys the blessing which I so long have humbly requested though without the recompence of one smile If it be so Lady keep me not in pain but let me know my doom pronounce the fatal word that like a Thunder-bolt can crush me into Atomes for by the hope of your favour alone I live and in the very moment am ascertained to lose it for ever I shall be no more desirous of Life but willingly acquiesce to slumber in the Grave In expectation of your Answer Divinest of the Creation I remain Yours to command J. S. Song in two parts between Damon and Daphne Damon COme my Daphne come away We do waste the Glorious day 'T is Damon calls Daphne What says my Love Damon Come follow to the Myrtle Grove Where Venus shall prepare New Chaplets to adorn thy hair Daphne Damon were I shut in a Tree I 'd break the bark to follow thee Damon My Shepherdess make hast The Minutes fly too fast Let 's to those cooler shades where I Blind as Cupid in thine eye Betwixt thy Breasts will ever stray Daphne In such warm Snow Who would not lose their way A Health to Bacchus 1. THis Bumper to Bacchus we 'll drink it all round Whilest our cares in the streams of our pleasures are drown'd And our heads like the Glasses turn equally round Damn your Ale and Tobaco 't is nothing but Wine Inspires a mans Soul and makes it Divine It will sacrifice us at fair Venus's shrine 2. Let the Porters carouse in black Pispots whilest we Drink nought but the juice of the sacred Tree To Bacchus and Venus we'll votaries be Let e'ry man stand with his Bottle and suck Hang the man that does sip let him drink like a Duck And when we 're all Drunk we will range like a Buck. A Dialogue between Thasminus and Corina Thasminus THink you my dearest it is those little jealousies and fears joy mixed with doubt and doubt revived with hope that crown love with pleasure no these are but like waking in the morning and find our expectations frustrate when all night our fancy has with various prospects of Happiness pleasing Ideas Corina No though those make love the more delightful for curious pictures at a distance resemble the living party whom they represent more exactly than when we take a nearer view for love once
kindled without restraint wastes so lavishly that its Taper soon expires Thasminus Alas then you would have Love seed like Camelions only live by Air can you imagine so great a Prince can be contented with such slender diet Corina No there is not a greater Epicure on Earth Sir I have been conversant with his Steward and have seen his Bills of Fare such costly ones as made me wonder at his greatness Thasminus As how sweet Corina Corina Why at his Table Hearts new slain fresh bleeding from the wounds the shafts late gave are served up whole at his Table Roses and Lillies strow his way each striving to outvy each other and all his Parlours are enclosed with Eyes that like another firmament give light to those he entertains his last course is Mamalade of Lips perfumed with breath sweeter than Arabian Spices in their bloom whose odours born by the gentle wind chear many a league at Sea the labouring Mariners Thasminus Rare and what drink to all this meat Lady Corina Nothing but Pearl dissolved Tears flowing from Lovers Eyes and cooled with gales of sighs arising from the whirlwinds of Inquietude and anxious thoughts Thasminus A rich proportion but I believe Lady this is but his common fare when his Cooks Liking and Opportunity are absent for when he feasts to the purpose 't is where the wise people of the World did place the Virtues in the middle sweet Lady Corina Nay Sir you talk strangely now I see 't is time to leave you Thasminus Only a jest or so Lady I hate obscenity as much as any living Be pleased that I may wait upon you to your Chamber Corina As you please Sir Thasminus You oblige me sweet Lady A Letter from a Gentleman beyond the Seas to his Mistress Sweet Lady THough the envious waves divide our Bodies yet though Seas guarded Seas nay Continents or Worlds should they interpose cannot divide our Souls for mine is ever waiting on you as well when gentle slumbers close my Eye-lids as when waking Virtue is prompting me more deeply to ingrave if possible your dear remembrance on my Heart Therefore thou only centre of my happiness be not dejected at my tedious absence which to my grief the Tyrant Business has occasioned for e're the Moon has twice more waned her Silver Orb I doubt not but to be present with you in person as now in thought I am Till which happy time I remain Your constant admirer and faithful Lover G. L. KNow cruel Woman murdress of mankind That in your shackles I 'm no more confin'd My tortures have been too too much to bear Yet in the midst of pangs I 've broke the snare No thou death dealer cruel'st of thy Sex Thy smiles nor frowns shall neither please nor vex The man whose Eagle flight can soar above Thy dull disdain and scorn thy foolish love Lay baits for such if you must cruel be Whose Souls are lull'd by fatal flattery To lodge upon a Towring Precipice When every puff can hurl them down from bliss One who has been ungratefully dealt with by a proud and scornful Mistress may thus revenge himself Proud Disdainer THough I have been for a long while so unfortunate to doat upon a painted Puppet and with such eagerness to gaze upon the Devil inshrined in Crystal yet at last I have found my Errour and enjoyned my self a strict penance in expiation of my former folly and thank my better Stars that I had not the opportunity of enjoying my foolish desires which if through inadvertency had so fallen out I had by this time been of all mankind the most deplorable And therefore am bound to render diurnal thanks to Heaven for such an extraordinary deliverance when as my rashness had driven me to the brink of ruine where I wanted but another push to have plunged me into an Ocean of misery but now my Eyes are open like a night-belated Traveller look back with fear and admiration on the dangerous Wilds through which I 've pass'd secure from harm when as a thousand lay in ambush to intrap me So I remain No longer yours but my own R. W. The Melancholy Lovers Complaint HEnce loathed Melancholy Of Cerberus and blackest midnight born ' Mongst horrid shapes and shrieks and sights unholy In Stygian Caves forlorn Find out some dismal Cell Where the Night-Raven sings And brooding darkness spreads his jealous wings There ragged as thy Locks Under those gloomy shades and low-brow'd Rocks In sad Cimmerian darkness ever dwell A Catch COme boys Drink away merry set it round It is a wet and rainy day then let our Cups abound Let each man charge his Glass to Tom let it pass And next unto Will a lusty brimmer fill Let each man take his Cup and turn it all up And he shall pay for all that presumes for to spill Repentance too late or the Ladies laments for her Lover kill'd by her Disdain TEars I do shed yet are they shed in vain Nor can they call him back to life again Yet sigh I will to wake him from his sleep Thus whilest he sleeps in Earth on Earth I 'll weep And since the World will not by fire be gone I 'll drown it in a fearful Inundation Or since he perish'd by my Cruelty I here will turn a weeping Niobe The Countrey-mans Letter to his Sweet-heart IN good Vaith Joane after my Harty Commendations my service remembred unto thee my Love I should a â—aid but 't is no matter for Complements thou knowest my mind In good vaith Ise had a woundy mind to wooe thee any time this vortnight but Ise could never come to speak with thee thou art so plaguy shy but zince I ha written to thee I se hope all will be well again for I se intend in very short time to send thee a pair of Gloves if it cost me two Groats This being all Joane till I send you more I shall content my self to be Your own Sweet-heart Hodg the Plow-man A Dialogue between Jenny the Chamber-maid and Betty the Cook-maid Betty WEll Jenny what thinkest thou of Ralph the Gardiner can you fancy him methinks he is a dapper fellow Jenny Truly Betty I know not well what to think on him yet he presses me hard to marry him Betty And will you not consent to it Jenny Faith I know not what is best to be done in that case I am e'n between Hawk and Buzzard as the old saying is Betty Why let me tell ye you are growing into years and a stale Maid is fit for nothing but to make sport for Foot-boys therefore if you 'd be ruled by me I would not have you cast him off Jenny Indeed to tell you the truth on 't between our selves I have had a great mind to have been married any time this seven years Lord when our Pegg was married to Will you cannot imagine now I tumbled and tossed that night nay I bit the corners of the Pillow and tore the
Sheets for madness Betty Nay I my self was troubled with no small itching that bout for how could it chuse but vex any Maid alive to see such a dirty drab get so pretty a fellow whilest another ten times her betters would have been glad of a worse Jenny And then to see how proudly she jetted it as if as the old saying is her Arse had ground Ginger Betty Well but this is nothing to the business in hand Ralph has intrusted me to bring him answer whether you will have him or not Jenny Why is he so hasty then it cannot be Betty Yes truly I believe if you give him a denial he 'll have Moll Jenkins for I 'll promise you I see him kiss her and give her Apricocks t'other day Jenny Ha nay rather than he shall have that Draggle-tail go and tell him I am contented to be his Wife and that on Sunday next we 'll go to Pancridge and there be married Ha be married for my beauty begins to decay Betty Well I shall obey and hope you will be as sollicitous to Hodg on my behalf for I have a tickling mind to be married too Jenny What I can do you shall command Song A Stella bright I saw her sit By a smooth River side Her Beauties light adorning it Whilest on the soft waves glide She sigh'd and cry'd make haste away Then morning blushes rose I 'd sooner try'd if known the boy And then a smile did close A Shepherd heard his crook lay'd by And to her did resort No long debate he need to try They soon began the sport Till tir'd with bliss they gave it ore And then to kissing fall She sigh'd at this craved for Still still for more did call Not satisfied till Loves free stream Was quite exhausted then Forced to part with Loves stem But rallied soon again And with fresh joys renew'd the bliss Whilest o're them shades were spread So love decoy'd with Happiness To win a Maidenhead A Dialogue between Coridon and Sylvia Coridon FAith Sylvia you 're unkind of late hard-hearted grown And with your frowns you all my blooming joys dethrone Sylvia Sir I have often told you that I cannot love And yet in spite of all you troublesome will prove Coridon If that you cannot love why carry you those Eyes Whose pointed rays of course poor Lovers hearts surprize Sylvia Is that my crime the fault does on your selves depend Must I be blinded then because my Eyes offend Coridon No no you brightest Star of the whole Creation Those Stars eclips'd Loves Empire would be out of fashion Sylvia Why do you tempt me then seeing I cannot yield Since I by struggling long from Love have gain'd tâ—â— Fields Coridon If you have won the Field yet let poor Lovers try Their yet inglorious fates to gain the Victory Sylvia You may but never must expect to win the price Coridon Well if I miss bright Star I 'll fall thy Sacrifice Song ARise my sweet Phillis and let 's to the Grove And there in shades solace and tell of our love There none shall o're-hear us there envy shan ' come And there for Love's pleasure we shall have large room Whilest over our Heads the kind Myrtle shall spread We 'll make the soft Grass and sweet Violets our bed 2. The Musick of Nightingals there shall us charm Whilest we lye folded soft all arm in arm Arise then my fairest and let us away For Hark the sweet Lark does now summon the day Come come my best Love 't is Philander does call In mighty Loves name that should still command all The Scotch Intrigue A pleasant Song JOcky and Jenny one evening late Gang'd to the Pease-mow and there sate Talking of Love when as Jocky spies Something by Moon-light 'twixt Jenny's Th Alas dear Jenny prethee what is this Nothing but what should be by this kiss 'T is dear Jocky a little Fish-pond Where you may angle with your muckle wand 2. With that Jocky lay'd his Bonnet by And off went's Plad this pastime to try Whilest Jenny kiss'd him in muckle sort And welcom'd her dearest to the sport Who cast in his bait and it soon took But at th' end on 't there was no hook And therefore though he did angle long He could catch no Fish though they bit ding dong The Jealous Cuckolds Complaint DId I not catch her in the very act shall I noâ— believe my Eyes Curse of Wedlock what folly possesses mankind that they cannot live free but that they must throw away their Liberty to nooze themselves with a thing call'd Woman and put their Honour in jeopardy every moment to be shipwracked by her levity O that I had been wiser that I might have foreseen the fatal consequences thaâ— attend on Matrimony Horns are intailed to it by an irrevocable destiny and as for mine they are of such a monstrous size that the very Boys in the streets point at 'um The Baggage cannot be contenâ— to gallant it abroad but she must bring 'um home with her and make me pay for Coach hire O it suâ—ferable Judge judge I say my Brethren and fellow Citizens whether this is to be born No had I the patience of Job such scurvy tricks would wear it â—l out Nay in good faith I 'll e'n carry her homâ— again to'ther bout to her Father and Mother noâ— will I take her again for a hundred pounds as I diâ— last time no in faith if I must wear Horns I 'll havâ— 'um tipped with Gold I 'll warrant you 200 l. shal be the least this bout fac I will Of Virtue and Vice in Women A Vertuous Woman is an Angel bright A Vicious Woman black as gloomy night A Virtuous Woman is her Husbands joy A Vicious Woman does his Peace destroy A Vertuous Woman is a Pearl of price A Vicious Woman Pluto's Merchandice In Vertuous Women every thing excels In Vicious Women all that 's evil dwells An Old Countrey Farmers Reception upon his address to a young Gentlewoman Mistress BLess me Heaven what a mad medley of Creation's this this cannot surely be the man my father told me was to come this morning to pay a visit pray Jane go and ask him his business Maid Truly Madam I believe this is he that is to court you for by the description I have had of him it can be no other yet 't is good to know pray friend who wou'd you speak withal Countrey-man With Mrs. Mary sweet-heart the Gentlemans Daughter of the house here are Letters Credentials from her Father for admitting me to speak with her Maid If you must speak with her that 's the Lady Countrey-man Oh my little Pigsâ—yes how blessed am I to see thee nay there 's no more to be said I 'll have thee my Girl for I like thee at the first blush Maid Ha ha ha Sir the Hob-nails in your shoes spoil the boards Country-man Hold your Tongue you little Baggage come there 's a Groat for you Madam your
should I behold her matchless Beauties I should again relapse Oh she has all the Virtues of her Sex Chaste unsullied as first opening Lillies or the untouch'd Snow Labinus Chaste Why do you honour me because I throw not my self from the top of some airy precipice It is her ruine to be otherwise for though we blame those that kill themselves yet we seldom take so much thought as to praise men for keeping themselves alive Antonius Nay when once she appears her Virtues are so triumphant that I imagine I have as many Rivals as beholders Labinus All that encreases but your pain jealousie is the very spawn of Hell cast abroad like a deadly poison to infect the World and kill mans true felicity But alas if it trouble you before you possess the object that causes it what will you do when you possess the centre of your desire Antonius Dull and insipid as thou art why then I shall have no more cause to suspect but will lodge my thoughts securely on her Vertues not in the least doubting that a disloyal thought can harbour where so much Vertue lyes but now ten thousand fears of Rivalty afflict my restless mind Sure Sir crowned Conquerours are but Types of Victorious Lovers who possess the reality of what others not so blest enjoy only in a dream therefore come what will on it I 'll run a dangerous hazard for such a prize Labinus As how Antonius Why I 'm resolved to send a Challenge to the man I suspect she loves more than me Labinus Do and be ridiculous give her occasion to hate you worse and your Rival to make sport at your rash Ignorance for a Lover in favour is like a fortunate Gamester the more you set him the more he wins Nay 't is the humour of Women to imagine some hidden Vertue in the man who is envied by his Rival and it consequently induces them to love him better Antonius Death and Ruine it shall be so come what will Labinus Nay if you 're resolv'd Sir take your course A New Song 1. AS by a River side I pass'd Corina fair was sitting And about her pretty waste A Rush Green Girdle sitting Whilest that her naked Breasts lay bare And obvious to each Eye Upon her shoulders flow'd her hair In ringlets curiously 2. Which made me to advance with speed And though she did seem coy Yet I to kissing did proceed And calling her my Joy Till melting she fell in my arms She could resist no more So I amidst a thousand charms Rifled her Virgin store The Essay HAil sacred Sisters who in Triple Trine Sing pleasing numbers warble Songs Divine Who 'twixt Parnassus double spires do sit And charm the World with wondrous themes of Wit â— you invoke to aid me in my flight That I may soar and reach the Towring height Of my Ambition sing the worthy praise Of my bright Angel which no Pastoral lays Could ever reach No lofty Cleo thou Must be my Patroness and here I vow The Port once gain'd I 'll crown thy Sacred brow With Laurels that so justly are thy due And yearly my Oblation will renew Then say shall I proceed O no 't is vain With thy craz'd Bark to venture on this main With waâ—en wings to soar against that Sun Whose Rays can melt them e're thy flight's begun Or shouldst thou swiftly rise i' th' middle flight Her lustre lust would o're power thy weaker sight And leave thee in a Maze of thoughtless night Must I desist then Yes 't is just you sâ—ou'd For such perfections can't be understood Rest then my Quill no more my thoughts aspire Yet what I cannot reach I must admire A New Song 1. HIgh thoughts and honour to others impart But give me thy Heart That treasure that treasure alone I beg for my own So gentle a love so fervent a fire My Soul does inspire 2. That treasure that treasure alone I beg for my own Your love let me crave Give me in possessing So matchless a blessing That Empire is all I would have 3. Love's my Petition And all my Ambition If e're you discover So faithful so faithful a Lover So real a flame I 'll die I 'll die and give up my name Song GEntly ah gently Lady touch the wound Which you your self have made That pain must needs must needs be very much Which makes me of your hand afraid Cordials of pity pity give me now For I too weak for bleeding grow For I too weak for bleeding grow Song 1. BY Jove I 'll tell her boldly that 't is she Why should she asham'd or angry be To be belov'd by me The Gods may give their Altars o're They 'll smoak but seldom any more If none but happy but happy men but happy men Must them adore 2. The Lightning sturdy Oaks in vain oppose To strike sometimes do not disdain The humble shrubs that spread the plain She being so high and I so low Her power by this does greater show Who at such distance gives so sure a blow 3. Compar'd with her all things so worthless prove That nought on Earth can towards her move Till it be exalted by her Love Equal to her alas there 's none She like a Deity is grown That must create or else must be That must create or else must be alone A Letter to a Scornful Lady MAdam must I be still your sacrifice And yet you 'll not vouchsafe to cast your Eyes On the wreckt Victim that does bleeding lye On Love's great Altar you to Deifie Oh how cou'd Heaven destruction frame so fair Yet bright as you destroying Angels are But must I blame you No it must not be What then must I still court my destiny Alas what gales of sighs sent from my breast The calmest air with whirlwinds have opprest How have I wept and strove to quench in vain The scorching anguish of my feaverish pain But like a man who deadly poison drinks And when it flames to coolest River brinks With speed does haste and there with greedy Jaws Hoping for ease the Water freely draws But ah alas that does encrease his pains Rousing the sires that feed upon his veins Into a ten-fold rage So when I strive The wounding passion from my Breast to drive Your fair Idea your Remembrance brings And Cupid shafts more swift than Lightning slings What must I do then say can you not love If not 't is Death or Life if you approve Of him who is your Slave do as you please Give Life or Death for either brings him ease Who has resolved himself yours or his Graves J. L. A Letter from a Gentleman in the City to his Mistress in the Country Dear Mistress TAke it not amiss though I am sensible that you think my absence tedious Assure your self I am as much troubled that some unexpected affairs have unfortunately detained me from enjoying the felicity I so often have been exhilarated with during my conversing with you but be not
amends â—â—r my neglect and great offence So resolving to â—hrow my self at your feet and undergo such punishment as you shall think fit to inflict upon me rather than live thus miserable I shall second my Letâ—er with my presence and till then I remain Your Penitent Servant L. B. A Dialogue between John the Butler and Dorothy the Chamber-maid John WEll my pretty Dolly you know I have a long time born you good will now I hope you will requite me with love for love Dorothy Truly I know not how to believe you though I must confess you have often told me so John How not believe me my precious O be no longer diffident but if thou wilt still torment me by being hard-hearted I 'll soon convince thee of the sincerity of my affections by making an Exit into the other World Dorothy Ha how do you mean John Why in plain English I 'll kill my self rather thaâ— endure the tormenting pains of Love without hope of ease or intermission Dorothy Nay talk not of Death whilest there 's business for Life all this seeming Cruelty was but to try thy patience and constancy and now I find them both proof I 'll cease the Combate and yield you the Victory John O happy sound speak those words again nay let some Angel with a Golden Trumpet sound them to the World this very moment recompences all my care but wilt thou be mine speak or do I dream thou saidest it Dorothy I will be yours therefore use me as you please John The joy 's too big for this place longer to contain come my Joy let us haste to consummate out happiness Dorothy What you please A Dialogue between an Apprentice and his Masters Daughter Preâ—tice MIstress Mary since your Father and Mothers absence gives us opportunity why may not we â—alk of Love Masters Daughter To what end Prentice Why truly to the same end that all young Men and Maids do Masters Daughter As how Prentice Why tending to the happy Joys of Marriage Masters Daughter Marriage I think you said nay first serve your time â—ut and then 't will be soon enough to discourse of that affair Prentice Nay my best Mistress do not frown upon me for 't is for your sake only that I have undergone so much slavery as I have Masters Daughter For my sake how can that be Are you not bound to do what you do Prentice Alas those bonds would have proved far too weak to have held me had I not been fast fettered in the chains of love laid by your perfection to inslave my soul Masters Daughter Fie upon it how you talk now Well James be observant to your Master and when you are out of your time I 'll tell you perhaps more of my mind and in the mean time I do not forbid you my company at convenient times Prentice Ten thousand thanks my Divinest Mistress for so lavish a blessing as for you I would not grudge to exceed the Patriarchs service for his much-loved Rachel On Honour 1. HOnour 's a blast a bubble nought but air Which at a distance only can look fair And still attended is with doubts and care Which fail not to bring forth black despair 2. By Death 't is oft atchiev'd and seldome stood Unless at some time it were mark'd with blood Its Sea's Ambition on whose boundless flood It 's often often tost till all is lost that 's good Song 1. MY Love she is fair although she is cruel And never does spare to make my Heart fuel Her Tresses like Gold do glistering flow And her cheeks they infold both Roses and Snow Her breath is perfume beyond Asia's sweets Or Arabian Gum when Phoebus it heats 2. Her lips and her Teeth to Coral and Pearl To each one that seeth still are parallel Her Neck like the Swans so white does appear Her Breasts and her Hands they sure have no peer Her Belly and what 's below my Muse cannot paint Nor no man shall know those rare parts of my Saint The Country-mans wooing A New-Song John FAith Bessy you know that I long have loved you And to be my Wife full often have moved you But you have looked scornful yet now tell me true What is it my Sweeting you mean for to do If that you will have me deny me no more For I of Complements have spent my store Then say shall us wedded be Nay Love blush not For I 'm resolved to know the very upshot Betty Are you in earnest then nay if you be so Ise mun ask my Mamma before I se con go I se warrant she 'll glad be when once she hears on 't I se oft hear you talk but ne'r ween'd you 'd a don 't But if we mun be married Ah! be marry'd Ise will be to the Kirk on Horse-back carry'd And then we's have a feast made of Curds and Cream Where Ise am resolv'd for to watchel mine weam John Then art thou so willing my pretty Pigsnies The only Jewel that Jony e'r did prize Then to thy Mothers House speedily let 's gang For to be tickling of thee faith I do lang We 'll dally on the Pease-mow sport it merrily And all the pretty arts of Love there will try I will clip thee in my Arms with soft kisses Such as Gentlefolk give to their kind Misses Love's force despised A New Song 1. A Way foolish Boy I 'll not endure Love that simple toy For to procure To me the least annoy Away with your Quiver Your idle Dart Shall never never Procure my smart But I 'll brave you ever 2. Oh! that men should be Afraid of one Who could never see And at his Throne Still to bow the knee Whom folly impowers For to bear sway When as idle hours Us do betray To sleep in his Bowers The forsaken Damsel 1. BLue Thetis Goddess of the raging Sea Whom all the Beauteous Nymphs obey From whose dread anger all the Tritons haste Scowring through Amphitrite's wast Which is calm when you smile but when you frown The mounting surges Nations drown Haste great Goddess haste unto my aid Who by false man am now betray'd 2. Who with my spoils does triumph on your waves Proudly the God of Love he braves Inslav'd my Heart and then from me did fly Which is the worst of Tyranny Sink him with Winds his Ship with Lightening burn Or speedily force his return For I have such a feaver in my Breast That he or Death must give me rest The Loyalists Delight A New Song 1. GReat Charles our blest Soveraign At last has subdu'd The murmuring faction That strove to intrude Into matters of State For to embroil the Nation Sedition no more Shall be made a vocation 2. But under the Reign Of so bounteous a King From whom all Virtues And goodness does spring Good Subjects shall flourish In plenty and peace Whilest faction now blasted Shall ever decrease A Song 1. HArk how the Drum beats To the Wars let
truths himself had nought to say But promises that he would all repay But that sufficed not for th' mischief done For he his dismal doom received soon The Gold and Silver he unjustly got Melted in flaming Crucibles was brought Whilest on his Back he lay stretch'd wide his Jaw They poured into his insatiate maw Which scalding torture wak'd him from his dream When pondering on the dire and dreadful theme â—â— vow'd for to grow honest and agree To give his Captive Debtors Liberty Renounce Extortion never take a bribe Forsake the ruinous ungodly Tribe Of Hell-hound Usurers and thus by thought The Devil has a Reformation wrought The Monsieurs Letter to his Mistresâ— ME very well Love you your pretty tempting face does invite me to doo so me very well know that you be a very fine Gentlewoman be Gar Madam me doo therefore me being but a stranger in Englont me wou'd very fain have you teach me ver boon English and me will instruct you all-a-mode the France Parle Francois Madam be Gar if you cannot me will come to your Bed side and teach you nay me will so instruct you so that you shall never forget your lesson besides me show you the high Gambole the low Gambole the Lavalto-al-a-mode Faith me tickle you twice in a place Madam if you will let me for me be a ver-boon Companion but me fear me trouble you too much if me write any more therefore me will leave the rest till me come my self and see you Madam your tres humble Serviteur Monsieur Rague A Letter from the Son to his incensed Father Sir IF penitential tears and all the low submissions of a Slave could rebate the sharp points of your anger nothing has nor shall be wanting in me Sincere Repentance is all that Heaven requires for sin Remember Sir the best of Masters has enjoyned forgiveness as we our selves expect to be forgiven If I have unadvisedly married contrary to your will impute that crime to a too prevalent passion and youthful inclination yet I hope my choice is such setting aside the want of a portion as can no ways be objected against She is one that is adorned with all the perfections of Nature that can render a Woman tempting and lovely and for her Soul 't is the very centre of virtue her deportment modest and affable all so charming that your self could not have beheld and conversed with her as I did without some feeling sparks of desire Therefore let not your anger burn against her but if no intreaty or submission can attone for this one disobedience heap all your wrath on me let me be the wretched mark to aim your fury at and be not displeased with her whose good Nature was wrought upon by my prevailing Rhetorick to enter the sacred bands of Wedlock And so Sir hoping time will waste your displeasure I remain Your dutiful and hereafter obedient Son till Death T. G. The Ingenious Lovers admonition to his Mistress BRight Beauty you chief Idea of my mind Prove like the Gods mild bounteous patient kind That then your Virtues may be rais'd so high That their bright tops will reach the glittering sky Let Cruelty be banish'd from your Breast Let all be love and that will make you blest For Cruelty and dire disdain procure Scorn though your Lovers martyrdome endure For who can love that thing whose Cruelties Our wounding passions can with ease despise Who is' t that owns the name of Man that will Court a Basilisk whose dire sight can kill In whose bleak aspect death and ruine lyes Who has the power to murther with her Eyes Then prove you kind if you 'd secure my Love If you 're once cruel I 'll disdainful prove I 'll scorn the scorner till with just disdain The cruel Murtheress with her weapon's slain The unexperienced Lovers A Dialogue between Philaster and Phillada Philaster ALas what can mean this eager Joy my Philada that transports me even to a ravishment when you appear sure some mighty motion stirs my Soul by sympathy to move in tune and number with yours for I have often observed you as much concerned Phillada How it comes to pass I know not but sure I am when from your eyes you cast an eager gaze methinks you shoot me to the Heart the pointed beams you send wound insensibly nay fire my Soul but how or which way I know not therefore 't is best to avoid you absence may cure the burning feaver of my Soul and give you rest Philaster Alas my pretty Nymph I am all tenderness and would not hurt so bright a Creature no my rude hands shall never offend you if my Eyes have done it it was more than I was willing they should have done but to talk of leaving me that fatal sound wounds more than all the glances from your Eyes for methinks I could Phoenix-like be well contented to suffer Martyrdom in such a gentle fire O remove not without me my bright Sun lest the remainder of my days be clouded with Egyptian blackness Phillada Alas what good can come of gazing at each other what avails it to stand like two Burning-glasses insensibly giving fire to each internal faculty Philaster Yes 't is mighty pleasing for it keeps off the rage of cold December frosts and yields a mutual warmth yet something within tells me there 's more in it than we 're aware on and I have heard there 's a thing called Love that operates insensibly and is of wondrous force Phillada And this perhaps may be that thing therefore 't is time we part for O dreadful I have heard my Mother say 't is a dangerous thing to be in Love Ah I cannot leave you Philaster Fear not my little Angel for sure there 's nothing can be harmful that at a distance promises such Joys I seem already on the confines of an endless bliss and fain wouâ—d proceed but fear to err and lose my way Phillada Let 's venture both together then and if we 're lost I 'll be content to wander with you in whatever Maze you tread methinks we are inseparably linked but by what chains my Eyes cannot discern I cannot leave you if I would Sure some secret power has fettered us with charms Philaster Charms indeed such as the God of Love uses to tame Rebellious Hearts with and make them pâ—â—able to his commands But let us go our Parents call and at a fitter season freer from discovery we 'll implore the Sacred Oracle to unfold the cause of this our pleasing pain Phillada I 'll be wholly guided by your dire 〈◊〉 Philaster Then thus we move two Bodies and one Heart Both wounded are yet hug the wounding Dart. A Song 1. AH Celâ—a arise The Birds they do sing Upon ev'ry bud For to welcome the Spring The day it looks fair Let us haste to the Grove And there we 'll lye down And triumph in our Love 2. The pride of the Woods And joy of each
Queen of Beauty Ah you whose Lightning Eyes Make me express my Duty That once did Love despise No force had all its Charming Fond Cupid I disdain'd And smile to see him Arming To make me feel Loves pain 2. But now alas your features Have Charm'd me Soul of Love Excelling Mortal Creatures O let some Pity move To th' Conquer'd be not Cruel Dart Dart some kindly Rays Let not my Heart be Fuel That evermore must blaze Song 1. COuld Man his wish obtain How happy would he be But wishes seldom gain And hopes they are in vain If fortunes disagree Pity ye Powers of Love Our Infelicity 2. Why should the Fates conspire To frustrate my desire Since Love 's the gentle fire That keeps the world alive â—ut me it puts to pain My wishes are in vain Nor promise any hopes to gain Song 1. WHen gentle Slumber closed My long long-waking Eyes And I on Down reposed Methought ten thousand Joys Had wrapt my Soul for then I did suppose my Love Fast in my arms had been And I her Charms did prove 2. Transported with the thought I fancy'd none so blest But 't was a shade I caught And only air I prest Which waking wounded more Than Mortal can express And to the Stygian shoar Fled all my happiness Song 1. ALL hail to the Pleasures of Love All hail to the amorous Charms Where a chaste Passion does move Th' embrace of each others soft arms Where kisses do usher Love on Soft Sighs and sweet Murmurs invite Whilest panting they pause and then soon Afresh they begin their delight 2. Then who 'd not enjoy such a bliss To pass away Winters long shade With Beauty to Toy Clip and Kiss And on her soft bosom be laid And like the kind Turtles be billing To call on new pleasures apace And striving to see who 's most willing Again and again to embrace A Catch TO the Wars to the Wars To get Honour and Fame Let us banish all fears To create us a Name The grim Tyrant out-face And his Terrors despise For by that we take place Amongst Stars in the Skies Song 1. ARise ye Winds from your rough Caves And rouse O rouse the swelling Waves O drive my Love again to Shore That I may see his Face once more Who flies from me on the broad back Of the Salt Ocean through the track Of yielding Floods whilest left alone I sigh and tell deaf Rocks my moan 2. Cruel O cruel how he swore He me for ever would adore Next to the Pow'rs Divine but see Ye Pow'rs of Love Mens treachery Too easie my beliefs betray'd And all my hopes just blooming fade Grief grief come on to thee Iâ—ll wed And on this Sea-bank make my bed 3. Come Sea-Nymphs from your Coral Caves Arise blew Trytons from your Waves Revenge my Death O close my eyes For wrongâ—d in Love a Virgin dies Witness the Fires that burn so bright Witness the Tapers of the night Witness the Spring and Groves she cry'd And then she laid her down and dy'd Song All how pleasant are the Charms of Love Which like streams are always flowing Ah how pleasant are the Charms of Love Which like Streams are always flowing So my Passions still a growing Nothing but Celia's Eyes can move So my Passion 's still a growing Perfect and Immortal as the Joys above Song 1. ONe Moon-shiny Night as I walked out late I saw a pale Image and sadly it sate At first I did think it might be some sad Ghost That lately had stray'd from Elyziums Coast But I found my mistake for alas 't was not so But a sad Female that once I did know She bewailed her hard Fate and loudly she cry'd When I believ'd Man first I wish I had dy'd 2. For ah my Virginity that is no more Too easie I credited all that he swore But when he 'd undone me and got his desire Oh then 't was he Fled and no more did admire Therefore ye Young Damsels who bloom in yâ—â— Prime Beware how false Man in your thoughts too high climâ— Who dares to Invoke the bright Powers all above To Witness his Constancy Passion and Love 3. How to us Devotion for ever he 'll pay When as he our Honours designs to betray Which being once done Oh no more he proves kind But leaves us and seeks a new Object to find When we lament may our unhappy State But then it avails not for oh 't is too late What 's done can't be undone then prove not too kâ—â— But take my Advice for I speak as I find Song 1. HA now I am Married let others take care I 've one to provide for me and I 'll not spare I 'll take me a Coach and away to Hide-Park There I 'll be Courted by every spark There 's none shall go finer whilest that it does hold My Gown shall be Tissue all spangl'd with Gold 2. My Jewels and Rings and whatever beside I will have that may but conduce to my Pride If Husband dare grumble I 'll graft such a Crest As it shall soon make him be known from the rest Whilest I with fine Gallants do take my delight We 'll Revel all day and we 'll sport it all Night Song 1. BY Yea and Nay now I am mov'd Come Rachel come you must be prov'd The Inward Man has plainly said When Satan's up he must be laid And now I say to thee he 's stiff Prepare thy Vessel with the Cliff Yea Buffet him till he is down By Yea and Nay you must not frown 2. The Wicked shall not see it done Nay now the Raging sit comes on The outward man does strongly rise O hold him fast between thy Thighs Nay till he 's Tame let him not go Although he struggle never so So so 't is done and now I say Gods Lambs together thus may play Song 1. AS through the Woods I roved A Nymph there Naked lay Whose Charms so powerful proved That they enforc'd my stay Diana sure said I Does sweetly here repose The Goddess of the Sky Who her pale Mantle throws 2. Over the Darkest shades Pardon bright form I cry'd For Love my heart Invades And to her then I hi'd No longer could I hold But clasp'd her in my Arms Who struggling in that Fold Produc'd a thousand Charms Song POwers on high From the Sky Cast an Eye And espy The Flames that do Consume my Soul Tyrant Love He does move And does prove Fierce as Jove Whose flaming Thunders shake the Pole Cruel fair Cause of care Beauteous snare O yet hear And do not all my Joys controul Song 1. JUgg what zaist thou shall we be marry'd For in good troth we's long have tarry'd Oh at thy Lips Jugg to have a smack Is not all thou hast something that 's black That better will please me for I long To have a Buckle fit for my Thong Then say Jugg say Jugg shall it be so And I se unto the Parson will go 2.
O kind Hodg I fear you do but jest But if in Earnest I think it best That you my Grannums good will do get And then we soon will forwards set For why you know she 's a good old Trot And may give us the Devil knows what As for Flittermilk and Whay I am sure We shall not want whilest she has store 3. By my Fathers clouted Shoon thou' rt right And I 'll unto the old Jade this night And then Jugg to morrow for the sport When Ise shall use thee in muckle sort Buss thee and hugg thee till thou dost sweat When in thy smock I once do thee get O the fancy does make my Chops water To think when marry'd what will come after Song 1. HArk how the loud Trumpets they shrilly do sound And Drums they do Rattle whilest Echoes rebound The fierce Prancing Steeds whose Nostrils breatheâ— flame Stand champing their Bits whilest that Eagle wing'd â—ame Spurs on the brave Warriour Deaths fears to deride And where Battel rages in Arms to abide 2. Whilest Leaden Thunder-bolts sing round his Head And the Crimson Fields are bestrowed with the Dead The clashing bright Swords and the shaking of Spears Are the best musick that sounds in his Ears Such is brave Monmouth the dread of whose Name Made Monsieur to tremble Scotoh Rebels did tame A Catch WHen Jove to fair Danae in showres of Gold Made first his Addresses in the Brazen hold The Virgin she blush'd and admired till at last The glittering Ore in a trance had her cast And then he Embrac'd her for scarce is it said That any holds out when such Batteries are made Brisk Lasses oft-times to an Incubus wed If he but with Gold and with Silver be sped Song 1. TOrture me no more you pangs of Love I 'll not endure your Cruelties Alas that Vertue it shou'd prove Of force too weak for Womans Eyes That the keen glances those Orbs send Should through our Souls a passage gain That man his thoughts should solely bend To seek for that which causes pain 2. Indulgent folly hence away Beauties bright Beams I will rebate Its Charms no more shall me bâ—tray Nor will I court my rigid Fate Love's God your Shafts keep in your Quiver For Vertue shall their force repel I once have Lov'd but more will never Never such languid Torments feel Song 1. TWa bonny Lads were Sawny and Jockey But Jockey was Lo'd and Sawny unlucky Yet Sawny was tall well favour'd and witty But I se in my heart thought Jockey more pretty For when he view'd me su'd me woo'd me Never was Lad so like to undo me Fie I cry'd and almost dy'd Lest Jockey would gang and come no mere to me 2. Jockey would love but he would not Marry And I was afraid that I should miscarry For his cunning Tongue with Wit was so gilded That I had a dread my heart would a yielded Daily he prest me blest me kist me Lost was the hour methought when he mist me Crying denying and sighing I woo'd him And mickle ado I had to get from him 3. But unlucky Fate robb'd me of my Jewel For Sawny would make him fight in a Duel Then down in a Dale with Cyprus surrounded Oh! there in my sight poor Jockey was wounded But when he thrill'd him fell'd him kill'd him Who can express my grief that beheld him Raging I tore my hair to bind him And vowed and swore I 'd neâ—r stay behind him Song 1. AH Jenny Gin your Eyn do kill you 'll let me tell my pain Geud Faith I se lov'd against my will but would not break my Chain I â—ance was call'd a bonny Lad till that fair face of yours Betray'd the freedom once I had and all my blither hours 2. And now weys me like Winter looks my faded showring cyn And on the banks of shaddowing brooks I pass the tedious time I se call the streams that glide soft on to witness if they see On all the banks they glide along so true a Swain as me 3. No none could e're so faithful prove no love can mine exceed Yet in this Maze I se still must move where hopes are all my feed Then Jenny turn thy eyes on me O turn thy blushing Face Let Jockey now some comfort spee or else he dees apace 4. My Flocks they all neglected are and stray in yonder Grove Whilest here I se court my pretty fair and fain would have her love Then Prethee Jenny be not coy for a more constant Swain Never did bonny Lass enjoy upon this flowery Plain The Farewel LOvers farewel our pastime's at an end Speak as you find yet flatter not your friend The pleasure 's yours the trouble once was mine But were it ten times more could I refine Love's mighty business that no Criticks Eye Though Eagle-sighted could a fault espy Ladies I 'd do 't and lay it at your feet And only beg that it one smile might meet That that should recompence for all my pain That should be all that I would hope to gain FINIS