Gods delight in wait on you fairest Ans. Sir I should be ungrateful not to wish you a share in them By your leave Lady may my boldness prove pardonable Good morrow to you Sir to meet you was a happiness that I did not dream of But tell me how it is with you Well Sir at present and I hope always shall be so to do you service Save you Sir you are most fortunately met Lady The pleasure of this sweet morning attend you On her Face You are the beauty without parallel in your Face all the Graces and in your Mind all the Vertues are met he that looks upon your mild Aspect were it the most savage creature would derive a new Nature from your Beauty On her Eyes and Lips That Eye was Juno's those Lips were once the Queen of Loves that Virgin Blush was Diana's Thus Madam You have a Donative from every Deity On her Beauty Apollo hath given you his orient Brightness Venus her curious Shape Jupiter his high and stately Forehead the God of Eloquence his flowing Speech and all the Female Deities have show'd their Bounties and Beauties on your Face On her Hair Her Hair is like the Beams that adorn Apollo's head Her Locks Soft as new spun Silk curling with such a natural wantonness as if they strove to delight the Fancy of her that wears them Her Forehead Made a stately prospect and show'd like a fair Castle commanding some goodly Countrey Her Face So full of majesty that Aurora blushes to see a countenance brighter then her own Her Face is full of Sun-shine Her Looks Have more entertainment then all the vain pomp which the Persians ever taught the world Her Eyes Dart Lightning through the Air. The Stars borrow new light from your more radiant Eyes They are able to grace the Heavens and beautisie the Skie in the clearest night They are Natures richest Diamonds set in foils of polisht Ivory Her Smiles Are so graceful and full of comfort that with them she is able to revive a dying Lover Her Cheeks Shew like Lawn spread upon Roses Nature painted the colour thereof in the most glorious Tulips They are slips of Paradise not to be gather'd but wondred at Her Breath So sweet that the Arabian Odours seem to borrow their excellency from thence It expires more sweet Odours then issu'd from the palm-trees in Paradise Her Lips Are like the full ripe Cherry which when they open discover a treasury greater then that of the Indian Ivory Her Chin Shews llke a piece of pure and polisht Chrystal which the God of Love delights to uphold with his soft hand Her Tongue Is tipt with such a fire and powerful art as might tame the most rebellious spirit Her Brow Is Cupids Bow most sweetly bent to shoot his Darts against every heart Her Neck Of such a whiteness as exceeds the unsull'd Snow Her Words Invade the weakned senses and overcome the heart Her Voice So charming that it hath power to do more then ever Spirits or Orpheus did should the holy Church-men use it it would tie up the nightly without the addition of more exorcism Her Arms Are sit to embrace a King Her Hands Soft and smooth the violet Veins whereof run along like Mines of Turkoeses Her Breasts Are two mountains of pure Snow from the two Fountains whereof Cupid himself sucks Nectar Briefly in the Abstract of her Self She comprehends whatsoever can be imagin'd or wish'd for in the Idea of a Woman She is so heavenly a piece that when Nature had wrought her she lost her needle like one that never hop'd to work again any so fair and lively a creature An Address of Courtship to his Mistress Lady My vital breath runs coldly through my veins I am sick for your Love dearest Lady neither is there any thing but your own heart can heal me believe me also fairest of Women there is nothing beneath the Moon but your frown can grieve me Sir Methinks this is a strange fit Lady Count not my love light because 't is sudden for By Cupids Bow I swear I never knew true Love till now Sir I intreat you not to wrong your self and me your love is violent and soon will have a period for that is the most perfect love which loves for ever Such love is mine believe me divinest Beauty for although men use to lie yet do I speak truth and therefore Madam give me sentence either of life or of a speedy death can you affect so mean a person Truly Sir I should deny my thoughts to give you an absolute denial yet must I not turn disloyal to former Promises and therefore let this suffice I cannot wrong my friend Then here my love must end and in your presence thus for love I die Nay hold Sir these are soul killing passions I had rather wrong my friend then that you should wrong your self Love me dear soul or else my death is but delay'd my Vow is fixt in Heaven and no fear shall move me for my life is a death that tortures me unless you love me Give me then but a little respite and I will resolve you Alass Madam my heart denies it my blood is violent now or else never love me Love me and both Art and Nature at large shall strive to be profuse in ravishing thy sense I will entice Dalliance from thee with my smiles and I will steal away thy heart with my chaste kisses Well Sir I am yours then from all the world your wit and your person have entranc'd my soul. I kiss thee Dearest for that breath and know that thou hast now joyn'd thy self to one whose life rests onely in thy sight To discourse concerning the noise of a Match Sir I am very glad to meet with you were it for no other reason but to give you joy Sir Your company is always a thing most acceptable to me and your wishes cannot be other then very fortunate yet if you please pray let me understand why you wish me so much felicity there being nothing new that I know of in my condition Sir You dissemble that which is well known to many and which hath been told me some few days since Pray Sir do the favour to tell me what it is for I can neither think nor imagine Sir They say that you intend to marry in this Town Truly Sir 't is the first news that I have heard of any such thing I can assure you Sir those that told me believe that they know very well and they take upon them to report many particulars Pray Sir be pleas'd to tell me to whom and what are the good Conditions of this Marriage perchance the person and the advantages may be such that I may speedily advise with my self and as speedily resolve Why should you do so Sir Would you marry out of your Countrey far from your friends and distant from all conveniences obliging your self to quit the sweet presence of your kindred or else to bring
saw you enjoying a thousand wonders and in a moment I was sensible of a thousand torments of Love and being capable of nothing but Admiration methought that this Beauty was in the world for no other end but deserve and for me to be obedient to I see no reason Fairest that the belief which I have taken with the clearest judgement that I have of your Beauty should be swallow'd up by your misbelieving opinions Sir They say that contrariety doth animate persons the more and therefore I shall be silent that I may hinder these unjust Praises perhaps you will have pitty on my seeble resistance and will be weary of conquering so easily Madam 'T is rather my self that ought to keep silent being so lately in an astonishment but as for you Madam it would be a sin against your fair lips whose words are Oracles Then pray Sir why do you not believe that which I say for all Oracles are truth But why will you Madam by perswasion hinder the belief which I have taken with sight and judgment For I will believe your Beauty against all your unbelief and undervaluings and also continue the Service which I have sworn you against any thing that shall hinder it My Attempt also hath promis'd my Design that future Ages shall admire your Merit and my Servitude and record us as the most faithful Lovers in Cupid's Dominions I fear Sir that time will alter this opinion Madam Time can do nothing against that which Love hath ordain'd he is the master of Fortune and an enemy to change But wherefore this superfluity of speech It is better to believe by the force of Words then by the force of Perswasion and therefore at this time it is more necessary for me to demand of you Remedies for this remove the apprehension whereof makes me endure this present pain Sir It behooves you to forget your Design and you will avoid the Pain that will follow and also the Repentance No Madam I will keep the memory of my Design eternally and shall always see painted before me the glory of my Enterprize Adieu great Beauty you shall never cast your eyes downward but you shall perceive lying at your feet him that admires you nor ever elevate your Thoughts to your deserts but you shall remember your conquest Adieu Fairest for now I leave the Sun and go to seek out Night and Sorrows cell The Return I come Madam to receive as much content from your chearful Countenance as the loss of it hath yielded me sorrow I know the Good will now be as great as the Evil since they proceed both from the same cause Sir I do believe that you do receive the one as well as you have suffer'd the other but I beseech you Sir to tell me from whence that pain proceeds which you say you do endure for as to my self I do believe that the pleasure of Thinking is greater then that of Seeing Madam It is permitted me to think but experiment forbids me believe that opinion for I receive from my Imaginations only a good imagination on the contrary the sight cannot err But it is said Sir that the presence only contents the Eyes which are Mortal but that absence exercises the Soul which is Divine and therefore if that did any way afflict you you might easily avoid it It was some good Genius Madam that took me yesterday from your eyes that I might the better value the happiness of their lustre and avoid the extremity of that pain which the loss of them made me endure causing in me such an impatience to return to you that every hour I staid from you seem'd an age Sir That which is foreseen is easily avoided Now you perceive whence the evil that you speak of proceeds yet the little occasion that you had to fear it makes you find it out willingly therefore blame your own desires which have procur'd you this evil and do not complain on Destiny which is always just Madam My Will is not the cause for then I should fly my self and come back to you but Love to abuse me the more gave me the Desire and hinder'd the Effect Though I believe it to be one of his Destinies for it behooves a true passion to overcome the violence of all opposition by a diligent constancy Demand of Assurance Fairest It is now time that I should require from you some Assurances of your friendship because I cannot grant you that authority which you have over my Affections but by the service which I am willing to render to your power The proof whereof depends upon opportunity and the opportunity occasion upon your commands swear to me therefore by your fair Eyes that you love that which they have subdu'd that I may boast my ruine to be a mark as well of my glory as of your puissance Do you think Sir that that which is ruin'd by the Eyes can â—e belov'd by the Heart Dear Lady why should you not affect that love which you your self have created Would you cause it to be born and dye at the same instant that would be the action of an inconstant soul. It is you Sir that run the hazard of being call'd by that name for if love proceed from merit you will soon finde some one more worthy your Affection then my self Madam I shall never seck the means to find any more signal worth then that which you possess it is permitted to those who are less worthy to have such jealousies but not to you whose Beauty hath such a supereminence above all others in the world No Madam take counsel of your own worth and it will shew the fair Election which I have made how impossible it is to be changed the design coming from the judgement of our Soul which being Divine cannot erre But Sir they say that love is very subject to knowledge of which you being so well provided 't is to be fear'd that you may make use of those agreeable diversities that Love doth every day present to unfaithful Lovers Madam May he banish me from his Empire if I have any other Will then what is agreeable to his He sees that I am yours so his Power and my Will are agreed my Designs concur with his Commands Sir I believe that Love himself could not know how to force you to love He fear'd Madam lest he should be made himself a slave He hath no force able to resist your puissance unless it be your own therefore since you have this Glory entire to your self to have vanquish'd all the world there remains nothing now but that you should vanquish your self Sir I cannot do any thing else but vanquish having neither Will nor Thought which doth not render obedience to that duty which I have taken to be the perfect guide of my life Madam You oppose your Designs to my Prayers to the end this refusal may redouble my passion and cause me to persist more eagerly in the pursuit of your tempting
to have haunted Dancing Scools with more zeal then the old Women have that go to St. Aâ—â—liâ—s He ought diligently to have studied over Melchiâ— Swashbucklerus de holdendo haâ—â—um in hando and Cussius Candus of the Ornaments of Nations he ought to be a diligent Observer of Fashions and an espyer of faults in the garb and house keeping of other Ladies that he may be able to furnish his own Lady now and then with discourse Lastly he must have a good head of hair and handsom feet without corns How he must be fitted for Service Having been bespoken and received earnest he must desire a weeks time to fit himself for her Ladiships service The first two days he must walk in iron Boots and an iron Breast and Back-piece such as children wear that have the rickets to bring his body into an upright and perfect posture After that he must drink Scurvygrass-Ale to reform his complexion He must then furnish himself with all the Books of Complementing and be sure to get enough to enable him to shew his wit the first night before the Waiting Gentlewoman at the Stewards Table His motion must be with such a Clock-work formality as if he were only made to strike the Quarter-Bell upon Bow-Steeple This must be practised every morning in his Looking-glass and he must not suffer himself to eat until he find he hath profited something His Behaviour in the House He must be affable to his fellow-servants especially the Waiting-Gentlewoman and the Cook to the one for his breakfast to the other for a kiss or two now and then and that she may speak well of him to her Lady when he goes before his Lady he must walk as circumspectly as a Milk-maid with a pail upon her head crying ever and anon by your leave Gentlemen He ought in company to value himself according to the degree of his Lady wherein he must have a care not to lose the least atome of her dignity His pockets must not be greasie because he may have occasion to carry his Ladies Hoods and Scarfs in them He ought not to cast any affection upon his Masters daughter for the Butler having more wit then himself made sure of her before he could make his approaches His Dressings He must not be long in dressing himself because of walking the Rounds of his morning Visits The heels of his Shoes ought to be long and very slender that he may tread with the more grace and make the less noise His clothes ought to be put on with so much accurateness as if he were to dress himself every day for his life or if the world would perish were there a wrinkle in his Band white Gloves he must not want for they like white staves in other employments are the badges of his preferment In his Hair he must be as nice as the ancient Greeks and good reason that he should make much of it while he hath it it being uncertain how long a man in his place may keep it The Diseases incident to Gentlemen Ushers and their Cures The first is when his hair doth utterly abandon his head leaving his ears open to all reproaches finding the wages of their nourishment as small as the recompence of his service The Cure of this is by way of humble Petition to the Gentlewoman to afford him her Combings and some few spare Locks to hide the nakedness which she laid bare The other is the dwindling away of the calves of his legs This happens from his being overtoyl'd for being to divide himself between the Lady and her Woman they never leave sucking him till they have made him so transparent that you may see his very thoughts For the cure of this disease he must go to the Hosier instead of the Apothecary If the Gentlewoman will take the pains to nurse him his body may perhaps return again to his soul otherwise he dies like a Silk-worm having spun out himself to pleasure others To his Mistriss O Thou the dear inflamer of my eyes Life of my soul and hearts eternal prize How delectable is thy love how pure How apt to vanish able to allure A frozen soul and with thy sacred fires To affect dull spirits with extream desires How do thy joys though in their greatest dearth Transcend the proudest pleasures of the earth Thou art a perfect Symetry a rare Connexion Of many perfects to make one perfection Of Heavenly Musick where all parts do meet In one sweet strain to make one perfect sweet Glorious Extraction where each several feature Divine compriz'd to so Divine a Creature Give me thy heart and for that gift of thine Lest thou shouldst rent a heart I 'le give thee mine Song MIstake me not I am as cold as hot For though mine eyes betrays thy heart o're night Ere morn ere morn ere morning all is right Sometimes I burn And then do I return There 's nothing so unconstant as my mind I change I change I change even as the wind Perhaps in jest I said I lov'd thee best But 't was no more then what was long before I vow'd I vow'd I vow'd to twenty more Then prithee see I give no heart to thee For when I ne're could keep my own one day What hope what hope what hope hadst thou to stay Plurality in Love HE whose active thoughts disdain to be captive to one foe And would break his single chain or else more would undergo Let him learn the art of me By new bondage to be free What tyrannick Mistriss dare to one Beauty Love confine Who unbounded as the air all may court but none decline Why should we the Heart deny As many Objects as the Eye Wheresoe're I turn or move a new Passion doth detain me Those kind Beauties that do love or those proud ones that disdain me This frown melts and that frown burns me This to tears that to ashes turns me Soft fresh Virgins not full blown with their youthful sweetness take me Sober Matrons that have known long since what these prove awake me Here staid Coldness I admire There the lively active Fire She that doth by skill dispence every favour she bestows Or the harmless innocence which nor Court nor City knows Both alike my Soul enflame That wild Beauty and this tame She that wisely can adorn nature with the wealth of arts Or whose rural sweets do scorn borrow'd helps to take a heart The vain care of that 's my pleasure Poverty of this my treasure Both the Wanton and the Coy me with equal pleasures move She whom I by force enjoy Or who forceth me to love This because she 'l not confess That not hide her happiness She whose loosely flowing hair scatter'd like the beams o th' morn Playing with the sportive air hides the sweets it doth adorn Captive in that net restrains me In those golden-fetters chains me Nor doth she with powers less bright my divided heart invade Whose soft tresses spread like night
do believe I could not live in the fortunate Islands and having till I embrace you no other way of traffick but by Letters I am extreamly angry with my self that you have prevented me in returning our old correspondence Though I must acknowledge there is some justice in it for since you were the first that broke it 't was fit you should be the first to reestablish it I write thus of the honour of your favour assuring you notwithstanding that I could no way deserve it Therefore Sir give me leave to beg your pardon for my neglect if I were guilty which I shall never be in any thing that concerns you and to make it more clear to you I never ceas'd to honour you but onely not to express it was like a secret fire not quench'd but cover'd which became the more violent when it had less liberty to appear Wherefore Sir be confident that I shall make you see upon all occasions for what is just that I will never be less then I am Your c. A Familar Return of Thanks SIR THis negligence of my stile be pleas'd to esteem one of the marks of friendship between us Gratitude is one of a poor mans vertues This is the best Rhetorick you could expect in so few Lines and so I would renounce the world and all its promises if a mortal could do so to express my self but truly thankful to you for your exquisite favours The expedition of this messenger would permit me no further at this time but onely to set my hand to this protestation that I love you exceedingly that I honour you and am as much as any man can be in the world Your c. To his Friend inviting him into the Country SIR I will not send you studied complements I know you are born in a Country of good words I am here among Thorns and Thistles among people that are naturally affected with dulness and dream in the best company such as can give no other reason for their silence but that they are entreated not to speak in so much that you may walk our Village and hear nothing but whistling and which is a miracle our Coridons are here arrived to such a height of wilful ignorance as if they held their Lands by no other Tenure but that of never speaking to the purpose I should be quite out of heart if I had not your promise to relie on that you will suddenly give me a visit to witness what I am like to suffer this long vacation except I enjoy your company I wait for you as for a blessing and if you come not hither next week I proclaim to you that I am no longer Your c. To his sick Friend SIR The news of your sickness hath so alter'd my health that I may count my self a sharer in your misfortunes Really it hath so much griev'd me that the sorrow which I sustain is more then the fever which you endure Do you therefore take courage if you will that I should be in good health You know how much I am interested in your concernments In a word I assure you that if you do not quit your bed I shall be forc'd to betake my self to mine These are the absolute protests of Sir Your c. A Letter of Resolution WHY thus in Cynthia's sports do you delight And take from Loves all their due and right Yield brightest and his sweetest pleasures try Whose fires in funeral flames can onely die May I not live if all things plead not sin I wonder what strange sear doth keep thee in Though with Diana thou dost seem to vie Trust me thy face doth give thy words the lie More sit for Venus thou then her wilt prove There 's no Religion sweet but that of Love Were the Gods kinde and to my love agreed With eyes unwilling thou these Lines should read When shall I thee embrace intranc't and lie Languishing wrapt in Loves sweet extasie If Arts will not avail then Arms I le move And so my longing besome force thy love Yet us Loves warfare better will become Soft breathings best please love not the sierce Drum If that thou wilt I can more gentle be Lay shame aside and yield thy self to me Either thy self into my arms resign Or I must fall for I have vow'd thee mine To his Mistress desiring Enjoyment TEll me cruel fair one why When I ask you still deny You thereby unkind do prove Both to Nature and to Love Nature when she gave that eye That hand that lip that majesty Surely then she did not mean Here riches should be onely seen And not enjoy'd were not each sense A Sharer of your excellence Shee 'd wrong her self and so destroy Mankind by making you so coy Oh then yield and let me find That y' are thankful if not kind Cupid in your bosomes snow Losing his Shaft unbent his Bow And woo'd his Mother since he shot So long and wounded not Your eyes henceforth might be his Darts With which he slew so many hearts She did but with all gave you skill To heal again as well as kill She gave your eyes power to enflame A breath with all to cool the same You are just to use that breath To be a Sentencer of death Nay you are impious if you are Less merciful then you are fair And by denying needs must grant That you are proud or ignorant Where Women truly know their price 'T is pride not vertue makes them nice Let us Lucinda henceforth twine With close embraces Let us joyn Lip unto lip and reap the pleasure Of true Lovers without measure Till our Loves are by wonder grown From two bodies into one Yield Lucinda thy consent That from our true and just content Others may a perfect rule obtain How they should love how be belov'd again Thus she striveth to indite That can love but cannot write In every Line here may'st thou understand That Love hath sign'd and sealed with his hand These cannot blush although thou dost refuse them Nor will reply however you shall use them O modesty dist thou not me restrain How would I chide thee in this angry vain Pardon me dear if I offend in this With such delays my love impatient is I needs must write till time my saith approve And then I le cease but never cease to love Tears thou know'st well my heart cannot abide How I am angry when I least do chide Too well thou know'st what my creation made me And nature too well taught thee to invade me Thou know'st too well how what and when and where To write to speak to sue and to forbear By signes by sighs by motions and by tears When vowes should serve when oaths when smiles when prayers If any natural blemish blot my face Thou dost protest it gives my beauty grace And that attire I 'me used most to wear That 's the most excellent of all you swear Or if I wake or sleep or stand or
cruel Soul Alas you have no mercy on my captivity so that I am like the Spaniel that gnaws his chain but sooner spoils his teeth then procures liberty But as a Bladder is to a learning Swimmer so is Hope to me which makes me apt to believe that as there is no Iron but will be softned with the fire so there is no Heart how hard so ever that will not be soft-by continual prayers I confess my expression is but like a picture drawn with a coal wanting these lively colours which a more skilful Pen might give it However consider that the Sun disdains not to shine upon the smallest Worm Reconcile your self to the humblest of your Vassals and do not through your Marble-hearted-cruelty utterly overwhelm him with Sence-distracting grief like a Current that breaks the Dams and with a vigorous impetuousness drowns the Fields A Countrey Bumpkin to his Mistress Sweet honey Jone I Have here sent thee a thing such a one as the Gentlefolks call a Love Letter 't was indited by my self after I had drank two or three good draughts of Ale but 't was writ in a Roman joyning-hand by the School-master and Clerk of our Parish to whom I gave six pence for his pains Truly Jone my parents never brought me up to speak finely as my Landlords Son doth but this I can say in downright terms I love thee Marry Jone many time and oft have I fetcht home thy Cows when no body knew who did it Marry Jone thou know'st I always plaid a thy side at stool ball and when thou didst win the Garland in the Whitson-holidayes marry Jone I was sure to be drunk that night for joy Marry Jone cry I still but when wilt thou marrie Jone I know thou dost love Will. the Taylor who 't is true is a very quiver man and foots it most fetuously but I can tell thee Jone I think I shall be a better man then he shortly for I am learning of a Fidler to play o' the Kit so that if thou wilt not yield the sooner I will ravish thee ere long with my musick 'T is true I never yet gave thee a Token but I have here sent thee a peice of silver Ribband I bought it in the Exchange where all the folks houted at me but thought I hout and be hang'd and you will for I will buy a Knot for my love I assure thee Jone 't will make a better shew then a Gilt Bay-leaf and for this year be the finest sight in all our Church But what wilt thou give me for this Jone alas I ask nothing but thy self come Jone thou shalt give me thy self come prethe Jone give me thy self What a happy day would that be that to see us with our best Cloathes on at Church and the Parson saying 〈◊〉 Tom take thee Jone and by the mass I would take thee and hug thee and lug thee too and hey then away to the Alehouse and hey for the Musitioners and the Canaries and the Sillabubs and the Shoulder a Mutton and gravie with a hey down derry and a diddle diddle dee Thus having no more to say I rest in assurance of thy good will thine honestly truly and blewly FINIS Posies for RINGS THou wert not handsom wise but rich 'T was that which did my eyes bewitch What God hath joyn'd let no man put asunder Divinely knit by God are we Late one now two the pledge you see We strangely met and so do many But now as true as ever any As we began so let 's continue My Beloved is mine and I am his True blew will never stain No money shall buy my No horns good Wife Against thou goest I will provide another Let him never take a Wife That will not love her as his life In loving thee I love my self A heart content Cannot repent I do not repent That I gave my consent No gift can show The love I ow. What the eye saw the heart hath chosen More faithful then fortunate I 'le ring thy thumb Then clap thy bum Hab nab yet happy be lucky Love me little but love me long 'T is a good Mare that ne're trips Love him that gave thee this Ring of gold 'T is he must kiss thee when th' art old Now I know more Then I knew before I long'd to lose and now have lost I am contented farewel frost This Circle though but small about The Devil jealousie shall keep out If I think my Wife is fair What need other people care Now do I find Why men are kind 'T is in vain for to resist Women will do what they list This Ring as a token I give to thee That thou no tokens do change for me One begs enough ne're fear To a small closet door my Dear Sarah I do love thee so Cause thou didst not say me No. My dearest Betty Is good and pretty I did then commit no folly When I married my sweet Molly Dorothy this Ring is thine And now thy bouncing body's mine 'T is fit men should not be alone Which made Tom to marry Jone Peg if thou art a Peg for me Then I will have a Peg for thee Su is bonny blithe and brown This Ring hath made her now my own Katie I chose with hair so red For the fine tricks she plays abed Nan with her curl'd locks I spy'd And would never be deny'd Prances is a name that 's common But H. W. made me a woman Tabitha's a name that sounds not ill She was bid rise but I bid mine lie still Ursula her name sounds rough I warrant she 'l give thee enough Dorcas she made coats for Children But we 'l make Children to wear coats Like Phyllis there is none She truly loves her Choridon Leonora's fair well bred Yet I had her Maiden-head Ellen all men commend thy eyes Onely I commend thy thighes I have a John as true as steel I do believe because I feel Robert thou art a man of mettle Thy string is sweet yet doth it nettle My Henry is a rousing blade I lay not long by him a maid My William with his wisp He loves me well although I lisp I love James for Scotlands sake Where so many bellies ake I love the name that conquer'd France Which made me yield to Edwards Lance. Thomas is fit a Cuckold to be For he will not believe unless he see I love Abraham above any Because he was the father of many PROVERBS The Text. HE that hath a Woman by the waste hath a wet Eel by the tail Comment For Women hate delaies as much as they abominate debility Womens actions are like their wombs not to be fathomed And therefore he that deals with them ought to be a man of a deep reach Love though he be blind can smell This is the reason that a man that runs passionately after a woman is said to have his nose in her tail and is call'd a smell-smock Nothing venture nothing have Yet he
through all Countries will travel through the Isle of Man in a minute but never is quiet till he comes into Middlesex and there keeps his Christmas it is his habitation his mansion from which he will never out until he be fired A Platonick Love is no other then to have men brought in Litters disguise to cuckold us in vertue Luxurious Riots are the shames of men that have the seeds of vertue in them springing to glory that drownd their spirits in lees of sloth and yield the glories of the day to wine to lust and banquets that dress themselves up like to Pageants with thousand antick and exotick shapes that make and Idol of a Looking-glass sprucing themselves two hours by it with such gestures and postures that a waiting wench would be ashamed of and then come forth to adore their Mistresses fan or tell their dream ravish a kiss from her white glove and then compare it with her hand to praise her gown her tire and discourse of the fashion discovery make which Lady paints which not which Lord playes best at Gleek which at Racket these are fine Elements A Lie is like a Lap-wing which still flies Far from her sought nest still here 't is she cries Lies hide our sins like nets like perspectives they that draw offences nearer make them greater Truth though it trouble some mindes that are both dark and dangerous yet it preserves it self and comes off pure innocent and like the sun though never so eclisped it breaks in glory Man is a tree that hath no top in cares nor root in comforts It is the deepest art to study man the world 's divided into knaves and fools Men are like pollitick states or troubled seas tossed up and down with several storms and tempests change and variety wrack and for tunes till labouring in the Haven of our homes we study for the calme that crowns our ends Man is a ship that sails with adverse winds and hath no Haven till he land at death then when he thinks his hands fast grasp the bank comes a rude billow betwixt him and safety and beats him back into the deep again To Marry is to be long-lived variety is like rare sawces provoke too far and draws on surfets more then the other The marriage rites are like to those that do deny a purgatory they locally contain a heaven or hell there is no third place The joys of Marriage are a heaven on earth lifes paradise there is no rest orative like to a constant woman but where is she it would puzzle all the Gods to create such a new monster Misfortune vexes us like to Quotidians they intermit a little and return e're we have lost the memory of our first fit If a Man be thrust into a well no matter whose hand is to it his own weight brings him to the bottom Fortune makes this conclusion All things shall help the unhappy man still to fall lower Mischiefs are like to darts shot at repelling walls in their return they light on them that did direct them To think of crimes when they are done and past and to be punisht doth but mischif breed we are then like beasts when they are fat they bleed Mischief is like Cockatrices eyes sees first and kills or is seen first and dies Mischief overflows our thoughts and like a sea devours the dew the rain the snow the springs and all the sweetness of the loveliest things Money is a chick of the white hen old fortune he that hath it whatsoever he treads upon shall be a rose Murther is open eyed and as the sea whose covetuous waves imprisoned by the land bellow for grief and roar upon the sands so from the earth it cries and like a childe wrong'd by its careless nurse will not be stilled Natures crescent doth not grow alone in shews and bulks but as her temple waxes the inward service of the minde and soul withal grows wider What a fine book is heaven which we may read best at night then every star is a fair letter How much they wrong thee Night which call thee guilty of rapes and murthers it is the day that like a glorious whore engages men to act them and taking thee the darkness to obscure them unjustly lay the shame upon thy brows thou art so innocent thou never sawest them Old men lustful do shew like yong men angry eager violent out-bid alike their limited performances Old men are discreet sinners and offend with silence but yong men when the feat is done do crow like pregnant cocks boast to the world their strength of their most vicious follies He that hath got the Elixir of Opinions has got all he is the man that turns his brass to gold Opinion's but a fool that makes us scan The outward habit by the inward man He that weighs mens thoughts hath his hands full of nothing a man in the course of this world should be like a Chyrurgeons instrument work in others wounds and feel nothing himself the sharper and subtler the better All are not Bawds I see now that keep doors Nor all good Wenches that are markt for Whores Where Order is once shaked which is the ladder to all high designs the enterprize is sick With what a compelled face a woman sits whilst she is Drawing I have noted divers either to feign smiles or suck in their lips to have a little mouth dimple their cheeks and so disorder their face with affectation at next sitting it hath not been the same I have known others have lost the entire fashion of their face in half an hours sitting in hot weather the painting of their faces was so mellow that they have left the poor man harder work by half to mend the Copy they wrought by Indeed if ever I would have mine drawn to the life I would have the Painter steal it at such time when I am devoutly kneeling at my prayers there is then a heavenly beauty in it the soul moves in the superficies Paintings and Epitaphs are both alike they flatter us and say we have been such When Princes heads sleeps on their Councels knees a State 's deep rooted must grow up high when Providence Zeale Uprightness and Integrity husband it He that suffers Prosperity to swell him above a mean like those impressions in the Air that rise from Dunghill Vapors scattered by the wind leaves nothing but an empty name behinde Prosperity is the Bawd of Love whose fresh complexion and whose heart together affliction alters It fares with some in their Prosperity as with others I have known of rare parts who from their successe of fighting of Duels have been raised up to such a pride and so transformed from what they were that all that loved them truly wisht they had faln in them Like dust before a winde those men do flie That prostrate on the ground of Fortune lie And being great like trees that broadest sprout Their own top-heavy state grubs up their
neat ornaments seeing that you are that very picture of ornament it self and doubtless your Trade must be very innocent for you deal all in white Sir Your good opinion doth much oblige me yet I entreat the favour of you to believe that there is as much deceit in our Trade as in any occupation about London Lady You may perceive by my behaviour and my garb that I am a person wholly made up of complements so that the greatest complement that I can give you is my self And as a testimony of this I should be glad to give you a treatment at the Sebastian over against Southampton-house not daring to doubt but that you are as fame speaketh most of your calling of a courteous and yielding nature Sir Your great estate would argue me of folly should I deny you any thing that may obtain your custome Between a Journeyman-Haberdasher of small Wares and a Ladies Chamber-maid Fair Creature For whose sake Cupid became a Weaver that he might twist into thee all his mothers graces grant me the favor to accost thy coral lip that I may shew thee how my Master kisses my Mistress Sir Though our Butler hath bin teaching me something of this nature already yet I shall be glad to take better example from your more exquisite accomplishments Lady I have here brought you four pair of blew Shoe-strings to signifie the knots wherewith you have tied my heart as also a Love-hood to remember you of the love I bear you and a pair of trimm'd Gloves that when your fingers are imprisoned in them you may think upon the captivity into which you have brought my soul. 'T is true I rather chose to steal then buy them partly having the advantage of my Masters Shop and partly knowing how much young people do delight in stoln contents Sir Though I that am a Chamber-maid an exact Trimmer of Gloves have deserved these and greater â—avors then these yet if you will bring me when you come hither next Sunday a set of Lemon colour and silver Knots I shall then think it my part to study the satisfaction of your desires but it must be upon good conditions Lady of my constant affections impose what conditions you please the strictest of them will not be too heavy for him that desires to bear the burthen of your love Briefly thus Sir You must let me have young Pease by latter end of March ripe Cherries by May-day in clothes none of my quality must go finer then I. 'T will be your gain for I shall sit in the Shop and invite custom Mistriss Prudentia You may think I lye now but let me never stir more if I do in reality I love you and as for these conditions if I do not follow them then cut my throat and throw me into the House of office what can a man say more Well Sir go to I 'le tell you more next Sunday but be sure you remember my Knots Between a Gentleman Usher and a Waiting Gentlewoman Bright pearl in Natures eye I have made a journey from my looking-glass hither that I may present you my exiguous devoires Sir Your exquisite knowledge in the service of Ladies emboldens me to desire a â—avour of your hands that you would be pleas'd the maids being all busie in washing to help me to comb my head Lady The softness of your Hair betrays the softness of your disposition and indeed how should it be otherwise it having been so long sleek'd with the smoothing-iron of a mild and gentle education Sir As one shoulder of mutton drives down another so the readiness wherewith you have done me one courtesie makes me to request another from you that when my Lady is engag'd abroad in company you would be pleas'd to carry a Complement from me to a Sweet-heart of mine a Barber in Fleet-street I can assure you that for my sake he will give you a cast of his Office for nothing at any time Lady You have ript up an old sore in my heart which hath been wounded long ago by your Beauty for it was now my intention to have ingrafted my self into your affection Oh Sir I dare not presume upon a man that goes before my Lady beside that your Periwig and the smallness of the Calf of your Leg would cause the Hickup in my Fancy should you urge your request any further and therefore I implore you to desist Between a Lawyers Clerk and his Masters Daughter Most celestial beam of Beauty I have receiv'd you into my heart which like a burning-glass contracting the heat of your rayes is now all on fire not to be quench'd but by the moistening julip of your affection Kind Robin I have long thought thee to be what now I find thee a Phenix among men which thou provest by going about to die in thy flames but heaven forbid I will first make water in a bason and give it thee wherein to bathe thy burning breast before I will be depriv'd of thy service How willingly Mrs. Mary should I receive such a stream into my bosom But Oh your Father he 's the shoe that wrings us both by the foot methinks I hear him saying already Out ye poor condition'd slut what marry your Fathers Clerk Come Robin Clerk me no Clerks I love thee and if my father do compel me to marry another yet Robin thou knowest there are private corners in London Mrs. Mary I bow with all reverence to your manifold favours But what do you think of a little horse-play in the time Robin I acknowledge thy civility and shall not refuse any occasion to gratifie thy reasonable request for I love tumbling dearly Between the Countrey Bumkin and his Mistriss going to a Fair. Well overtaken my dear Katie I no sooner heard that thou wert gone to the Fair but I came a swinging pace after thee for in troth Katie I love thee above all things as a man may say in the versal world Alas Katie thy love hath gor'd me to the very heart so that I shall be always as sick as a Horse till thou hast cur'd me with the plaister of thy love Nay Richard As bad as I love thee I do not love thee so Ill but that I 'le kiss my lips into a consumption to save thy life Ita say'st thou me so Kate God a mercy for that girle by the mass and that word shall cost me the best fairing in the Pedlers pack Come hold by my skirts and let 's make all the haste we can Kate. O Dear Richard how you sweat here take my handkercher to wipe your face But Richard must not I wear a gold Ring like my Dame when I am married I Kate and a posie in it too which shall be this Richard and Kate shall live without hate 'T was my own invention and judge you now Kate if I be not a brave blade to lead a Hen to water Truly Richard did I not take you for a very pretty fellow you should not
o're her shoulders a black shade For the star-light of her eyes Brighter shines through those dark skies Black or fair or tall or low I alike with all can sport The bold sprightly Thais woe or the frozen Vestal Court Every Beauty takes my mind Ty'd to all to none confin'd A description of his Mistriss SO looks the Virgin Rose which cherish'd by the genial truth Her crimson Beauties doth disclose as doth the ruby portals of her mouth Which when she doth unfold Two bright transparent rows Of pearl ye may behold From between which a breath of Amber flows A more then Tyrean purple doth o'respread Her lips which softer are Then the Swans down and smoother far The costly juice that dwells In Oriental shells To them looks pale they are so purely red Fair Cheeks that look like blushing roses plac't In purest Ivory Or Coral within snow enchas'd The Glories of the Spring Grow pale and languishing For envy so out-shin'd by them to be Sweetly triumphing Eyes That in two Crystal prisons do contain Death in affrown's disguise How gladly would I die to be by those eyes slain Delightful cruelty Of those all charming Eyes That have on one design'd to try With what a pleasing empire they can tyrannize The Melancholy Lover HIther I come delightful groves To spend my sighs and make my moan To whose still shades it best behoves To make my plaints and sorrows known And these gentle trees invite To pity my disconsolate plight 'T is rigorous love that doth torment This disturbed heart of mine But of a Creature so Divine That I ought not to repent To have loved though unlov'd again The sole author of my pain Is bright Sylvia gentle bowrs To your gloomy walks unknown Who loves to spend the harmless hours Among silent groves alone Hnd can with her presence bright To the darkest shades give light Sylvia hath about her charms Nations able to subdue And can conquer with those arms More then mightiest Kings can do But I that am her chiefest aim Am destin'd to the greatest flame I die Sylvia when I behold Those eyes that set on fire my heart Yet I for love is uncontroll'd Greedy and fond of my own smart And captive to my misery Love to behold those Stars and die To his Mistriss falsly accusing him WRong me no more In thy complaint Blam'd for inconstancy I vow'd to adore The fairest Saint Not chang'd while thou wer't she But if another thee out-shine Th' inconstancy is only thine To be by such Blind Fools admir'd Gives thee but small esteem By whom as much thou 'dst be desir'd Did'st thou less beautious seem Sure why they love they know not well Who why they should not cannot tell Women are by themselves betray'd And to their short joys cruel Who foolishly themselves perswade Flames can outlast their fuel None though Platonick their pretence With reason love unless by sense And he by whose command to thee I did my heart resign now bids me chuse a Deity Diviner far then thine No power from love can beauty sever I 'me still loves subject thine was never The fairest she whom none surpass To love hath only right and such to me thy beauty was till one I found more bright But were as impious to adore thee now as not t' have don 't before Nor is it just by Rules of Love Thou shouldst denv to quit a heart that must anothers prove even in thy right to it Must not thy subjects captives be To her who triumphs over thee Cease then in vain to blot my name With forg'd Apostacy thine is that stain who dar'st to claim what others ask of thee Of Lovers they are only true Who pay their hearts where they are due To his false Mistriss CElio remains disconsolate forsaken of his cruel Lover Who not asham'd to violate Her faith doth for her false heart discover Oft do I her hard heart bemoan Inveigh on her unconstant mind Oft blame my self for doting on a thing more fickle then the wind Sometimes unhappy men he deem'd her absence might have quench'd his flame But now more and fair then e're she seem'd his flames increase through her disdain Now nought is left me but dispair My adverse â—ate brought me to see Things distant most admired are enjoyment breeds satiety I go to see the fair unkind whom her new Lovers arms immure Me she vouchsas'd not once to mind in her inconstancy secure Was 't not enough Phillis said I that thy deceitful charming wiles Should cheat my â—ond credulity that thou seekst others to beguile If amidst these thy new delights Thou hapst no time to think on me Think how awakn'd conscience frights Think Phillis on thy perjury Longer to grieve I see 't is vain Longer my troubled thoughts to vex Phillis triumph in her disdain Phillis the falsest of her sex Resolution to Love I Wonder what the Grave and Wise Think of all us that love Whether our pretty fooleries Their mirth or anger move They understand not breath that words do want Our sighs to them are unsignificant One of them saw me t'other day Touch thy dear hand which I admire My soul was melting straight away And dropt before the fire This silly Wiseman who pretends to know Ask'd why I look'd so pale and trembled to Another from my Mistriss dore Saw me with watry eyes to come Nor could the hidden cause explore But thought some smoak was in the room Such ignorance from unwounded learning came He knew tears made by smoak but not by flame If learn'd in other things you be And have in Love no skill For God sake keep your arts from me For I 'le be ignorant still Study or actions others may embrace My Love 's my business and my Book 's her face These are but trifles I confess Which me weak mortal move Nor is your busie seriousness Less trifling then my love The wisest King who from his sacred brest Pronounc'd all vanity chose it for the best Tyranny in Love BLind Cupid lay thy Bow aside Thou dost know its use For Love thy Tyranny doth shew Thy kindness is abuse Thou who wer't call'd a Pretty Boy Art thought a Skeleton For thou like death dost still destroy When thou dost strike at one Each vulgar hand can do as much Then Heavenly skill we see When we behold two Arrows touch Two marks that distant be Love always looks for joy agen If e're thou woundst mans heart Pierce by the way his Rib and then He 'l kiss not curse thy dart Against Love NOw fie on love it ill befits Or Man or Woman know it Love was not meant for people in their wits And they that fondly shew it Betray their too much feather'd brains And shall have Bedlam only for their pains To Love is to distract my sleep And waking to wear fetters To Love is but to go to School to weep I 'le leave it for my betters If single love be such a curse To marrie is
the Heav'nly Spheres In thy soul winning voice appears Happy were I had I like Atlas grace So fair a Heav'n with mine arms to embrace The Queen of Fairies COme follow follow me You Fairy Elves that be Which Circle on the Green Come follow me your Queen Hand in hand let 's dance a round For this place is Fairy ground When Mortals are at rest And snorting in their nest Unheard and unespy'd Through Key-holes we do glide Over Tables Stools and Shelves We trip it with our Fairy Elves And if the House be foul Or Platter Dish or Bowl Up stairs we nimbly creep And find the sluts asleep There we pinch their arms and thighs None escapes nor none espies But if the house be swept And from uncleanness kept We praise the Houshold-maid And surely she is paid For we do use before we go To drop a Tester in her Shoe Upon a Mushrom's head Our table we do spread A Corn of Rie or Wheat Is Manchet which we eat Pearly drops of dew we drink In Acorn Cups fill'd to the brink The brains of Nightingales The unctious dew of Snailes Between two Nut-shels stew'd Is meat that 's easily chew'd And the beards of little Mice Do make a feast of wondrous price On tops of dewie grass So nimbly do we pass The young and tender stalk Ne're bends when we do walk Yet in the morning may be seen Where we the night before have been The Grashopper and Flie Serve for our minstrelsie Grace said we dance a while And so the time beguile And when the Moon doth hide her head The Gloe-worm lights us home to bed Cupid Contemn'd CUpid thou art a sluggish Boy and dost neglect thy calling Thy Bow and Arrows are a toy thy monarchy is falling Unless thou dost recall thy self and take thy tools about thee Thou wilt be scorn'd by every Elf and all the world will flout thee Rouze up thy spirit like a God and play the Archer finely Let none escape thy Shaft or Rod 'gainst thee have spoke unkindly So may'st thou chance to plague that heart That cruelly hath made me smart Bootless Complaint THough bootless I must needs complain my faults are so extream I loved and was belov'd again yet all was but a dream For as that love was quickly got so was it quickly gone I 'le love no more a flame so hot I 'le rather let 't alone The Departure WE must not love as others do With sighs and tears as we were two Though with this outward form we part We find each other in our heart What search hath found a being where I am not if that thou be there True love hath wings and will assoon Survey the World as Sun or Moon And every where our triumph keep Our absence which makes others weep Shews it thereby a power is given To love on Earth as they in Heaven To a Lady in Prison LOok out bright eyes and clear the air even in shadows you are fair Caged beauty is like fire that breakes out clearer still and higher Though the body be confin'd and soft Love a prisoner bound Yet the beauty of your mind neither check nor chain hath found Look out nobly then and dare Even the fetters that you wear To Sorrow Sorrow why dost thou seek to tempt my quiet soul to misery and wo My constant thoughts from thine assaults exempt Inur'd to fortunes crosses long ago Go seek out some who doth affect thy pain If none thou find'st return to me again When elder years witness my race as run and hoary locks my hollow temples fill When I shall sit and say the world is done sorrow return and satisfie thy will Till then go seek out some who affects thy pain If none thou find'st return to me again Constancy resolved COme constant hearts that so prevail That every passion puts in bail My innocence shall dare as far To bid the Tyrant open war If warm'd with pride he kindle fires We 'l drown them in our chaste desires If he assail with Dart and Bow We 'l hide them in the hills of snow So shall his heart plagu'd mourn and die While we smile at his memory And keep our hearts our eyes and ears Free from vain sighs sad groans and tears Lose no time LOse no time nor youth but be Kind to men as they to thee The fair Lillies that now grow In thy cheeks and purely show The Cherry and the Rose that blow If too long they hand and waste Winter comes that all will blast Thou art ripe full ripe for Men In thy sweets be gather'd then Song NOt Roses couch'd within a lilly bed are those commixtures that depaint thy face Nor yet the white that silver Hyems head mix'd with the dewy mornings purple grace but thou whose face my senses captive led Whom I erst fondly deem'd of heavâ—nly race Hast from my guiltless blood which thou hast shed And envious paleness got thy white and red Song REad in the Roses the sad story Of my hard fate and your own glory In the white you may discover The paleness of a fainting Lover In the red the flames still feeding On my heart with fresh wounds bleeding The white will tell you how I languish And the red express my anguish The frown that on your brows recided Have the Roses thus divided O let your smiles but clear the weather And then they both shall grow together Dying to Live YOung Thirsis laid in Phillis lap and gazing on her eye Tyought life too mean for such good hap and fain the Lad would die When Phillis who the force did prove of Love as well as he Cry'd to him Stay a while my Love and I will die with thee So did these happy Lovers die but with so little pain That both to life immediately return'd to die again Who his Mistress is WIll you know my Mistress face 't is a Garden full of Roses When the Spring in every place white and blushing red discloses 'T is a Paradise where all That attempt the fruit must fall Will you know her forehead fair 't is heavenly living Sphere Under which the veins like air all Celestial blew appear But those burning Suns her Eyes He that dares live under dies Will you know her body now 't is a tall ship under sail From the rudder to the prow nothing but Imperial But that foolish man that stears Fills his Compass by his fears Shall I now her mind declare 't is a body arm'd for war Marching in proportion fair till the Lover hopes too far Then her eyes give fire and all Within level helpless fall In praise of Fools FOols they are the only nation Worth mens envy or admiration Free from love and sorrow taking Themselves and others merry making O who would not be He He He. All they speak or do is sterling your Fool he is your great mans darling And your Ladies sport and pleasure tongue and babble are his treasure Even his face begetth
you knew with what impatience I expect a reply charity would oblige you to set at rest the disquiet mind of c. My resolution is to possess my self always c. There is none more interested in your concernments nor more participates in any satisfaction of yours than he that is by reason as well as inclination c. Could my endeavours take effect or my vows accomplishment you should not long reckon me in the number of your unprofitable servants for I am most assuredly c. Sir I know your high merits and the nobleness of your condition hath much encreased the number of your servants yet I will say this that though you joyn them altogether yet they are not so much as I am c. You may easily know without being a Prophet the dear esteem I have for you and may believe without any further assurance that I am c. It remains in you to allay the discontent of my mind by giving me some imployment in your service which may witness the passion that I have to maintain the quality of c. Which obliges me in the midst of mine ill fortune to have recourse to prayers that you would honour me with your commands that by my obedience to them you may be forced to believe c. Desiring to make you see rather by effects than words how much I am without complement c. I shall give you new proofs thereof by the continuance of my respects and the title which I desire to bear of c. For though you may have a more powerful yet you never can have a more constant and faithful servant c. I shall expect the favour that I may not bear the unprofitable title of c. Neither shall I be contented till I have given you full testimonies thereof as being c. Desiring nothing more then to live and die c. Though I shall not regard that while it is for your interest as being one that makes it his publick profession to appear in all places c. Only be confident of this that I am more than any man in the World c. For I shall never be capable of apprehending any thing else but how to testifie my devotion to be c. For she participates very much of that passion which I have to serve you c. In which list I am bold to write my self c. Among all my felicities I count it not the meanest the liberty which you are pleased to give me of stiling my self what I most truly am c. And find occasions more and more to testifie what I am and shall ever be c. Sir if you will permit me to imploy my soul thus you may still enjoy him who is c. I am preparing to forsake all the affairs of the world to entertain you and testifie how much I am c. You know very well that I am but a rude Courtier but my words carry truth with them while I affirm that I am from my soul c. To his Mistriss recover'd from an Ague Madam YOu may very well admire to receive a Letter from one whom long before this time you might have imagin'd to have been dead a Patient which the Doctors gave over and who himself acknowledges no Physick could have cured but that of your fair presence which carried such a soveraignty with it that my Ague presently left me and nature in spight of my disease took strength to her self and rais'd me up in my bed to make this clear acknowledgment of cure to your Beauty Madam I now find my self rid of that distemper and am perswaded I shall sooner for the future suffer under the violence of a Feaver than of a shivering Cold. I could not but express my scars to you with my thanks hoping that you will take care to preserve what you have again created Be pleas'd to interest your affection for my safety and to defend a thing whom your goodness hath made so dear to you as to be ever Madam c. To his retired Mistriss Lady YOu carry your eyes like one of those that wear a Veil not a look of yours but preaches chastity and you are so confirm'd in a general contempt of manking that if Fortune her self should come to present you with a Husband you would scarce go out of your Closet to meet him in your Chamber You speak of nothing but Religion and Cloisters and all your entertainment is discourse of mortification Lady not to dissemble my thoughts to you I much fear that a beginning like yours so full of restraint will afterwards be followed with a progress of too much liberty and instead of the precise demureness that you pretend some Servant or other will read a new Heresie in your face I shall not at this time send you studied Oaths or Protestations I know some Moons must go about before you will acknowledge the error wherein you live For the present I shall only desire you to take care of your health if not for your own yet for the common good of those that love you of which number he desires to be the first who presumes to honour himself with the Title of Madam c. To his Mistriss being disoblig'd by her LAdy I did always expect this favour from your ordinary goodness that I might promise my self that you would have a little kindness for me 't is true that I was pre-inform'd of your humor but I could hardly believe it or that you would disoblige those that shall do you service and friendship I would not now complain of you but that I should give you advantage by my silence that I had not discovered the subtleties of your deceit which is so malicious that I have at once stript me both of love and hatred and I am now impatient till I have acquainted those that yet profess their service to you how that of all the Ladies I ever knew you are the most unworthy of affection In the mean space I beseech you to believe that those endeavours which you have employ'd to disoblige me have absolutely taken away my will and desire to be Lady c. To his Mistress acknowledging the kindness of her Letters LAdy I am no less oblig'd to you for your Letters then for your entertainments though I have not judgment enough to censure their goodness I am not so unfortunate as not to tast of their sweetness I must entreat you to belive me and not to forbear to make me happy with them You know not but that I may be-come a Ciceronian being instructed by your eloquent Copies which if I cannot reach to my self I will at least shew them to those that shall render them excellent by their imitation For certainly without flattery all nature had need put her self into action to find out your equal Lady I I do with all seriousness acknowledge that it is too great an ambition for me either to stile my self
tir'd you into a necessity of yielding to my Request Though I confess could I but gain the advantage of being esteem'd and beloved by you it is the highest â—light that my ambition covets To his long absented Mistress Madam I Cannot but deplore my misfortune that Cameleon like I live onely on the Idea all the support of my frail life having been for this twelve moneths onely from imagination I protest Lady those four Letters which I receiv'd quarter after quarter have with much ado kept me alive the last you directed to me being so short as if you had confin'd me to the extremity of so thin a dyet that your most despised Lovers might in my pittiful Picture read to themselves Lectures of consolation Lady I know at the best that absent persons cannot entertain themselves but by Letters yet by as woful experience I find that there is but small pleasure to hear thus so far off from one another as we do For my part I cannot but complain and I think I have more cause than any man living you know the reality of this my expression believe me you have expos'd me to such extremities that I am now resolv'd to approach you and to write no more but act what I have been accustom'd to protest how perfectly I can be Madam c. To his Mistriss upon the death of her Brother LAdy The continuance of your melancholy having toucht me so far as to make me partake of your grief wonder not if you receive these undeserved lines from me which I hope will wipe away your tears if you consider him that intreats you to be pitiful to himself if not to his youth Believe me Dearest my sorrows for your self carry more reason with them then yours for your deceased Brother which can have no other pretence than custom and your good nature Pardon me if I tell you freely that if you do not decline your grief I shall abate of the belief I had of your spirit I know well that the loss of Friends must needs touch us nor would I remove the sense of mourning but the error not the tribute of tears but the superfluity of them For though we must give something to nature let us not take away all from reason neither doth Nature so much as Opinion prevail over in these extreams of sorrow Believe me Fair one sorrow hath plac'd you too near the grave that should you look in your glass you would already conceive your self there for never did tears deal more cruelly with any than your self seeing they have mind at once two of the fairest things in the world the clearness of your disposition and beauty Judge therefore whether I have not as much cause to lament with you as to write to you At least I hope you will of your subtle thoughts to consider a little of him who with tears entreats you to consider of your self as being Madam c. To her Servant accepting his Service SIR Since you can so well express your affection to one that needs it I could not but let you understand how you have prosper'd with Justice enough you name your self a Friend yet in my opinion you might invent some more significant word though it were to stile your self a Lover for you have already given me such real testimonies of your affection that I dare entertain you in such a quality I only wait for a favourable occasion which may for my excuse witness the dear and glorious marks which you gave me of your love and account of me and how much I am already Sir c. The Answer LAdy I am no longer able to keep my words from letting my heart fall upon this paper your Letter having won me to you in such a sort that I have no power over my self but what you leave me the joy I have entertain'd from your lines having not yet restor'd me to my reason this may seem strange to you but I assure you I find no other reason to be contented to live but as you are still in the world and I am therefore only bound to preserve my self because you are unwilling to lose me Your lines sweetly invite me to give you a visit Fairest if you will have me to endure your presence take some more humane form and appear not in that fulness of splendor lest I forget what you are and never cease to do you continual acts of reverence and when I should speak to you should overflow with prayers and thanks conceiving that I may have fortune from others but glory from none but you Let me intreat you therefore when I approach your favours that you would give them out by tale and distribute them by measure that he may not be too far transported beyond himself who is Lady c. From a Lady consenting to her Servants Requests SIR I must not wish you good without endeavouring to do it as far as my weak endeavours will permit me I have so many affections that I remain unmoveable so that you may be assur'd if you can love your self that you need not to doubt of my endearments to you Sir though I cannot be regular in observing complements I shall never be negligent in necessary duties and so often think of you that you need not to sollicite my thoughts True friendship is always attended with remembrance and they that can forget were never truly in love When we fix upon a worthy object we should resemble the Covetous who have no less care to conserve then to heap up treasure All that for the present I shall request you is that you would be more bold to employ me and think if I want a memory to accomplish your desires that I am then on my death-bed This is the assurance you may expect from her who is Your c. To her Servant resolving not to Marry SIR I am not yet in the mind to change the blessedness of my Liberty for the Purgatory of Marriage you tell me a Wife is the wealth of the mind you must except all all jealousies and dislikes that may happen Then that she is the welfare of the heart 't is so when her youth with beauty her wit with vertue have that happy agreement between themselves so as to command the affections But Sir you are not to learn they have left most of our sex It were a sin to pry further into their imperfections the terms you write on being so extreamly opposite But if I am not deceived in my reading the learned express that they weaken the strength confound the business of our life empty the purse with a thousand other feat qualities which when I meet you next you shall be sure to hear of Till when wishing you the continuance of that quiet wherein you boast your self to live I decline this theame of your wiving Letter till our next visit I bid you farewell and rest Your c. To his Mistress Sick Madam THough the most fair
envy your beauties and the most perfect your merits yet are they silenced by your charms nay sickness it self is render'd captive by the puissence of your allurements though if it wound you now it is but with the wounds that you have made and doubtless it hath seiz'd on you hoping that by possession of your fair body it may both change its name and nature so that it is pardonable both for its love and for its subtlety Neither do I believe that it is you but your rigour that it aims to destroy be you less cruel and the disease will asswage otherwise you will be in danger of your life Though doubtless the consideration of destroying so many marvels will stop his designs Death oft-times make use of love against us so that he will have a care of your life as of his keenest weapon wherewith he brings us men under his command making us willing to yield to his stroak as the refuge of that misery into which your cruelty oft-times throws us This I know by experience as being your Slave To his Mistriss despairing of her Favour though unjustly offended against her Madam WHat avails it you to make me feel your Thorns when I have gather'd your Flower Why do you blame in words him whom you have honour'd in effects and blame him without cause who cannot praise you but unjustly Moderate your severity seeing that it offends you more then it hurts me I have protested a thousand times that I never was faulty as you thought me though it was to no purpose you believing otherwise It suffices for my satisfaction that I know the truth and that I have essay'd all the ways in the world to make you understand it though in vain Adieu most fair but yet too cruel if you leave me triumphing over the most worthy subject in the world I leave you vanquish'd by a more faithful Lover A Letter of Consolation to a Mistress upon the death of her Servant Madam I Believe that if you have been the last who have understood the death of your Servant that you will be one of the first and indeed the onely person who will in your soul celebrate the sad remembrance of him a much longer time than any of his Friends not that his merit doth oblige you for I well know that all merit loses its esteem in your presence being so perfect as you are nor your Piety though it be a thing natural to you with your other vertues but only his love and constancy as being both equally incomparable Neither do I believe that either of these do oblige you at all for though his love were very great that could not be otherwise seeing you were his object no more than his constancy whatever it were so that to say the truth I know not what can urge you to bewail his loss unless it be the goodness of your inclinations being as mild and sweet as you are fair and consequently full of Piety I should weep my self for having the least thought to condemn your tears yet give me leave to believe that when you remember that the fires proceeding from your eyes did help to consume his life it would make them weep for sorrow Now what punishment will you impose upon your Beauty if there be nothing in you that hath partaken of the millions of pains which he hath endured for your sake Certainly you ought to suffer Shipwrack in the Sea of your tears unless the God of Love have need of you for one of his Altars Since you are the only Idol to whom all mortals will present the sacrifices of their Servitude And as for my self who have undertaken to succeed to the merits and constancy of your deceased Servant I will not give assurances in words for deeds themselves shall always be my sureties Dry up your tears stop your sighs I summon you to this duty in the behalf of Reason it self knowing that his Commands are to be obey'd Madam when I first put Pen to Paper I had a design to comfort you but knowing the greatness of your resolution against all sorts of accidents I chang'd my intention to assure you of the love and servitude that I have vow'd to you under the title of Madam Your most humble Servant Letters SIR I Know 't is to 〈◊〉 purpose to dispute of Civilities with you 〈◊〉 liâ—â— in the light of the world and are so well stor'd with the best words to express them I know too well that the excellency that dwells in you begets at the same time desires to preserve as well as to acquire your favour I have but one grief that I have not Soul enough to judge of those perfections that dwell in you which though I can never attain rightly to conceive yet I am confident no man can honour them more so that should you call me your Idolater you could not strain a word that could so rightly as that express my respects toward you Sir Complements are very rare with me and therefore I request you to believe me when I say that they must be very strong cords and dangerous commandments that shall remove me from your service I know I can never deserve such violent proofs of my obedience it shall suffice me that I doubt not of your love as being Sir Your most devoted Servant To his Absent Friend SIR IF I thought Fortune could be so much our Friend I should request her to make us inseparable that I might be no more oblig'd thus to write since the entertainments that distant friends do give and take by Letters is but a picture of those between persons presents for to say the truth a Letter is but a Copy of that which makes us more curious of the original a Glass that shadows to us stronger desires to enjoy the person that is absent The very lines I receive from you carrying with them the effects of joy to hear from you and of a passion to be more near you that I might not still be forc'd to write that to you which I would willingly protest and find occasions more and more to testifie what I am and ever shall be To his Friend complaining of Neglect SIR THE Friendship which you have promised me and the service which you have protested to me force me now to demand the reason of your silence I question not but that you will want no excuse to plead for your self But I entreat you to believe that unless they be very lawful I shall not cease to complain of you You do well to lay the fault sometimes upon your urgent occasions sometimes upon the indisposition of your body but all this is no satisfaction to me Confess but your fault crave pardon and you shall have it presently granted This is the way to preserve eternally the friendship of Your most humble Servant The Answer SIR YOu do me so great a favour in complaining of me that I am constrained to give you thanks instead of taking
lie I must resemble some one Deity But Sweet Diana what strange fears have I That am confirm'd how men can swear and lie As with an ague I do shiver still Since to this paper first I set my quill What blots so e're thou seest my tears did make And yet these tears do weight of words partake If I do erre you know our sex is weak Fear proves a fault when Maids are forc'd to speak Could I my soul into thy brest convey It might like purity to thine display I should not then come short of any trick Which makes thee prettily appear love sick But all my thoughts are innocent and meek As the chaste blushes on my Virgin cheek For till this blush I never did espy The nakedness of an immodesty Disguise not love but give thy self to me I cannot write but I could die for thee A Letter from a Lady with Child WHen thou dost see my Letter dost thou know Whether 't is my right hands Character or no Why should I write I feel a present fear That I must write more then a Maid should dare Oh! should I make it to my mother known Needs must it make m'asham'd what thou hast done No outward symptome shews my grief yet I Wretched past help of any medecine lie Think but how weak I am when I scarce these Can write or turn me in my bed with ease How I do fear lest that my Nurse should spie One Letter interchangeing coloque Then hastily I leave my words half fram'd My Letter straight is in my bosome cramm'd The name of Marriage with shame abash't My pale wan cheeks with glowing blushes quash't Fond man what glory hast thou won Or praise a Virgin thus to have undone As once an Apple did Atlanta seize Th' art now become a new Hippomanes O be not angry quiver-bearing Maid That I 'me loves patiently by youth betray'd 'T is now too late let thy rage be exil'd And spare the Mother of but for the Child He had a face and years too fit for play A treacherous face that stole my heart away Who whil'st I sung for Love is all things mind Upon my amorous lips did kisses bind Both them and each part else did please him well But chiefly when to loves choice sports he fell But whither hath my Pen transported me Thus to discourse to th' Queen of chastity Sweet Sir You sware by these same brests of mine To me and by thrice three Maids Divine You 'd celebrate the Himeneal rites And in my arms spend all your youthful nights This was a Language you were us'd to say When we were acting our delicious play And when of me your last leave you had took You sware an oath upon my lips your book That you would back return with winged speed To save my name from scandal of the deed With patience Sir your coming I attend Until you come receive these Lines I send A Perswasive Letter to his Mistress SWeetest but read what silent Love hath writ With thy fair eyes tast but of Loves fine wit Be not self will'd for thou art much too fair For death to triumph o're without aâ— heir Thy unus'd beauty must be tomb'd with thee Which us'd lives thy Executour to be The Flowers distill'd though they with Winter meet Lose but their show their substance still is sweet Nature made thee her seal she meant thereby Thou shouldst Print more not let the Copie die What hast thou vow'd an aged Maid to die Be not a fool Lovers may swear and lie Forswear thy self thou wilt be far more wise To break an oath then lose a Paradise For in the midst of all Loves pure protesting All Faith all Oaths all Vows should be but jesting What is so fair that hath no little spot Come come thou mayest be false yet know'st it not I wish to you what hath been wish'd by others For some fair Maids by me would have been Mothers Pardon me not for I confess no error Cast not upon these Lines a look of terror Nor vainly Lady think your beauty sought For these instructions are by Loves self wrought Venus her self my Pen to this theam led And gives thee freely to my longing bed I saw thee in my thoughts fair beauteous Dame When I beheld the eyes of fame I lov'd thee ere I saw thee long ago Before my eyes did view that glorious Shew Imagin not your face doth now delight me Since seen that unseen did invite me Believe me for I speak but what 's most true Too sparingly the world hath spoke of you Fame that hath undertook your worth to blaze Plai'd but the envious Huswise in your praise 'T is I will raise thy name and set thee forth Enjoy thy riches glorifie thy worth Nor with vain scribling longer vex my head To fancy love but leap into thy bed Best Wishes from a Lady Most worthy SIR Unto your Noble blood 'T IS no adition to think you good For your demeanor bears that equal part Y' have won the love not envie of the Court Having observ'd the forms and laws of state Gaining mens emulation not their hate With such a noble temper you divide The difference 'twixt formality and pride Thus your indifferent actions are as far From being too common as too singular Whilst in your nature those two Suns arise The attributes of beautiful and wise Give me now leave to wish that you may be As clear from others envy as y' are free From the desert But here I must not cease May no rude chance invade your blessed peace To your chast thoughts I wish as chast a mate Blest in her dower in beauty fortunate May all the happiness Heaven can confer Be acted on your lives fair Theater And may I live to see you thus possest Of these good wishes that flow from the best Of your most entire Servant A Letter of Acceptance from his Mistress I am not angry wo can angry be With him that loves a Mistress Love is free But you have further aim and seek to do What Jove defend I should consent unto I know that too much trust hath damag'd such As have believed me in their love too much Leda when she ne're dreamt of God nor Man Jove did surprize her shaped like a Swan But you 'r a Wag I 'me certain by the signes You make at Table in the meats and wines How you can wanton when your eye advances It's brightness against mine darting sweet glances How you can sigh yet by and by can grace With an angelick smile your cunning face You are too manifest a Lover Tush At such known sleights I could not chuse but blush Yet am I not incenst couldst thou but be As loyal as th' art amorous to me In the loves just ways for if thou seekst to climb My wisht for bed at the appointed time When Saffron Hymen hath concluded quite Such covenants as belong to th'nuptial rite I shall inter pret kindly every sign And moralize
them in my being thine Taffy to his Mistress MOdest Shentle when her but see The great laugh her made on me And fine wink that her send To her came to see her friend Her could not shuse py Cot apove But he was intangle in her love A hundred ofttimes her was about To speak to her and have her out But her peeing a Welsh man porn And therefore was thank her would her scorn Was fear put think nothing better Then put her love into a Letter Hoping her will not ceptions take Upon her love for Country sake For say her be Wilsh man what ten By Cot they all be Shentlemen Was descend from Shoves none Line Par humane and par divine And from Venus that fair Coddes And twenty other shentle Poddies Hector stout and comely Paris Arthur Prute and King of Fairies Was her none Cosin all a kin We have the Powels issue in And for ought that her can see As cood men as other men pee But what of that Love is a knave Was make her do what her would have Was compel her to write the rhime That ne're was write before this time And if she will not pitty her pain As Cot shudge her soul shall ne're write again For Love is like an ague fit Was bring poor Welsh-men out of her wit Till by her answer her do know Whether her do love or no. Her has not pin in England long And con no speak the English tongue Put her is her friend and so her will prove Pray send her word if her can love Superscription for the Drolling-Letters TO the most gracious Queen of my Soul To the most illustrious Princess of my Heart To the Countess Dowager of my Affections To the Lady of my Conceptions To the Baroness of My Words and Actions To the Spring-Garden of all pleasure and delight To the Peerles Paragon of Exquisite Formosity To the chief of my Heart and Affections To the Empress of my thoughts To the Lady and Mistress of my thoughts and service To the Lilly-white-hands of my Angelical Mistress These present To the Compleat Mirrour of Beauty and Perfection To the ninth Wonder of the World To the most Accomplish'd Work of Nature and the Astonishment of all Eyes To the Fair Murdress of my Soul To the Rose of pure Delight To the Choise Nutmeg of Sweetest Consolation To the most Flourishing Bud of Honour To His Most Sacred Angel Mistress c. To Her who is Day without Night a Sun full of Shade a Shade full of Light Mistress c. To the Atlas of her best Thoughts and Affections Her Dearly beloved M. L. Broom-man in SOUTHWARK These Subscriptions MAdam Your Gally Gally Gally-Slave Madam Your Always burning Salamander Madam Your Continual Martyr Madam Your poor Worm that must of necessity die if trod upon by the foot of your disdain Madam Your Captive willingly fetter'd in the Chains of your beauty Madam The Vassal of your Severest Frowns Madam The Most Loyal Subject to Your Imperial Power MOCK LETTERS And Drolling Letters A Souldier to his Mistress Madam I Have now left the bloody Banners of Mars to follow Cupids Ensigns Though I must now confess the latter to be the severer service for under the one we onely get broken Pates under the other wonded Hearts There we have pay and plunder here we have neither But from whence arises all my trouble 't is from you Madam who like Jone of Arquez are risen up to terrifie me in the midst of all my conquests For alas the assaults of your eyes have so alarum'd my brest that it is in vain for me to think of reposing by day or sleeping by night Oh! that you would make an end of the War and come and take me in my own Quarters Otherwise I must be compell'd to bring my scaling ladders to force that Lathemhouse of Beauty which is your fair body to free my self from the hourly incursions that your perfections make upon my soul. But why do I rage Deliver it by fair means By the Nails of Jupiter of you will not delay to do it I swear there is no man shall venture his life further to defend you from the Batteries of lying fame or injurious slander And more then that you shall find me the most faithful Knight that ever smote terrible Gyant for fair Ladies sake A Pedagogue to his Mistress Most Dear Star KNow you not that you are already mounted above the Horizon of Accomplish'd Nihil verius est There is nothing more true And being thus the Miracle of your Perfections and the perfection of your Miracles with a soft violence ye have wounded my bleeding soul. Foemineo teneri tribuuntur The Feminine gender is very troublesome But O Damsel as fair as you are cruel and as cruel as you are fair do not resemble that treacherous Emperour Nero who took pleasure to see the City of Rome on fire O! do not from the turret of your merits with delight behold not onely the Suburbs but even the City of my Heart to burn with all the Churches in it that I have dedicated to your honour For I can assure you more fair then Venus then Venus of Cyprus as the Grammar hath it Creta Brittannia Cyprus Great Britain and Cyprus that whatever Oration or Sillogism poor miserable and passive I can make by way of special demonstration is onely to shew and acknowledge how much I am your superlative servant per omnes casus in all cases A Cockney to his Mistress My Dear Peggie I Have here sent thee these Lines writ with my tears and a little blacking that our Maid rubs my Fathers Shoes with that I may unload a whole Cart-load of grief into the Ware-house of thy bosome Truly Peggie I think I shall die for I can neither eat nor drink nor sleep nor wake Nothing that my Mother can buy either in Cheap-side or Newgate-Market will go down with me yet you know my mother 's as pretty a Hâ—swife as any in the Town She seeing me look as pale as the Linen in Moor-fields and moping in the Chimney corner bid the Maid fetch me a Cap and ask'd me if I would have any Sugar sops But I cry'd no I 'de have Peggie with that she jeer'd me saying What are you love-sick Tom And then I I cry'd and made a noise like a Câ—â— upon the Tiles But let all the world say what they will I will pout and be sick and my Father and Mother shall lose their eldest Son but I le have Peggie that I will I beseech thee not to omit any occasion of writting to me that since I cannot kiss thy hand I may kiss the Letters that thy hand did write The Bearer hereof is our Cook-maid one that pitties my condition and is very trusty I have therefore engag'd her to call and see thee every time she goes to Market My Mothers Rings are all close lockt up else I would steal one to send it thee however
he dwells for if he have not a mind to tell thee what hast thou to do to enquire any thing concerning him Thirdly judge not rashly of him as who should say you have been lying with a Wench for you cannot but know that there are many ways of getting Claps beside that one as by drinking with the party lying in a hot bed with him sitting upon a close-stool after him as also by lifting riding or any other manner of straining Then let every Patient receive his cure with all privacy And lastly do not flatter me daily with any patient whatsoever This is the part which ye have to act upon the Theatre of this world which if thou dost not justly perform consider I say consider that you must make your exits into Stoves and Sweating-tubs much hotter then those with which you ever afflicted your patients withall being on earth Heaven direct your course that you may be neither Cheaters Imposters nor Cozeners as most are who profess the cure of Venereal Distempers but that ye may be in this as well as in all your other actions faithful and honest which is the daily wish of Your Friend and Servant A Broom-man in Kent-street to a young Lay of quality whom he fell in Love withall beholding her in a Belcony Madam AND by that word you may know I am no zuch Clown as you may take me for in good sooth law now your fair face hath wounded me to the very hart so that I would give all the old Shoes in my Sack to enjoy the happiness of your sweet company I know that Ladies love variety so that I am bold to think it would be no small recreation to you when you have been glutted with the company of your silk and satten Gallants to converse two or three hours with a taâ—terd Broom-man I have heard in some Ballads how the Gods did condescend to come upon the earth and dine with poor people much less therefore should you being but a mortal Lady disdain to eat a peice of bread and cheese now and then with a sorry Broom-man There is a Proverb that tells the Gentlemen that Jone is as good as my Lady in the dark and why should there not be another Proverb to tell the Gentlewomen That Tom is as good as my Lord in the dark I do not want examples to tell you how that the Queen of Fairies married a Tinker and of several Ladies that have married their Gentlemen Ushers others their Fathers Grooms and others their Butlers Now I believe my self not inferiour to any of those As for what you as a Woman can expect from a man I know my self sufficiently able of which I have sent you a Certificate signed with the Marks of most of the pretty Lasses in this street neither do I doubt of the continuance thereof unless your hard heart do consume my marrow with grief and anguish of mind do not therefore kill me who though I am but a Broom-man dare swear my self as faithful a Servant to you as any man in England Scotland France or Ireland Pray send me word by this Bearer for I stay within in great perplexity and cannot stir abroad with my Ware till I hear your Answer The Ladies Answer Gentle Broom-man I Understand the great affection which thou hast signified to me in thy Letter For which I give thee ten millions of thanks Truly thy eloquent expression and pat examples have begot so great an affection toward thee that the smoak of all the Shoes thou hast in thy Ware-house were they on fire is not able to smother the flames which thou hast kindled in my heart I shall not come to thee in my Coach lest it should draw out all the Wenches in the street to stare upon our private affections But if thou wilt make haste home from crying thy Ware about the streets I shall not fail to meet thee at the Wool-sack in Kent-street by six a clock to morrow night where I doubt not but that I shall be able to give thee sufficient testimonies of my humility and affable nature In the mean time I have sent thee a Flanders-lace Band and a Diamond Ring to wear for my sake Wash thy feet and put some sweet powder in thy hair and be confident in so doing thou wilt render thy self most acceptable to thy Endeared Friend and Servant A Country Parson to a rich Farmers Daughter in the same Village Kind Mistress Dorothy THE Parson of this Parish doth send thee greeting in these Lines For verily last Sunday as I was preaching thou didst dart from thy eyes the love of thy amiable features into my brest So that even as a Woman with Child longeth for the corner of an Apple-tart or a piece of raw Mutton so do I thirst after thee and even as a Virgin that eateth Chalk and drinketh Vinegar looks pale loseth her stomach so do I look pale with languishing for thee and my belly is shrunk up for want of food for I have not eaten above half a surloin of Beef forty tythe Egs thirty black Puddings and five great brown Apple-pies since Sunday last that your Father took me home to dinner which is now almost a week I shall put it to thy choice whether thou wilt be courted in publick or in private for I have made five delicate Sermons upon the most amorous place in all the Canticles wherewithall to allure thee into my embraces If thou dost consent then will I go to thy mother and as the childe desireth the maid to spread him some bread and butter for his afternoons Luncheon so will I desire her to give thee unto me that I may spread my my self upon thee If she replyeth Yea Then will I speak to her in the words of Saint Bernard saying I thank you heartily good Mother But if she say unto me Nay then as Saint Cyprian hath it very well I shall be ready to hang my self Be thou therefore my preserver and my intercessour that neither thou mayest want a Husband nor the Parish a Minister nor thy Mother a Man to devour her bag puddings A Letter of Smiles from a young conceited Scrivener to his beloved Mistress Mistress D. C. Spinster Madam I No sooner saw you but the tinder of my affection began to take fire For your beauty was to me like the hearb Larix cool in the water but hot in my stomack So that as Pharaoh did long to know his dream so did I long to know what would become of me as to your good liking of me Be not therefore a beauty without compassion which is like a Mandrake apple comely in shew but poisonful in taste But woe is me for I find that my words have wrought no more impression on your heart then an arrow on a rock of Adamant So that I may say of you that as in the greenest Grass is the greatest Serpent in the clearest Water the ugliest Toad so is your fair Body lin'd with a
giver Let me seal my vowed faith on your lips It is a paradise enjoying you You are a white enchantress Lady you can enchain me with a smile I have no faculty which is not yours You are full of fair desert Your purse is my Exchequer Your example steers me Her name like some celestial fire quickens my spirit You cannot tempt me Syren Let me perish in your presence Your love out-strips my merit Your complements call your faith in question My wish requites you Midnight would blush at this There 's musick in her smiles The ocean's not more boundless then your favors I 'le lodge you in my bosom and wear you in my heart It is the blessing of my fate Fire quickens my spirits Your presence is restorative Your language is more dubious then an Oracle Your heart 's like pibble smooth but stony Passion like midnight sits upon your thoughts Her swan-like breasts more white then new faln snow Confirm me in your favor with a smile Welcom as Manna to my hungry soul. She is the glory of her sex she bears the palm of beauty from them all Others to her seem like the glimmering stars compared to the full moon I 'le pay the last tribute of my lips to your fair hands The musick of the spheres is not so ravishing as her voice Report could never have got a sweeter air to fly in then your breast You have the power to steer me as you please 'T is my duty to obey your fair commands You are the only person I have ambition to honor Pray point me out some service to express my gratitude I know you are all courtship You are liberal in language Her breath persumes the air You imbrace the occasion to depart You are the partner of my hopes You are all worth all bounty She is a mine of beauty I 'le like your shade pursue you You have discourst me into admiration You have a soul is full of gratitude This kiss seals my repentance Your sight gives me a lease of longer life Let me now circle in my arms all happiness Let me be bold to claim your noble promise my blood heaves in my veins to be in action 'T is happiness enough that you have mentioned it She hath an easie melting lip and a speaking eye I must enroll you in the catalogue of my dearest friends Trust not the unruly appetite of youth that pines in more then wishes You walk in artificial clouds and bathe your silken limbs in wanton dalliance Farewell fair regent of my soul you still obliege my gratitude The sight of loves on both sides they send amorous glances from one anothers eyes The blessings of your Mistress fall upon you Would I were secretary to your thoughts My best abilities of power are at your service A maiden head is a creature got in the eye conceiv'd in a kiss I have no shift of faces no cleft tongue I am not Oedipus enough to understand you I am wrapt with wonder I have a strong assurance of your vertue Trouble me not with thanks lest I endeavour not to merit any I 'le rather doubt an Oracle then question what you deliver You may teach Hermes eloquence My want of power to satisfie so great a debt makes me accuse my fortunes Your bounty like a new Spring hath renewed the Autumn of my years I will not war with Eloquence You are Fortunes minion you sleep in her bosom Such endearments will too much impoverish my gratitude Take me into your bosom and hide me there Not the mountain ice congealed to crystal is more chaste then she I 'le celebrate my Mistress health to you I ever held you my best example I 'le like the perfumed winde sport with your hair You may challenge all my powers on your behalf All valor is confined in within your breast I emulate your daring spirit You overcharge me with so great a favor as your descending thus to visit me I should do wrong to merit not to honor you As loved as the air I breathe You are the friend of Fortune All the dayes good attend you You cast your eyes too much upon the flame moves your destruction I 'le be as just to you as heaven to truth You 'l set the aspiring Cataline to school You are as amorous as youthful May. I yield my self to your direction mannage me at your pleasure I listned for that string and your discourse hath toucht it You have suckt the milk of the court I will out-wait a Serjeant to attend you You set too high a price on my poor deservings The vertues of your mind would force a Stoick to be your Servant You have fired me with the heat of your deservings You are the star by whom my fate is led Her eyes are diamonds set in purest gold The very air is ravisht with her touch I cannot speak your praise You are the soul of goodness You may as you please determine of me You are the star that rules my faculties Her breath is like the smoke of spices She whispers like the amorous lute My desires equal your wishes You have out-stript me in the race of Honor. No service more then reciprocal I cannot pass you without an Ave. Your noble deeds transcends all presidents It is an honor and so I do receive it Select Sentences WHosoever writes a modern History and follows truth too near the heels may chance have his teeth struck out The dignity of truth is lost in much protesting No Hell so low which lust and women cannot lead unto The world is a theatre of theft great rivers small brooks and they the ocean True love is a servant brutish lust a tyrant Duty must not assume the name of merit Unequal marriage is not love but lust Revenge is lost if men profess they hate Mischief doth ever end where it begins Where distaste begins there friendship ends When a woman hath lost her chastity she hath no more to lose Too much indulgence is not love but hate Reason is the mistress of experience Nothing is hard to them that dare to die He is next in right that hath the strongest power Blinde is the censure of uncertainties Time wears out what art and nature cannot bring about Great sorrow is always dumb Women are like to Venice-glasses one crack spoils them Discretion is the better part of valor The man that would have sold the lions skin whilst the beast lived was killed with hunting of him When clouds appear wise men put on their cloaks Hope is a bate it covers any hook Libels are stifled with taking no notice of them Good wits are greatest in extremity Mischiess seed like beasts till they be fat and then they bleed The worst deeds are made good with good success Invocation is more dangerous then error A Politician must like lightning melt the marrow but not pierce the skin An old husband is good to make a screen of to stand next the fire whilst his yong
doth fear And he that fears his freedom doth not bear Q. Give another example of this kind of syllogism A. Ter in Eu. concludeth and judgeth this That which is void of counsel cannot be governed by counsel Love is void of Counsel It cannot therefore be governed bycounse Q. Produce the words of Terence A. the former syllogism followeth in these words Master that thing which hath in it neither counsel nor means that thou canst not govern by counsel In love are all these vices injuries suspicions enmities flatteries war peace again these uncertain things if thou shouldest guide by certain reason thou dost no more then if thou shouldest labor to be mad with reason Q. Give an example of the affirmative special syllogism A. AFF. SPE Darii Consuls made by vertue ought studiously to defend the Commonwealth Cicero is made Consul by vertue Cicero therefore ought studiously to defend the Commonwealth Q. Produce Tully's words avouching this syllogism A. The Orator doth both conclude and judge his own diligence Agr. 2. For the great care and diligence as well of all the Consuls ought to be placed in defending the Commonwealth as of those who not in the cradle but in the camp were made Consuls None of our ancients promised to the people of Rome for me that I ought to be trusted to ask of me that I ought even when I did ask none of our ancestors commended me to you therefore if I neglect any thing there is none who shall intreat me for you Yet while my life last I being he who am able to defend it from their wickedness I promise this to you O Quirites that you have committed the Commonwealth to the providence of a good trust to a watchful man and not a coward to a diligent man not a sluggard Q Shew another syllogism of this kinde A. That which comes wished for is grateful Lesbia comes wished for to Catullus She is therefore grateful Q. Set forth Catullus his words wherein he thus concludeth A. That which we long for with desires great Is acceptable to us when we heat Wherefore this grateful is more dear then gold That Lesby is come our friend of old Thou dost our wishes grant our hope restore O light most clear who is there that is more Happy then I who have what I desire Even what I wish there 's nought I can require Q. Give an example of a negative special A. NEG. SPE Ferio The deceiver of a loving maid is not to be praised Demophoon is the deceiver of a loving maid to wit Phyllis Demophoon therefore is not to be praised Q. Set forth the words of Phillis in Ovid so judging A. It is no glory Virgins to deceive Who love a man and wish him for to have Simplicity should rather favour again But I that love and all 's a woman am Deceived am by thee with flatering stile The Gods thy praises make it all the while Q. Give example of an affirmative proper A. AFF. PRO. Octavius is Caesars heir I am Octavius I am therefore Caesars heir Q. Give example of a negative proper A. NEG. PRO. Anthony is not Caesars son Thou art Anthony Thou art not therefore Caesars son CAP. 13. The first connexed Syllogism Q. You have expounded hitherto the simple syllogism what now is the compound syllogism A. The compound syllogism is a syllogism where the whole question is another part of the affirmed and compound proposition the argument is another part Q. But what if any thing were taken away in the compound syllogism A. That were to put a special contradiction Q. What are the kinds of a compound syllogism A. A compound syllogism is a connexed or disjunct Q. What is a connexed syllogism A. A connexed syllogism is a compound syllogism of a connexed proposition Q. How many are the manners of distinction A. It is of two manners Q. What is the first A. The first manner of the connexed syllogism is that which assumeth the antecedent and the consequent concludeth Q. Give an example of this A. After this manner Cicero concludeth Lib. 2. de Divinatione If they be Gods it is divination But they are Gods It is divination therefore Q. Give another example A. Offic. 3. And if also nature prescribeth this that a man to a man whatsoever he be for that same cause that he is a man will use consultation it is necessary according to the same nature that the profit of all should be common which if it be so all of us are contained in one and the same law of nature and this if it be so indeed we are certainly forbidden by the law of nature to violate one anther but the first is true the last therefore is also true Q Give another example A. Aeneid 4. Dido judgeth Aeneas to remain with her Dost thou me fly by these fears I thee pray By thy right hand I thee beseech to stay Else thou wilt leave me wretched here alone By our dear marriage our dear love like none If I do ought deserve if thou hast been Sweet unto me have pitty on me then Look on thy slippery house and now I pray If any place for prayers be I say For Libians sake for Nomades his kings Who hated me and for all other things Which I for thee did bear my credit 's lost I am alone for thee thus am I crost Besides all this my fame is quite decayed Rather I had my flesh in dust were laid Q. Doth it alwayes assume the same A. Oftentimes not the same but a greater Q. Give example A. Cat. 1. If thy parents feared and hated thee neither couldst thou please them by any reason in my opinion thou wert to abstain a little from their sight Now the country which is our comon parent hateth and feareth thee and of a long time judgeth nothing of thee except it be touching thy death canst thou neither avoid its authority neither follow its judgment neither fearest thou its force Q. What may further be under his Head A. This manner of concluding is the very same when the proposition is a relate of time Q. Give example A. After this kind the nymph OEnon in Ovid concludeth the error of her foolishness When Paris OEnon hoped to forsake It would to Xanthus with all speed betake Xanthus make hast return thou back again That so this Paris OEnon may sustain CAP. 14. The second Connexive Syllogism Q. What is the second manner of the connexed syllogism A. The second manner of the connexed syllogism taketh away the consequent that it may take away the antecedent Q. Give example A. If a wise than assent to any thing sometimes also he shall be opinionated But he shall never be opinionated Therefore shall he assent to nothing Qu. Give another example A. By the like syllogism Ovid. Trist. 12. judgeth his foolishness If I where wise those sisters I should hate Deities hurtful to whom on them wait But now so great my foolishness is seen
root Gentlemen as soon as they come to their lands get up to London and like squibs that run upon lines they keep a spitting of fire and crackling till they have spent all and when the fire is out what sayes the Punk Foh how the Prodigal stinks How blinde is Pride what eagles are we still in matters that belong to other men what beetles in our own Swelling spirits hid with humble looks Are Kingdoms poisons hung on golden hooks Vallies that let in rivers to confound The hills above them though themselves do drown'd Of an excessive Pride his marble Portals richly gilded ore his Assyrian Carpets Chairs of Ivory his Garments perfumed his Jewels valued not for use but needless Ornaments a sumptuous Stable a stupendious House with all the baits of sense that catch a vulgar eye Poverty is like the rack it draws a man to danger to the Gallows rather then endure it Oh happiness of Poverty that rest securely on a bed of living turf while we with making cares and restless thoughts lie tumbling on our doâ—n courting the blessing of a short minutes slumber which the Plough-man shakes from him as a ransomed slave his fetters Poverty puts a multiplying glass upon our faults and makes them swell and fill the eye our crimes shows highest then when we our selves are lowest Pleasure farewell to thy inticing vanity thou round gilt box that dost deceive mans eye wise men knows when thou art broken open the treasure thou includest is dust and smoak even so I do esteem thee Books musick wine brave company good chear Make Poets to soar high and sing most clear Poetry though it be of a quite contrary nature is as pretty a jewel as plain dealing but they that use it forget the Proverb Verses though freely born like slaves are sold I crown thy Lines with bayes thy Love with gold Players were never more uncertain in their lives they know not how to play for fearful fools where to play for puritan fools nor what to play for critical fools When I Achilles hear upon the stage speak honor and the greatness of his soul methinks I too could on a Phrygian spear run boldly and make tales for after times but when I come to act it in the deed death mars my bravery and the ugly fears of the other world sits on my frighted brow Phisiognomy do you call it there is no more credit to be given to it then to a sick mans urine which some call the Physitians Whore because she couzens him A witty person may with ease distinguish all men by their Noses as thus your nose Tuscan is lovely large and broad much like to a goose's beak your valiant generous nose crooked smooth and puffing your Scollars nose is very fresh and raw for want of fire in winter that quickly smels his chop of mutton in his dish of pottage your Puritan nose is very sharp and long much like your widows and with ease can find an edifying Capon five streets off I have skill in Faces yet the world is so deceitful that I can hardly distinguish a Baud from a Midwife or an hypocritical Puritan from a devout Christian. Physitians are for the most part like beasts for sacrifice there is nothing left in them but tongue and belly A Physitian is too often a lingring executioner to death the greatest disease to nature one that strives by art to make us long a dying he practises on our bodies as men pull roses not for their own relish but to kill the flower so they maintain their lives by others deaths Your Physitian is like your hawk the greater the fowl is that he kills the greater is his reward He that takes Phisick trusts to one that hath art and leave to kill Your Physitians are as good as false doors behind hangings to Ladies necessary uses Since the great master of Philosophy Aristotle died that fool'd the drunken Macedon out of a thousand Talents to buy books what have the multitude of his learned successors done only write comments on his Works scribling to no but to make paper dear Oh brave Phylosophers I will name you three of them First the merry fop of Thrace Democritus that always laughed pretending it was at Vanity alas it was his disease going to steal Mushrooms for his supper the blew mouth'd serpent skulked under a dock leaf and bit him by the thumb from whence he took that lauguishing malady And his Antagonist Heraclitus that would ever seem to weep out of a pious cause he was a fine dissembling fellow no sorrow made him weep there is a Manuscript now kept in the Vatican that shews he had nine years a Fistula in his eye As for Diogenes that fasted much and took his habitation in a Tub to make the world believe he loved a strict and severe life he took the diet Sir and in that very Tub sweat for the French disease and some unlearned Apothecary since mistaking its name called it Cornelius Tub. There was never yet Philosopher that could endure the tooth-ach patiently however they have writ the stile of Gods and made a pish at chance and sufferance The Vulgar sort of People in Rebellion are like unknown Lands those that first possess them have them What can be expected from the Herd but contraries he that trusts them where he should finde them Lions findes them Hares where Foxes Geese The Vulgar have for the most part sick mens apperites they desire that most which doth them most hurt He that Repents e're he commits a fault doth like a thrifty sinner store his soul with mercy to absolve that sin himself which he hereafter is so like to fall into The Drunkard after his lavish cups is dry and then is sober so at length when we are awak't from our lascivious dreams repentance then will follow like the sting placed in the Adders tail Divinity which calls our anger sin and courage pride hath sent this silly Cherub on earth Patience The Cowards sword which only doth disarm Dull sleeps that neither can nor will do harm Patience it is the greatest enemy to law that can be for it doth embrace all wrongs and so chains up Lawyers and Womens tongues it is the perpetual Prisoners liberty his Walks and Orchards it is the bond-slave's freedom that makes him seem proud of his iron chains it is the Beggars musick who thus sings Although their bodies beg their souls are Kings He is more Patient then a Brown Baker when he heats his Oven and hath forty Scolds about him The fears and joys hopes and desire mixed with despairs and doubts do make the sport in love they are the very dog with which we hunt the hare but as the dogs woud stop and streight give over were it not for the little thing before so would our Passions both alike must be flesht in the chase The grief that melts in tears by it self is spent Passion resisted grows more violent Faults are in flesh as