noting alamode your speech two tree yard long dshaw give a me de Quick a de Spirit the Quick a de Fancy de brave Scene de varietie of de Antimosk de nimble a de foot no matter de sens begar it vol be de brave ting in de Christian Varld Gul. Very well Sir. Gall. Nay me ha like a de forgot one ting by my trot if wee have an other Patten for de Council Learned in de Law to teach a dem de Reverence dat vil be very great vark yet moy tilligence and skill in dat a de matter have no dispaire to effect it in very mush time and dat vil make a de Law florish and England brave England me warrant de Gul. And what will you look for in Requital for such an undertaking Gall. Begar me look for very mush 't is mush pain and 't is brave ting beside me look for de Statue de Brass in de Pallace yard when me go out of dis Varle Enters to them Mrs. Julia. Julia. Your Servant Monsieur Gall. Begar me no like a dat Reverence me vil chang dat Julia. 'T is the French fashion you taught me Monsieur Gall. Oy 't is de french fashoon but de French fashoon be allways to change and dis Reverence displeas a me very mush because you go back vid your buttock as if som body vod take you by dat to vat me vil give no name Me tell you trange ting and me tell you no tale 't is great matter to make a de â—or to make a de Lady to make a de Gentleliome to make a de Gentlewoman and de Autermen to Dance and to make a de boon Reverence for begar dat vâ— make a de King de greatest King in de Varle Gul. How Sir 't is Impossible that shou'd have such Power and Efficacy Gall. Not at all me tell you ven dey are so busy to Learn a de Dance dey vil never tink of de Rebellion and den de Reverence is Obedience to Monarchie and begar Obedience is all de ting in de varle Julia. But Monsieur what Musick would you govern the People by Gall. Why begar by French Fidles de best dat can be got Gul. What think you of an Irish Harp a State Organ or a Passionate Voice to a Lute Gall. Des be dull tings make a de men Malencholique and den dey tink on de Devil de Treason and do any ting dat is no good but des French Fidles do fidle all des tings out of deir heads vid a Jerk as my foy make a dem so fantasticall dat dey vil prove as good Subjects as any in France begar but me can no stay longer me have auter business vid de Lor and de Lady dat have de use of moy fot Julia. Nay Mounsieur you must not go yet by any means Gall. 'T is no good you hold me begar me no stay too Minuts to save a your Soul dat is de Resolution of de Cavalier de France Adue Madam Serviture Gentlehome Exit Monsieur Julia. Wou'd any man believe there shou'd be so much folly in this Cubit square Gul. Do but think he 's a French Dancing-Master and the wonder will cease Exeunt The false Shepherd rejected A Pastoral Dialogue between Tharsis and Celia Tharsis CElia come hither why are you so coy Cel. Because ye 'r false and wound my fame destroy Thar. You cannot think it when did I e'r prove False or inconstant where I profes't Love. Cel. When did your heart and tongue in consort joyn ' Mong'st other Maiden spoils you 'd fain place mine Thar. Let no such thoughts possess fair Celia's Mind To her I ne'r was false nor ne'r design'd Any thing less than ever to be kind Cel. But you to others have as much profest And yet drew back Thar. Then you above the Rest Have Pow'r to conquer and make me your prize Why shou'd you shun the Captive of your Eyes When at your feet a Victor conquer'd lyes Cel. But he that once can break his Vows will ne're Be true again what e'r he say or swere He that with Oaths so eas'ly can dispense We ought to think his words but meer pretence Thar. Hard fate of Mankind an ill name to gain But Celia prethee trust your amorous Swain Fear not but he 'l be kind nay I can give Reasons why I Dorinda did deceive And why Florella so soon lost my heart Cel. The same of me you 'l to the World impart Nay justlyer may upbraid me since I knew What I must trust to yet durst venture you Therefore false man Adieu I 'l hear no more Thar. I 'l to another then for I have store Loves Misfortune Or The Vnhappy Disappointment A Poem ONe day the amourous Lysander By Impatient Passion sway'd Surpriz'd fair Doris that lov'd Maid Who cou'd defend her self no longer All things did with his Love conspire The gilded Planet of the day In his gay Charriot drawn by Fire Was just descending to the Sea And left no Light to guide the World But what from Doris Eyes was hurl'd In a lone Thicket made for Love Silent as yielding Maids consent She with a Charming Languishment Permits his force yet gently strove Her hands his bosom softly meet But not to put him back design'd Rather to draw him on inclin'd Whilst he lay trembling at her feet Resistance 't is too late to shew She wants the Pow'r to say Ah! what dey ' doo Her bright Eyes sweet and yet severe Where Love and Shame confus'dly strive Fresh vigor to Lysander give And whisp'ring softly in his Ear She cry'd cease cease your vain desire Or I 'll call out what wou'd you doo My dearer honour even to you I cannot must not give retire Or take that Life whose chiefest part I gave you with the conquest of my heart But he as much unus'd to fear As he was capable of Love The blessed moment to Improve Kisses her Lips her Neck and Hair Each touch his new desires Alarms His burning trembling hand he prest Upon her melting snowey Breast Whilst she lay panting in his Arms All her unguarded Beauties lye The Spoils and Trophies of the Enemy And now without respect or fear He seeks the object of his vows It 's Love no Modesty alows By swift degrees advancing where His daring hand that Altar seis'd Where Gods of Love do Sacrifice That aweful Throne that Paradice Where Rage is tam'd and Anger pleas'd The Living fountain from whose trills The melted Soul in balmy Love distills Her Ruby Lips incount'ring his In sweetest union were combin'd Where both in trâ—nsports unconfin'd Extend themselves upon the Moss Doris half dead and breathless lay Her Eyes appear'd like humid Light Such as divides the Day and Night Or falling Stars whose fires decay And now no sign of Life she shows But what in short breath'd Sighs returns and goes He saw how she Expanded lay He saw her rising Bosom bare Her loose
you know how much I am yours Sir I have heard of your worth by fame but find she has been to partial in not magnifying your deserts as truly they deserve Dear friend Command me to do you service that you may be a witness with what willingness and zeal I fly to serve you Dear friend how much am I honoured by being seen in your company and improved by your conversation I am dear friend the gratefull acknowledger of your bounty and shou'd I forget it I might be justly termed a monster in ingratitude Sir I have met you so seasonably that I must bless the opportunity which affords me this favour and own that it has made me happy beyond my expectation Sir I must almost with admiration but especially with repeated thanks to Heaven and you own I have found in you a true and real friend in that by with true friendship can only be distinguished from flattery Sir you do me too much honour in giving your self the trouble to grace my habitation Dear Sir I am the humblest and most obedient of your Servants Sir I am yours to be commanded in what at all times you shall think convenient to do you pleasure Sir I shall make it my study and will be proud that I can find out any way to oblige you Sir As I am an honourer of true worth I confess I can place my respects no-where better than in continuing your Admirer Sir Since your have been pleased to give me the favour of a visit let me return you my hearty thanks and give you this further trouble that you will bear my Service and Respects to your Lady Sir Command my life and fortunes and I 'll lay 'em with the greatest willingness at your feet Sir Let me embrace you with all the tender Endearments of a friend and tell you at what a rate I value your Love and Friendship Complimental Expressions c. of the like nature to the Female Sex. To the Queen MAy it please your royal Majesty out of the abundance of your Lenity and Princely compassion graciously from your station of highest Honour and Eminence to cast your Eyes upon the lowliest of your Servants though unworthy of so great a favour May it please the Sacred Majesty of the Royal Consort to accept the Services of one who has no Ambition beyond the desire of serving her with the utmost zeal and diligence c. To a Dutchess May it please your Grace to consider that I live but by your smiles and when you frown I must revert to what I was before I had a being May it please the High-born Princess the Dutchess of c. to consider the supplication of her Servant and be piteous as she is good and fair To a Countess Most honourable Lady what shall I say to express the gratitude I owe you or how shall I sufficiently acknowledge my self for the favours I have received at your hands To a Viscountess Madam May it please your Honour that without offence I may tender you my service and that you would raise my Ambition by putting it in my power to make though an imperfect return of the honour you have already done me To a Baroness Madam Your Honour is so full of good nature that you bankrupt and quite exhaust my stock even of sutable thanks or gratefull expressions and acknowledgments for and of so transcendent a liberality To a Baronettess Most honoured Lady how shall I frame my Words or manage my Tongue to render you in any case sensible or let you know in what respect or for what cause I am wholly devoted to your service Madam I am at a loss to express to any hight that which may relish like an acknowledgment of your goodness To a Lady the Wife of a Knight Madam May it please your Ladiship to render me the satisfaction of laying your Commands upon me that I may show you how willing at all times I am to wait upon you and do you service To the Female Sex in General DEar Madam conquered by your fair Eyes I come to lay me at your feet and acknowledge my selt your slave Madam my life depends upon your smiles and if you frown I must drop into the shades and be no more Best of Women extend your wonted compassion to your servant who labours under a languishment beyond expression and expects no cure but from her that gave the wound Madam if I may presume to express my self I must tell you I love and that your self is the happy object I doat upon Fair Mistriss how shall I make my sufficient acknowledgments for the many favours I have received at your hands all I can do is to make it the business of my life to study a requital Madam your Beauty your Wit and singular Parts make a treble conquest over my affections Lady I must blush when I consider you have cause to tax me with ungentility in not performing my promise but relying upon your goodness I hope my excuse may prevail with you for once Fairest of Creatures pity the Man that loves you more than life and wou'd be proud to fall-your sacrifice did you command it Madam though you are severe and give me despair which renders life tedious and troublesome yet know when I fall your Martyr no harsh words shall fall from my lips but at the last gasp the twilight between life and death I 'll faintly breathe a blessing on you Madam consider I ash your Creature and can subsist no longer than I am supported by your smiles Madam how long shall I languish and feed upon Camelions fare if you resolve not to yield me Love for all my faithfull services be kind and tell me so that I by death at least may ease me of this lingring torment Madam your Virtues exceed the Charms of Beauty and are the lasting Jewels that adorn you Madam hard is the fate of Lovers where such Excellence appears to dash their great Resolves and render them feeble and impotent by not being able to tell how much they love Thou best of Women how shall I sufficiently extoll your goodness how shall I lay my self low enough at your feet to let you know how sensible I am of the obligations you have laid upon me Great indeed fair Lady wou'd be my happiness if what you speak in jest cou'd fink into my heart that it might one day be in earnest Madam blame me not for my pretensions to Love since the power of that God is so universal that he rides Triumphant in every Region and makes not only Man but all Creatures feel his force Save dear Madam your languishing Servant from a Grave into which he is dropping and there must lye in dark oblivion unless your redeeming smiles retrieve his fate Ah Madam if loving too well be a crime if any can be said to do so when you are the bright object of his affections pardon that offence since Love is the highest Attribute of
tryal I shall therefore suspend my Answer till Time shall make known your reality In the mean time live in hope yet know that I shall never cherish any Love but what has Vertue at the end on 't The Reply Fair Madam I return you Thanks and may the Heavens so far prosper my suit as Vertue and Honour are the sole ends that I propose Another way The Address Fair Maid I know not which way to open to you the secrets of my breast my tongue falters in its discourse as not being used to these attempts But this however I must acknowledge that you are the Only She on whom my affections are placed You are the only Saint whom I adore the end and aim of all my desires and hopes The Answer You speak too high language for me Sir and 〈◊〉 unworthiness checks me to think I deserve it Bâ—â— you Men love to flatter and with smooth words to delude young Maids and then laugh at their condescending folly The Reply If my Tongue and Heart doe not agree may the one be strick'n dumb and the other punish'd with disdain where it most affects No all that is mine is no less yours then are my own thoughts and words Nor can I ever doe so much for you but that the affection wherewith I adore you and the constancy I shall observe in your service will prove as you shall find far greater The Answer Love I am told laughs at Perjuries and Men believe Womens hearts to be made of wax fit to receive any impression that a smooth tale puts upon them But I am not so young to believe all they say not so unwise by a few flattering words to enter Love's Labyrinth wherein so many before me have lost their way The Reply Fair Maid be not so cruel to him that so dearly affects you Narcissus disdaining others was at last punish'd with the love of himself Beauty is but a blossom and therefore fading Time forces Youth to give place to Age. And most commonly those who disdain others when young live till they loose the hopes of opportunity The Answer Could I assure my self your love were real Opinion might alter and Fancy might fix where now it distrusts I might say that I were yours were I sure that you were really mine Yet this know that if I find you faithfull you may expect a better answer at your return The Answer In confidence of that happiness I shall not fail to give you several Visits and every time new Testimonies of the Reality of my affections To Wooe a Widow the surest way The Address COme Widow it is now time to dry away Tears from your Eyes and to bethink you of another Husband It is too much for one single Woman to take all the care of a Family upon her and therefore I come to offer my service to be a partner with you in this Trouble The Answer I thank you Sir for your kind proffer but I am not yet resolv'd to alter my Condition The remembrance of so dear and kind a Husband cannot so soon dye nor let me entertain a new a Lover into my heart The Reply You know Widow 't is a true saying We must live by the Quick and not by the Dead And therefore doe not think the Stock of good Husbands so far spent but that there is still one left who can equal if not exceed him in every degree The Answer Such Husbands are thick sown but come up this However Sir I speak not this of you For I confess if I were minded to Marry I should embrace your love as soon as any one that I know But being now free I intend not to put my self under subjection any more The Reply Be not so much an enemy Madam to your own good as through a foolish nicety to debar your self the pleasures of a second Marriage-bed The Answer Good Sir if you love me shew it in this to cease your suit at this time for to tell you true I am not now in the loving vein The Reply Then farewell Widow for this time yet doe not think I will not come again Women were made to be wone and therefore Denial is no disgrace An Address of Courtship or The Passionate Wooer 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 fairest of Women there is nothing beneath the Moon but your frown can grive me Sir Methinks this is a strange fit Lady Count not my love light because 't is suddain For by Cupia's Shafts I swear I never knew what Love was 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 most perfect love which loves for ever Madam Such love is mine believe me for although Men use to lye yet do I speak truth And therefore Madam give me sentence of speedy life or 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 dye Nay hold Sir these are such Soul-killing Passions I had rather wrong my friend then that you should wrong your self Love me dear Soul or else my life is but delay'd my Vow is fix'd 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 respit and I will resolve you Alas Madam my heart denies it my blood is violent now or else never love me Love me and both Art and Nature shall strive at large to be profuse in ravishing your sence I will entice dalliance from thee with smiles and steal away thy heart with my chaft Kisses Well Sir I yield and am all your own An Amorous Complaint LAdy Wounded by your beauty I will acknowledge it a mercy if you kill me not Yet rather murther me then Vulnerate still your Creature unless you mean to heal what still you hurt giving me a remedy from the same Instruments wherewith you pierced me Your Eye having shot lightning into my breast hath power with a smile to fetch out the consuming fire and yet leave my heart enflam'd Sir Although where I am not guilty of an offence I might justly deny to descend to a satisfaction Yet rather then I would be accounted a Murtherer I would study to preserve so sweet a Model as your self And since you desire that my Eyes which have enflamed you should by the vertue of a gracious smile make you happy in your fire they shall shine as you would have them disclaim that beam that displays it self upon another Object A thousand Thanks to my dear Saint The Tryal MAdam if the Opportunities of serving you were as ordinary
ever taught the World. FOREHEAD The stately Fort from whence the winged Archer discharges his Artillery A clear Promontory where sweet Violets grow A stately Prospect shewing like a fair Castle commanding some goodly Country EYES Her Eyes dart lightning through the Air. The Stars borrow new Luster from her more radiâ—nt Eyes They are able to grace the Heavens and beautifie the Sky in the clearest Night They are Nature's richest Diamonds set in foils of â—olish'd Ivory SMILES Her Smiles are so gracefull and full of comfort â—hat with them she is able to revive a dying Lover EARS Her Ears are watchfull Sentinels that let no words â—f weight pass unregarded CHEEKS Her Cheeks shew like Lillies spread upon Roses Nature painted the Colour thereof in the most gloâ—â—ous Tulips They are Slips of Paradise not to be â—ather'd but wonder'd at NOSE Her Nose is strait and of a stately frame The comely Ornament of a most exquisite Face LIPS Her Lips are like the full-ripe Cherry Cupid drinks Nectar from her Rosie Portals They are Sister Corals that kiss each other Lands where Rocks of Rubies grow Love's Rubie Altars still they show TEETH Her Teeth are ranks of Orient Pearl The double pearlie guard of Speech TONGVE Her Tongue is tipt with such a fire and so powerfull as might tame the most rebellious spirit A Tongue able to captivate the Hearers and reconcile Antipathy it self BREATH Her Breath is airy Amber A Breath that perfumes the Air with Elysian Sweets Voice Her Voice is so charming that it has power to doe more than ever Orpheus did Should Magitians use it it would tie up the Nocturnal Ghosts without the addition of Exorcisme Her Words invade the weakn'd senses and overcome the heart BROW Her Brow is Cupid's Bow most sweetly bent to shoot his Darts against every heart CHIN Her Chin shews like a piece of pure and polish'd Chrystal which the God of Love delights to uphold with his soft hand NECK Her Neck is of such a whiteness as exceeds unsullied Snow A silver Pillar of rare Whiteness Far whiter than the Swans that swim upon Meander's Chrystal streams SHOVLDERS Her Shoulders are the rare composure where Neck and Breast their native closure take ARMS Her Arms were made to take the great Men of the World her Pris'ners HANDS Her Hands soft and smooth of which the Violet veins run along like Mines of Turquoises Her slender Hand subdues without a stroak The Swans Down is harsh in respect of her soft Hand BREASTS Her Breasts are two Mountains of pure Snow from the Fountains of which Cupid sucks Nectar Her Breasts are Love's delicious Paradise the Lilly Mountains where dwells Eternal Spring Her Breasts those Twins of Miracle WAST Her Waft as strait as Cupiâ—'s Shaft or Mercury's Wand NAVEL Her Navel is Love's Hesperides The Seal of Love's Impression WOMB Her Womb is Nature's secret Cabinet and Garden of delight Briefly she comprehends whatever can be 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 lovely a Creature as my Mistriss Closing Addresses of Courtship Madam should I attempt to draw your Picture without the help of the fam'd Apelles I should be non-pluss'd in the attempt Madam at the same time that I beheld your exquisite beauty I became a Proselyte to your high Perfections and should think my self happy under the benign reflections of your lovely Countenance Madam the least service upon your score I term the highest attainment imaginable Your Love is an honour your favour the greatest advancement and I am transported to be number'd among your little favourites Madam you are the very Abstract of Beauty for all those Excellencies that are singly in others are concenter'd in you And with your Beauty Wit and Art conjoyn To make you perfect and seem all Divine That Mankind may pay Homage at your Shrine THE New Canting Academy OR The Mystery of Wheedling and Canting displayed to the Life Illustrated with Poems Songs and an Explanation of Canting Words The Introduction or Wheedling c. made manifest Since Wheedling and Canting may be justly termed brethren I do not think it any-ways amiss to joyn them together in his Third Part of my Academy not for the desire I have that any should learn them in order to Practice but rather that knowing them and to what wickedness they tend all that love their own Repose may shun and avoid the evil courses they tend to Nor is Ignorance the least cause so many plunge themselves into Wickedness for cou'd Sin be truly discovered in its deformity as it is really sin it would look so monstrous that the terror of its visage would affright those that court iâ— from its foul Embraces nor is it less observable that those who are least skilled in the Nature of poysons are most frequently destroyed by Intoxication especially where it is in their power to meet unwittingly with the mortal bane The Devil too guilds over his Allurements and Temptations with a seeming good on purpose that the Ignorant may take them for what they really are not and so unadvisedly infect their Souls from which we may conclude that to know the failures and vices of others as they are really so and properly delivered in their proper shapes and defects is the proper way to grow in hatred with them and avoid them And therefore to leave however those without excuse that read this part of my Book I proceed to treat of Wheedlers Canters Strolers and the like with the practice of their Lives and manner of living which Relation in it self is very pleasant and may serve as a caution to the unwary Wheedling what it is and bow Mâ—â—iged THE word Wheedle cannot be found to derive it self from any other and therefore is looked upon as wholly invented by the Canters but according as in the sense of it is managed it signifies a subtil insinuation into the Humours inclinations Natures and Capacity of any person the Wheedler intends to circumvent or make his prey working so effectually that he possesses them with a belief that all his actions and services are bent and tend to their advantage profit and pleasure and is indeed a kind of flattery which joyns with self-conceit and the good opinion we have of our selves easily admits of the most favourable interpretation since every one is naturally inclined to a self-love and thinks his own Abilities in understanding sufficient if not the best it being very observable that although Men quarrel and contend about Riches and Preferment one envying another as to those particulars none on the contrary contend who has the most wit or at least grudge not at anothers but conceit their own stock is sufficient In this they hold that Providence is just And is for Wit though nothing else they 'll trust The Wheedlers business is much in trimming the Sails of
raise a silent Transport in the mind Make young Men Constant and young Maidens kind That Love may his large Empire larger find Sir I am your affectionate and devoted Friend and Servant G. E. THE Generous LOVER'S Complaint TO His Scornfull MISTRISS OR PHAON to DORINDA A Heroick POEM HOW long Dorinda shall I sigh in vain Burn with Love's feaver struggle with my pain Breathe scorching breath proclaiming fires within More fierce than those in Bellowing Aetna seen E'er you look down and bid me live in peace E'er with one smile my labouring Soul you ease Ah! be more kind or else appear less fair Yet bright as you destroying Angels are Forgive me Heav'n such Parallels to make And you dear Saint forgive me what I speak Forget what from a Mind in pain dares break O! shine my Sun let kindly beams be hurl'd From your bright Eyes into my little World O'er-cast with Clouds of Discontent and Fear Which in a Thousand threatning shapes appear As when to warn and terrifie Mankind In various forms the Phantoms ride on Wind And muster'd Armies in the thinner Air Shaking their Spears for dreadfull War prepare Mix with those Rays a smile that may impart Such Beauty cannot have a stoney Heart Or if you drop a Tear to hear me grieve 'T will quench my Flames and give me power to live 'T will quench the burning part yet leave a heat Gentle and calm in Love's most hid retreat Consider too delays may dangerous prove None are impatient like to those in Love. Remember where Despair has fail'd to kill Where Grief where Scorn could not the task fulfill The ready hand a tedious life has loos'd The Sword the gentler Cordial has been us'd And thought more noble than to live refus'd For Death what is it but an easie pain To those that dye a thousand times in vain Consider this fair Saint and let me know What Mercy is and how much you can show O trifle not with one that is your slave Who lives for you for you delays his Grave Dallies with Fate to think you will be kind But if in vain he hopes what ne'er he 'll find Let him but know it and you 'll quickly see He has a way from Pain to set him free Yet when the stream of Life is set afloat And all the Glory of the Earth's forgot When dazy Mists swim round my dying Eyes And my freed Soul's just mounting to the Skies The last-fetch'd Sigh shall bless Dorinda's Name And pray for her who is the cause I 'm slain Madam Your most affectionate languishing and almost-despairing Lover J. S. A Dialogue between Altemor and Almira Love broke through danger Constancy has crown'd True Love with fetters ne'er cou'd yet be bound Altemor THis unexpected Letter delivered me by an unknown hand possesses me with mortal fears that my dear Almira is in danger Ha it says she 'll meet me here this very hour and see where she comes O how I revive at this blest sight Almira May this Grove for ever flourish that has been so often kind to shelter us from the prying Eyes of too severe and too officious Parents who strive to cross our Happiness Alt. May it wear a lasting Green and may these cool shades be still a Recess for Lovers and these fragrant Banks Enamell'd with the pride and glory of the Spring yield them a soft Repose whilst they breathe forth a thousand tender things But how my dear Almira did you scape your guard to bless me with such unexpected joy Alm. Not without great difficulty you may be sure considering how narrowly I have been watched ever since your last Letter was intercepted by my Father Alt. It was unhappy it so fell out and I have mourned that fatal over-sight of mine which was the cause of so long a separation but since my better self I have you in my Arms all sorrow vanishes much like a Morning-cloud that 's spent in showers Alm But you had like never to have had me thus again had I not escaped as I did all our Joys and all we can expect from Love had been for ever barred Alt. As how my dear Almira Alas I tremble at the sound of what you say had been for ever barr'd Just Heaven could ne'er have suffer'd such a punishment to fall on Innocents since Love is Heavens chief Attribute But speak for I find by the Roses being frighted from your Cheeks that you 'ave escaped a danger Alm. I have so for my Father upon the discovery of the Intreague we were carrying on confin'd me to my Chamber resolving out of hand to Marry me to his Neighbour P Alt. Death and Ruin Cou'd he be so barbarously inclined to joyn these Beauties fresh and gay as new-blown Roses and more sprightly than the kindling flame apt for Love and Mutual Joys with Age and Impotency Cou'd he be so cruel to â—â—st the blooming Spring adorned and smiling with her fragrant sweet into the Icey Arms of shivering Winter which seems in nature dead sure 't is impossible Alm. It was intended and my nauseous Lover daily visited me strove with Presents and a thousand Amorous stories to make me plyant Alt. And did you not regard ' em how could you resist his flattery or be proof against his wealth Alm. I answer'd him with Tears and more and more grew sullen when he wooed protested against his Love and vow'd to sacrifice my life rather than be his Bride My Father chid me for my obstinacy and laid approaching Greatness in my view urged and conjured me by the power of his Paternal Jurisdiction over me to yield my self obedient to his will. I answer'd him My life was in his hand and that he might command it when he pleas'd But for my Love it soared a nobler hight and could not be circumscribed as being free by a Charter ancient as the World He stormed at this and said I Trifle with him and should dearly suffer for my obstinacy I thereupon fell at his feet o'er-whelmed with tears and sighs that wou'd have moved a Rock of Adamant and begged I might be free to make my choice or if he would not grant it as he had given me life next to the workings of nature and the invisible power that infused that breath of life which ought to act in freedom he wou'd strike me dead and kindly put an end to woes that might ensue At this his Eyes shot fire his Frowns me-thought looked like a Winter-cloud frought with a thousand storms at which I trembled and look pale But he remorsless told me That in spite of all my denial and resistance I must prepare the next day to be a Bride at which my spirits failed and I sunk down into a deadly swoun and in that plight he left me For when I awoke as from the dead and faintly reared my head I found me in my Nurses Arms who pittying my distress and moved by my tears and intreaties my vows and protestations
noble thing of sense bereav'd To wander like a lated Traveller Till in a mazey Labarinth he tire In vainly following a misguiding Fire Is there no way to break the wretched chain Must those you snare be pin'd away in pain The God of Love ne'r gave such Power to you Then you usurp a Tyranny that 's new If so your Empire over hearts will fail Against your Charms new Plots will still prevail Amongst the Brave this one must needs take place That Cruelty makes black a beauteous face All wounds you smile you cure by your disdain And 't is by Kindness you can only reign The Happy Adventure A Poem WHen the bright Sun was hovering o're the brink Of Amphitrit Blushing as loth to sink Into his watry Bed when cooler Air The scorching heat had banish'd when the fair And charming Maids in spreading shades delight Charm'd by the Tuneful Singer of the Night Whose timely lays call on the Vesper Star And tell the World the shades approaching a'r Love that had storm'd my Heart my Mind opprest Which made me seek to hush my Cares in rest But Sleep that to the lowly Cottages Is still a Friend and flyes from Palaces Long time deny'd to aid my willing Eyes And left me open to Love's Tyranies Against whose force I own I struggl'd long But grew more weak and found the God more stroâ— A face I had beheld beauteous as day Yet Transient like a Vision 't pass'd away This Substance gone the bright Idea stay'd And in my heart a deep Impression made I fancy'd still the lovely form in view I wish'd or fancy'd that with Joy I flew Into her trembling Arms and found her kind Whom I alass knew no where then to find Toss'd like the Sea when forc'd by winds it raves And in tumultuous Waters finds it's waves My Thoughts were bandy'd between Hope and Fâ— Like Sailors on the brink of black Despair I often wish'd and sigh'd as those for day Who in some Wilderness have lost their way Mantel'd with Darkness and paved all with dread And by their fears through Thorns and Briars lead When Light had banish'd tedious Darkness when Through the Grey dawn Sol's Infant beams were see Starting from bad Repose abroad I went In hopes the Fields would yield me some content But ah the Fever still possess'd my Mind The Fire burnt inward whilst I cry'd be kind Be kind you Powers that rule the Orb of Love Produce the Cause or let your flames more gently moâ— This scarce was said but as if Heaven gave way And this to Crown my life should be the Day Upon a Grotto near I cast my Eyes Whence Light shower'd forth that struck me with in prize As when Aeneas saw the Golden bough That was his Passport through the Realms of woe What it shou'd mean I paus'd a while to find And to advance I often was inclin'd But fearing to prophane the mistick Bower Struck with an awe it held some bright supernal Pow'r I trembling made retreat faint and amaz'd Blaming my self that I so long had gaz'd Just as I thought to leave the happy ground Methought my Ears were blest with a soft sound Which gently whisper'd 't was the beaut'ous She Whose lovely Eyes had Captivated me This rais'd new Life as when benumb'd with cold On beds of Snow the Snake in many a fold Lyes motionless as if all life was gon Is from a seeming death rais'd by the Sun. Resolved and desperate grown I now advanc'd Love wing'd my steps no more I stood intranc't But found the murmur true it was the same The lovely She that kindl'd first my flame She started at my rude approach and blush'd But on my Knees with tears her fears I hush'd And as my words cou'd ut'rance find I lay'd In sighs my Love before the Charming Maid When she began to doubt I mean't her Ill I bar'd by Breast and bid her boldly kill The Man she fear'd and from those fears be free Surrendering my unsheath'd Sword whilst she Her Eyes that sparkl'd Goodness fix'd on me And though to shew her strength of Mind she strove A sigh escap'd her Lips they trembling move Down dropt the un-us'd Weapon from her hand Two Pearly tears stole from her Eyes no Land Was ever water'd with so rich a Show'r And now to fear or chide she lost the Pow'r Yet softly cry'd and must I so soon yield Can my weak Heart no longer keep the Field Ravish'd with Joy at what I heard Again With Sighs redoubl'd I for love complain With all the tender things that I cou'd say I strove into her heart to find more way Protested that my Fever was so great That on my fading Life the Grave did wait There I must lye unless she stay'd my Fate ' Gainst this she urg'd the Rules of Modesty Too short Aquaintance to ground Constancy Mens hot desires from real love Estrang'd Their fickle Fancies and how oft they chang'd How soon they weary grow when Women yield How Paul'd their thoughts are when they get the field And much more urg'd to which I strait reply'd Though some within their heart dare falshood hide Which cannot by the wise be justify'd The Sex must not be branded for the few That dare do ill since there are Thousands true Whose love like Heav'ns swift Fire don't come and go But truly loving ever will do so 'T is not Acquaintance that do's Love create From tedious Converse it has not its Date But from the Soul moved by the wheels of Fate Then I Protested by her self And all The Powr's Immortal did to witness call That if she cou'd believe to Vows give trust I ever wou'd be Constant ever Just Or when I fail'd to be so might I find A Punishment uncommon to Mankind That me hot Lightn'ning arm'd with Death might meet And burnt to Attoms trampl'd under feet This earnest Language did her Soul surprize And strait I saw a yielding in her Eyes She sigh'd and blush't and for a time was mute And then in a soft tone she said your suit Carries the Type of honour in its front And Generosity do's wait upon 't What shall I say Excuse my blushes Love If yielding I your Reason must approve Take the fond Prize whereat with eager hast Raptur'd with Joy my Arms I round her cast Imprinted on her ruby lips a kiss And dated from that moment all my bliss The Disconsolate Lover comforted at last A Poem BEneath the thickness of the gloomy shade A Place for Sorrows sad Retirement made Where brooding Night spreads her eternal Wings On rising shaddows that through Conduits springs In blackest shapes which not the Lamp of Day With all its beams has power to chace away They in substantial Darkness lose their fire Whilst to th' Empyrean source all streams or Light retire I set me down to breath my bailful grief In hopes disburthen'd so to find relief And this sad place I fill'd with Plaints and Cryes Pouring two Rivers from
Extasie they grow Urge envious Fortune to their overthrow Pha. Fortunes too feeble to anticipate Thus Bless'd We are above the Reach of Fate Methinks we sit on Clouds and pitty throw Upon the moiling World that lies below So happy that beyond it none I 'de know The Surprize or True Friendship A Poem Enters Philander alone c. Phil. LOng have I mourn'd and yet have no relief Because She knows not of my killing Grief Long have I Lov'd and have no Love yet shown For why I dare not make my Sorrows known I fear Disdain more than the slaughtering King At Death s approach I cou'd glad Triumphs sing Were I but sure She 'd dtop a Tear and own She pity'd me thus by My Love undone But Ah shou'd I with frowns be Thunder-struck Shou'd the fierce Lightning of her Eyes unlock With not to be resisted fire my Breast And let my Soul out it cou'd find no Rest Enters Primenio his friend who had over-heard his Passion Pri. No longer hide these sorrows from your friend But breath them in my Breast there let them end Friends that by Bonds as strong as Death are ty'd Shou'd nothing by the Laws of Friendship hide Where Souls intwin'd are thoughts shou'd move monâ— freeâ— United Hearts and Bodies one shou'd be One Labouring of Mind shou'd each possess Sorrows divided like a stream grows less Say is it Love Alas it is too plain Dull Eyes short sighs hot breath no less proclaim Speak speak my Friend what Goddess must she be That cou'd the Mighty Conquest gain o're Thee Phil. Primenio spare me by our Friendships ties By all those Bonds by all those tender Joys That knit and nurst our Souls in during Love Like that of Saints in fellowship above Forbear to search a wound that inward bleeds Which as it is all Pain on earth exceeds Prim. How can I claim in Friendship the least share Or think at all you for my friendship care If I desist to tender you relief Or you refuse to let me know your grief Phil. In other Cases all my Breast I 'd bare But dearest Friend in this the wretch'd spare Who wou'd be private Prim. Then the Cause is Love. Phil. Seek not from me the secret to remove Endure I must yet you ' er this had known My Tortures cause had my hear been my own But 't is not mine nor moves it at my will A greater Pow'r it 's tender Orb does fill And there must reign till th' wheels of Life stand still Prim. What makes you tremble then and grudge the sway If destin'd by your Stars you must obey Phil. There is a mighty cause so you will say When you know Phoenix-like in flames I fry And she who kindl'd them for whom I dye Is ignorant my Fate shot from her Eye Prim. O! where 's that Courage then as bold as bold as Death Which late like a destroying Angel's breath Scatter'd it's way with Ruin fam'd in Wars Yet nobly Brave as melting Conquerors Phil. Alas 't is sunk Against the pointed flame Of Beauty who e'r yet durst War Proclaim Or if he durst he still was foil'd with Shame Forc't to surrender and his Trophies yield Prim. Yet 't is too tame methinks to quit the field Without a stroak make one bold Test and try Parley at least her mercy may run high It may be Peace At last you can but die Phil. Fain wou'd I venture but a'as how near Is Love to Impotence what mighty fear Is it's Attendant not the timerous Hare Shakes more when by the loud-mouth'd Hounds pursu'd Nor in the Lyons Paws the Hart subdu'd Before his Jaws are in his blood imbru'd Have half the fear of Lovers ' who with sighs Ghost-like still wander where their Treasure lyes Look wishfully make signs yet cannot speak Though with the mighty secret swell'd their Bosom break Prim. Yet you may breath your grief fearless to me Into my Soul and tell what beauteous she The mighty Conquest made whose Slave you be Friendship commands as much nay 't is some ease To be disburthen'd so Rivers thus rowle to Seas And there are lost Phil. This I must own And tell you that Dorinda rules the Throne Queen of my thoughts she fits her large commands To both the Poles of my Affection stand And o're my Soul her vast Dominion does expand Prim. Dorinda What my Sister Can it beâ— Phil. Too sadly true Primenio it is she The fair Dorinda beautiful as Light Whose Eyes bid distance to the shades of Night And when all Stars are clouded they shine bright Dorinda in whose face all Beautys meet Where-with a winning Pomp the Graces greet But O! the Beauty of her Soul is more What Gale of Breath can drive me to that shoar What Angel tell the Riches there in store Prim. Philander be your self these Raptures spare Dorinda must not claim them as her share Phil. She must and Ever be Immortal fair O that she wou'd like some kind god look down And smile me but a Joy Prim. Why she 's your own Grieve then no more her flame burns bright as yours She the same Feavour the same Pain endures Phil. O! Flatter not your Friend raise him not so That he may fall alas in deeper woe As distant Thunder gives the greatest blow Prim. Fear not I have the secret of her Breast Amidst a thousand Sighs and Groans exprest Whilst faint she cry'd Philander give me Rest Ah pitty me Dorinda for you dyes With that a Sea of Tears burst from her Eyes Phil. Can this be true Prim. By all that 's good it is Phil. Then thus I fly to meet my boundless Bliss The true Lovers Happiness Or The Reward of Constancy A Dialogue between Celia and Damon The Argument The Tender Blessing of a faithful Love A Satisfaction do's to Lovers prove Gives them the happiness they did expect And links their hearts to what they most affect Which here is evident at last both find What they desir'd and prove extreamly kind Cel. INjurious Charmer of my vanquish'd heart Canst thou fell Love and yet no pitty know Since of my self with thee I cannot part Invent some Gentler way to Let me go For what with Joy thou didst obtain And I with more did give In time will make thee false and vain And me unfit to Live. Dam. Frail Angel that wou'dst leave a heart forlorn With vain Pretence falshood therein might lye Seek not to cast wide shaddows o're your scorn You cannot sooner change than I can die To tedious Life I 'll never fall Thrown from thy dear loved brest He merits not to live at all Who cares to live unblest Cel. Such were your words when first you did Iâ— vadâ— Upon your Lips the soft temptation hung That has almost undon a yielding Maide By list'ning to your smooth deluding Tongue But I 'll find out a way to ease If you refuse to cure To bafle Love there are more ways Than Death or to indure Dam. What
these yet dismay thee he will Rid O're waring billows virtue is his guld Patience in Love declares a strength of mind Exactly peiz'd and neither way mclin'd An Acrostick Shall I still languish must I pine away And me'r be bles't ne'r see the happy day Resolve dear Saint to let our Loves once joyn And give us Transports near to those divine Beal with your heart the wounds you make in mine An Acrostick Am I deceiv'd fair Mistriss can't you love Nothing can nothing your affections move Nature consider made you not for this A Tryal of fresh Charms create fresh Bliss An Acrostick Remember fair one you was made for Man And are Imperfect till with him you joyn Consider that but half your self you are Half till with Man the other half you share Alure him then with your bewitching eyes Each glance of yours can Marble hearts surprlze Look out whilst Beauty lasts love and be wife An Acrostick Let it suffice your Virtues gain Applause Envy no more prevails The mighty cause Of all your Suff'rings Virtue still will shine No Star's more bright nothing is more divine O're casting Mists it's lustre long can't shroud Rays will dart forth and pierce the thickest cloud An Ark it is when winds and waves grow loud An Acrostick Each word you speak does seem a Sentence grave Learning and Beauty your Protection crave In either justly you perfection boast Season'd in youth your years have nothing lost Arts too of every kind upon you wait Be kind as ye 'r accomplish'd good and great Ease a sad Lovers pain and give him peace Those wounds that with a frown you did increase Heal with your Smiles and make my torments beast And thus may you sit an Acrostick to every Name it being no other than making a Verse upon some quaint subject Matter or Fancy answering to every Letter of the Name Anagrams are quaint Devices taken from the Letter of any Name that will bear them As Jacobus Stuart Justa Scrutabor James Stuart A Just Master And upon this the famous Sylvester in the beginning of Dubartus's Divine Week has Commented c. viz. For a Just Master have I labour'd long To a Just Master have I vow'd my best By a Just Master shall I take no wrong With a Just Master wou'd my life be blest In a Just Master are all Virtues met From a Just Master flows abundant Grace But a Just Master is so hard to get That a Just Master seems of Phoenix Race Yet a Just Master have I found in fine Of a Just Master if you question this Whom a Just Master I so Just define My Liege James Stuart a Just Masters is And a Just Master cou'd my work deserve Such a Just Master wou'd I justly serve This way in times of old was in great Request but now for the most part rejected though understood but by a sew as it appeared by a Country Gentleman who coming up to London and falling into a Club of the Town-Wits and Supper being almost ended one of them who had been tampering upon his-Mistress's Name in this way to shew his Ingenuity urged the rest that they might close with a Dish of Anagrams which the Gentleman not well understanding the Method of it took it to be a Plate of Tarts that came last to the Table and returning into the Country he in a rage turned away his Cook because in all the time he had been with him he had not furnished his Table with a Dish of Anagrams or at least ways forgot to call 'em by their right Name CURIOUS LETTERS and ANSWERS WRITTEN In the most Elegant Stile on sundry Occasions for Pleasure and Imitation A Letter from a Mother to her Daughter To Per swade her from rash Marriage Daughter AS I have a peculiar Int'rest in you so it is my chiefest care to study that you may be weâ— Provided for in Marriage and since I hear you entertain many that solicit you that way I thought â— became me though you are at present from undeâ— my wing or immediate Jurisdiction to give youâ— caution how you proceed in that great Affair a business upon which depends your present and futâ—â— Felicity on this side Heaven and though frequently too hastily undertaken yet if it fortune unhappy nothing remains but an uneasie Life and a fruitless repentance nor is there a Cordial but Death which proves at best but sower and unsavoury therefore leâ— a Mothers advice prevail with you not to give crediâ— lightly to the Flatteries and Dissimulations of Men whose Vows and Protestations for the most part aâ— valued no more than common Air when once theâ— have obtained their ends but he wary and cautious in your Proceedings that so you may not only be accounted wise by those that you converse withall but likewise that it may Redound to your own advantage considering that in your happiness mine by sympathy consists and that as a Mother whose affections cannot dissemble I shall on all occasions be ready to bear a part with you according to my strength and ability as well in Sufferings or Adversity as in yonr Advancement and Prosperity Therefore as you tender an indulgent Mother and wou'd avoid hastening her steps to the Grave be cauteous in this affair and so with my Prayers to Heaven for your welfare I remain Your Tender and Loving Mother A. B. The Daughters Answer to the foregoing Letter Dear Mother I Have received your Letter and in all Duty and Obedience return you my humble and hearty Thanks in a due acknowledgment of your Care and render Regard towards me in being solicitous for my welfare in the particular of Marriage nor shall my Caution therein be wanting to answer your Expectation for I very well know the decitfulness of many Pretending Lovers and have been both warned and armed by the Disasters and unfortunate Examples of too many of our Sex who have rashly ventured upon a state they are altogether unaquainted with and by that means failing of the competency they expected seeing too late their folly they have become burthensom to then selves and their Relations wherefore when I make a choice and give away my heart I shall move in that Affair with such caution that I hope neither you nor my self shall have the least cause to repent or repine for although I have many Pretenders yet none of them shall gaâ— Possession till I am well assertained I am upon suâ— Ground Wherefore intreating you to surpress yâ—â— Fears of this kind and ever praying for your heaâ— and welfare I assume to subscribe my self as â— Duty bound Your most Dutiful and Obedient Daughter R B. The young Lover to his Mistriss a Letter c. Dear Mistriss DId you know how much I am intangled in Loâ— and what Pow'r you have over me I doubtâ— but you wou'd look upon me with kinder Eye Great indeed has been my diligence to signifie itâ— you but it seems you were insensible of the Sigâ— and Love-Tokens
into a married Estate I have found so many unexpected Pleasures and so much comfort in a Kind and Loving Husband that for all the little Niceties and Fears that struggle to hinder virgins for that which naturally they so much covet and desire nor whatever else can be reasonably named I would not be otherwise than I am I must confess at first the thoughts of giving my self up to the will of a Husband did not a little startle me considering I was altogether unskilled in such an undertaking nor had I been less possessed in my tender years with the Descriptions of the many haâ—ards and dangers that attended a Marriage Estate and what rough and boisterous Creatures men are when they get innocent Virgins into their Power but since I find all contrary I conclude such frightful Representations were only scattered in my way to â—â—event any early Progress I might be inclined to make in Love you may indeed think it strange that â— write thus to you but since I am possessed of so â—reat a share of felicity I cannot yet think it so perâ—ct â—â—ct as I would do if the like were fallen to your â—ot for as we have been all along Sympathizers in â—â—ch others Joy and Grief and dear Companions â—â—ce our tender Infancy what remains where true â—ffection dwells but that I should wish you happy 〈◊〉 the same Estate wherein I find my self so nor need you I am confident adorned with so mucâ— Beauty and Virtue want a thousand Hearts out 〈◊〉 which number of your Adorers out of which castiâ—â— by the fabulous fear that hinders the Consummatioâ— of Love you might choose one to shower on you 〈◊〉 the soft Endearments all the kind Complacentâ—â— and tender things that can possibly render a Woman happier that her self can reasonably conceive â— which is the entire wish and earnest desire of heâ— who is Your unseigned Friend and Servant A. â— A Letter to a Widow Dear Widow I Must at once express my self both sorry and glaâ—â— that now you are at Liberty to make a seceâ—â— Choice sorry that you have lost a good Husbaâ—â— and glad that it is in my power to recommend aâ—â— ther to your Arms who will no less tender and 〈◊〉 gard you one that will think nothing too dearâ—â— please oblige you you may indeed object that goâ—â— men are hard to be found to which I subjoyn aâ—â— therefore have been very curious and cautious to 〈◊〉 you out one amongst those few that are so cautioâ—â— indeed is to be used in so great an Affair but 〈◊〉 much frequently marrs a good Enterprize Yâ—â— know Widow what it is to be married aâ—â— therefore ought not to stand on little Niceties whâ—â— the more weighty part is substantial nor can I imâ—â— gine that you have so hard a thought of me as to 〈◊〉 lieve I would be so treacherous as to recommendâ—â— to any thing to your Disadvantage However I 〈◊〉 undertaken that you shall admit of a Visit from 〈◊〉 Party who is so highly in my Esteem and I hope will shortly be so in yours and in Expectation you will not let me prove Barren in my Promise in which you may conclude my Credit must of necessiity suffer I Subscribe my self Your Cordial and unfeigned Friend P. C. The Answer Sir I Have Perused the Letter you sent me not without Blushes considering the Contents were somewhat surprizing I have indeed all along ranked you amongst the number of my Friends and you might justly have taxed me with Ingratitude had I done less but that you should concern your self in my Affairs of this kind I never expected I have indeed as you say lost a good Husband whose Remembrance is too fresh in my Mind to admit any thoughts of a second however I must return you my thanks for your good will and meaning towards me and that I may be the more tender of your Credit I will upon your account by reason your Promise is past admit of though against my Inclination a Visit and so I conclude and am Sir Your unfeigned Friend A. D. A Letter from a Wife to her Husband in the Country Dear Husband YOur tedious Absence does not a little afflict me nor did I think the Love you so much profess towards me could have so long delayed me since 〈◊〉 well know that I take no joy in my self being thus divided from you who are my chiefest Comfort on Earth what shall I say then but that you are unkind yet methinks I blush to lay such an Injury to your charge and find at the same time something whisper me that you cannot be guilty considering the Obligations I have laid upon you of such a Crime in Love but to put me altogether out of doubt and that I may have no cause to believe you purposely delay Dear Love gratisie so far the Expectations and earnest wishes of your Kind and most Affectionate Wife as to let her speedily be blessed with having you in her Arms there tenderly to chide you for taking your self from her and at the same time bereaving her of the much desired possession of all her Temporal felicity for well you know considering how dearly I tender your Company that your Absence must be tedious to her that lives but to share a life with you and so in hopes whatever business may happen or you may pretend you will gratisie me in this small request thought to me of the greatest moment Imaginable I am Dear Husband Your dutiful Loving and Obedient Wife S. B. The Answer Kind Wise I Have received your Letter and am but too sensible that my Absence has been tedious to you yet I must excuse it though intire Love and Matrimonial tenderness and affection is frequently attended with Impatience to be delayed and will not admit with a firm Crudulity of any Excuse by my being forced to attend upon unexpected Business which has in spite of all the earnest Desires I have had of returning and the Promises I made to my kind and moâ—â— obliging Wife delayed me wherefore I must earnestly intreat you that you would be more tender that to impute it to any disregard or neglect I have of your Person and though to remove all scruples of that kind nay be it to my Detriment or Loss in Affairs I will hast to give you the Satisfaction you seem so earnestly to require by being speedily with you and so put it into your Power to chide me at leisure and till that happy time which I as earnestly desire as any thing that can be thought of or expressed I am Dear Wife Your ever Loving and most Affectionate Husband G. B. The Daughters Letter complaining to her Mother for wand of a Husband Dear Mother YOu told me when I was sent abroad it was in order to gain such Breeding and Carriage as might qualifie me to enter upon a Married Estate which made me the willinger to be absent from you so tedious a time and though my
term it a Separation where the hearts are one in the strictest Union and bonds of Love However I shall take that care to break through all Obstructions that may offer to creat delay and with the speed that wings true Love hasten to your Arms and strive to render you a double Joy in Recompence of my long Absence till when Dear Love be patient and let no sorrow afflict a heart in which I have so great a share but let the consideration of my being on my was to renew your happiness banish sad Thoughts and so commending you to the Protection of Heaven I subscribe my self Your constant and most Affectionate Hemanus A Letter to Commend a young Gentleman to his Mistriss Dear Madam BEing so happy to be informed that Mr. P. is lately become a Servant of yours and as I understand altogether in earnest having first begged your Pardon for my Presumptuous Intrusion I thought 〈◊〉 convenient to Inform you that if you are disposed to alter your Condition I cannot think any Person fitter for your Choice considering the good Character he has in the World of being an honest frugal prudent and ingenious Gentleman which to my Knowledge proceeds not from Flattery but is altogether grounded upon his Merit as for his Person I shall not commend it for as to that you are the competenrest Judge and indeed being wise as all that have been happy in your Conversation must own you may tax me with Imprudence for not leaving you to judge of the rest which indeed I ought to have submitted to but I hope the Love and Esteem I have indifferently for you both will plead in my behalf and gain me an Excuse And so Madamâ— wishing you in every station all manner of felicity I take my leavee and am Your most humble and most obliged Servant A. G. The Answer Madam I Have received your Letter and am constrained in point of Generosity to return you my hearty thanks for the Care you take of my welfare and especially in what most materially concerns my future Tranquility the Gentleman you mention has indeed payed me some visits of late and I have no reason to reproach him for his Civility but considering Marriage is a great work and ought not to be enter'd upon without much mature deliberation I cannot oblige my self rashly to enterprize it by giving a hasty consent but must take time to consider on it as a weighty matter and although my thoughts were not before averse to an Alteration of my Condition I must confess the Character you have given on the part of my Lover has not a little heightned my Esteem of him But Modesty bidding me be silent in that matter least I shou'd be censured as too forward in so great a concern I rest and am Madam Your most obliged Servant R. C. A Country Letter from Robin to Joan. Honest Joan I Can but think ever since you and I were together at the Wake what a great mind I have had to Buss thee I wou'd indeed have come to thy Father's House and have cracked a Pot of Ale with thee had not I been a great deal busy in getting in the Hay and Gorn and when that was over in Ploughing the Land but I will spare so much time before I am a Twelve-month older as to come and see thee and that thou maist not think I forget thee I have sent by this Bearer a Pair of Gloves and a Top-knot that thou maist be Alamode as they call it and go fine as other Lasses They cost me Ninepence I cou'd get them no cheaper however I think not the Money ill bestowed since they are for thine own dear self And Joan if thou lovest me as I believe thou dost and have reason to think it ever since thou tookest two Busses for one Let me have a Line or two from thee to hear how thou dost and tell the Clark of the Parish I will Pay him for writing it when I come to see thee And so I bid thee heartily good buy and am Your trusty Sweetheart Robin The Answer Kind Robin THe Clark not being at home I got the Parson to set pen to Paper and bid him tell you that I am a great deal glad to hear you are very well as indeed I am at this present writing and am as Impatient Bob to see thee as thou canst wish or imagine but have been taken up in spinning a pair of Sheers above this Fortnight yet shou'd you come to see me I 'd make half a Holy-day with you for all that I have indeed received your Token and that very kindly as what cou'd I do less yet must rate and chide you a little for laying out your Money so simply consider Bob Ninepence is a great deal of Money and might have been better bestowed however I take all in good part and wore the Gloves and Topâ— knot last Sunday for your sake But can you think it â—â— it wou'd have made you have laughed to almost bâ—â— pissing your self to see how the folk gauped and stâ—â—red at me to see how fine I was and to speak whâ—â— I think I believe many a Lass envyed me for being in the Court fashion because they were not so themselves And now Bob Paper being scarce I shall take my leave of thee without any longer occasion and own my self to all the World if occasion were That I am In Love with no body but your self in witness whereof I have set my Mark as not being able to write my Name J A Letter from a Country Esquire to his London Mistriss Dear Mrs. Betty WHat shall I say or how shall I express my self to make thee know how much I love thee As for thy Father he knows it for I told him all my Affections when he was last in the Country and I hope he has told thee as much I shewed him too my Sheep Cows Horses and all my Domestic Cattle and Poultry with my Warrens and parks of Deer my Ground and Stacks of Corn and Hay and many other things too tedious to mention in an Epistle and told him what I wou'd Joynter thee in for indeed thou art worth more than I have to give for thee However if thou wilt love me thou shalt have me into thee Bargain Your Father seemed well enough to approve and like of all the concern but told me withal that he left you free to your Choice and that he wou'd compel you to nothing but I must make way my self to your Affections which I am now endeavouring to do and I hope I shall not labour invain for as soon as I know how you rellish this I will come and see you my self And so no more in hast I am Your very Loving Servant W. N. The Answer Sir I Have received your Letter and am surprized tâ— find you should fall in Love with one you neveâ— see what you have learned of me from my Father I know not yet Love being grounded
you home Sir I must confess you should be much admir'd for your ingenuity breeding and good parts though the ungratefull World will allow no body to have the happiness of admiring you but your self Mock-Expressions or Complements Burlesque to the Female Sex c. MAdam your Beauties must needs be excellent and like an Ignis faruis lead Mankind astray since your Eyes have perpetual Twinkles bright as Candles burnt within the Socket Madam your Virtues are like the Phoenix very rare to be found Kind Mistriss your favours are dispensed to all and so common that no Man need fear in the least to participate of them Madam the severity of your Countenance is a scurge to transgression for whosoever looks wishfully upon you in the very moment of his hot-boiling blood will be antidoted against Lechery Madam the World must needs be melancholy when you are taken from it seeing you are the Comedy of Mankind and the Acting-Stage of Recreation Madam the Rosey-colour of Brickbat mixed with the Amber-colour of Cowslips adorn your lovely Face and make it aimable to those that can contemplate and admire your Beauties Madam the Ornament of your Hair hangs dangling like the Roots of Cedars and to catch Lovers you expand it as the Spider do's her Web to intrap the Fiies though not with that caution for your Nets are so wide that even the intangled Culleys creep through and escape Madam that you have been Man's meat appears by the wanton twinkles of your Eyes and the Ruins of a tollerable good Face but alas Time that enemy to Beauty has dried you to a Cinder and lest you only Desire where you are not to be desired Madam your inclinations to pursue Virtue appear a many things but you follow it with so slow a â—ace that 't is doubted by some whether you will ever â—â—er-take it Madam we might without doubt have justly terned you fair had not deformity been unmannerly to â—ake place of your beauty Madam your Gravity apears in every action since â—ime has been hasty to furrow your Face with wrinkl'd â—onour and reduced your Beauty to the complection of a blasted Oak Lady the toss you have with your Head and that â—ect with your Buttocks denote you to be a Woman of fine breeding and to have much conversation with French Dancing-masters who will have all the wit to lye in Mimmick Postures c. Lady your Teeth in their yellowness exceed the Amber and may well be compared to Crysolites Madam the Scarlet-livory your Face wears denotes you to be kind to your self in making glad your heart and casting away care Madam so great are the obligations wherewith you â—ave loaded me that I must lay down my burthen or I shall faint under them Your understanding sweet Lady has so large a Country to travel in that it can rarely be found Madam you have so far obliged me that I must study the Art of Memory to retain the thoughts of your obligations least they slip out of my mind whilst you forget not to tax me with ingratitude Madam ye 're so lovely sweet and charming that â—â—ow I cou'd spend at least half an hour to tell you how much I love you did not important business â—rudge me the loss of so much time Posies or Motto's to be used on sundry occasions Madam my Heart I 'll constant be What e'er I have Whm God has blest Now we agree To thee my Heatt This for ever Untill I dye Fairest Creature In Constancy Let me not find Let us now hast Prepare with speed I will be true When false I am Be not unkind We 'll happy live We 'll live and love What here I give No more I 'll pine What e'er you say Love do's invite I live and move Is your desert Fair Maid to thee Freely it crave Let none molest Let 's Marry'd be I do impart With the Giver I 'll constant be I 'm your debtor I 'll live and dye That ye 're unkind The Minutes past To be my Bride To Love and you I 'll bear the blame Till cause you find Let whose will grieve Till Death remove My Dear receive Since thou art mine I will obey Let us unite But by your Love. Read these though divided Cross-ways As Madam my Heart Is your desert c. Mournfull Epethites For my sad grief I live in pain 'T is my sad Heart Be pleas'd to give Alas I dye To be more kind See cruel Fair O! be more just Death is more kind My bleeding Heart O! let me go What have I done O! save from Death My pain beguile In Mercy save Long have I lov'd O! let my Fate O! can my Dear One Boon I crave If Love 's deny'd This very hour In pain I live Unconstant Maid Behold I come There 's no relief And love in vain Do's feel the smart Me leave to live If you deny You was design'd How I despair Or I am Dust Than your hard Mind Is full of smart To shades below To set so soon My fleeting breath With one kind smile Me from my Grave And constant prov'd Have longer Date Be still severe Pity your slave Death is my Bride My Fate do's lower In vain I grieve My life do's fade Kind Ghosts make room Read these as the former Short EPITAPHS REader This Marble claims as Tribute due To the dear Memory of sacred Dust A Sigh at least if not a Tear or two The Good lyes here the Great the Wise and Just Epitaph 2. IN Honour's bed he dy'd whom here we lay Whilst his free'd Soul mounts to Eternal day His Body Heav'n will only here intrust Yet will his Fame immortalize his Dust Epitaph 3. WEep weep no more like those that vainly deem 'T is loss to dye when to dye well is gain The Glories of this World are but a Dream And all its guilded Pleasures only pain Epitaph 4. HIS Name shall live his Works do speak his Fame Rescu'd from Time they shall his Worth proclaim Fame shall his Voucher to all Ages be Fame that makes half the Orb of round Eternitie Shall hug him close and never let him dye The most exact Collection of choice SONGS upon sundry occasions as they are Sung in Court City and Country To the newest most delightful Tunes c. The Lover's Happiness A new Song 1. ALL joy to Mortals Joy and Mirth Eternal Joys we sing The God of Love descends to Earth His Darts have lost their sting The Youth shall now complain no more On Sylva's needless scorn But the shall love if he adore And melt when he do's burn 2. The Nymph no longer shall be shy But leave the Jilting Road And Daphne now no more shall fly The wounded panting God But all shall be sereen and fair No sad Complaints of Love Shall fill the gentle whispering Air No Echoing sighs the Grove 3. Beneath the Shades young Strephon lyes Of all his Wish possest Gazing on Sylva's charming Eyes Whose Soul is there confest
Beauty I 'll gaze and of Pleasure complain Whilst every kind look adds a link to my Chain 5. 'T is more to maintain than it was to surprize But her Wit leads in triumph the slaves of her Eyes I beheld with the loss of my freedom before But hearing for ever must serve and adore 6. Too bright is my Goddess her Temple too weak Retire divine Image I feel my heart break Help help I dissolve in a Rapture of Charms At the thought of those Joys I shou'd find in her Arms. The Shepherd's Delight A new Song 1. HOw happy we live while our Flocks we do feed And cheer up our hearts with the Musick o' th' Reed On the Mountains or Plains in the Meads or the Grove We court and we sport and each kisses his Love. Then Garlands of Flowers they make-for his Head That pleases 'em best and the Table is spread On the Laps of the Nymphs and with hourly good cheer We there sit contented devoid of all fear 2. Whilst others that think themselves splendid and great Are toss'd and turmoil'd in the Matters of State No life than a Shepherds more happy can be Who lives in content and from trouble is free Who makes not his Soul a dull slave unto treasure But sings in cool Shades and by streams takes his pleasure Before him the Lambs they do frisk and do play Till home he do's drive 'em at closing of day 3. The Larks in the Morning salutes him with Songs And the rest of the Quire do's fly round him in throngs When steep'd in the Dew that the Night do's refine He 's more plump and jolly than Lads soak'd in Wine The Flow'rs of the Field they contribute their sweet Spread trees are his Canopy shelter from heat And purling soft Waters his Thirst do allay And thus he lives merry as long as the day The Night-Adventure A new Song 1. WHen guilded with her gaudy fires Heav'ns Auzer Canopy appear'd Just when the Sun from us retires And by 't the Indian World is cheer'd Walking abroad to scent the sweet That do s from Earth's great Altar rise In gentle breathings I did meet More bright than Stars / two starry Eyes 2 Plac d in a lower Heaven yet shone More tempting fair than those above Their influence more they made me own As fixed in the sphere of Love. Amaz'd and pleas'd at what I view'd I steer'd long by their beaming Light But like false fires they me delude Vanish and left me loft in night 3 Since which I nightly view the train That on their mystick Movements rowl Ariadne's Crown and Charles's Wain And both the Bears plac'd near the Pole. Bernice's hair Andromache The Virgin Spike and all the rest But cannot find where she shou'd be Who by her Influence rules my breast The Fickle Lover A Song 1. ALL my past life is mine no more The flying hours are gone Like Transitory Dreams giv'n o'er Whose Images are kept in store By Memory alone 2. What-ever is to come is not How can it then be mine The present Moment's all my lot And that as fast as it is got Phillis is wholly thine 3. Then talk not of Inconstancie False Hearts and broken Vows If I by Miracle can be This live-long moment true to thee 'T is all that Fate allows The Good-fellow A Song HAng up Mars and his Wars Give us drink Well Tipple my Lads together Those are slaves fools and knaves That have Chink and must pay For what they say Do or think Good-fellows account for neither Be we round be we square We are happier than they are Whose Dignity works their Ruin He that well the Bowl rears Can baffle his cares And a fig for death and undoing The Amorous Courtier A new Song WHy are my Eyes still flow ing Why do's my Heart thus trembling move When go ing To see the darling Saint I love Ah! she 's my Heavn and in my Eye Love's Dei ty There is no Life what she can give Nor any Death like taking my leave 2. Tell me no more of Glo ry To Court's Ambition I 've resign'd But tell a long long Sto ry Of Coelia s shape her face and mind Speak too of Raptures that wou'd Life destroy To en joy Had I a Diadem Scepter and Ball For that dear Minute I 'd part with 'em all The Loyalist A Song 1. HAppy happy may he Reign That do s now the Scepter sway Our Liberties still to maintain And may his Subjects all obey Let each one strive to merit most In constant Loyalty and Love And may Division be devorc'd And we no more of it approve 2. That each secure beneath his Vine With Peace and Plenty may be blest And never cause have to repine But there supinely take his rest Calm as Summer's noon-tide Air May all our thoughts and actions be Still free from foul distrust and fear Hence forward live in unitie The Daughters Request OH Mother Roger with his Kisses Almost stops my breath I vow He almost gripes my hands to pieces Yet he swears he loves me too Tell me Mother Pray now doo Pray now pray now pray now doo What Roger means when he do's so For ne'er stir I long to know 2. He sets me on his Lap whole hours With eager looks he me devours Kisses me and stroaks my Breast Feels my Thighs and would the rest Tell me Mother pray now doo Pray now pray now pray now doo What Roger means when be do's so For never stir I long to know 3. He gives me Cream and strawberries And always gazes on my Eyes Commends my handsome Leg and Foot And sighs for something I have got Tell me Mother pray now doo Pray now pray now pray now doo What Roger means when be do's so For ne'er stir I long to know Celia Restored to her Empire or The Wandring Shepherd's Return A new Song 1. CElia no more complain The Shepherd shall be kind You shall not sigh in vain Nor grieve unto the Wind. Love mighty Love subdues Monarchs makes Empires yield Conquers him that pursues Gives the pursu'd the field 2 Rise then fair Celia rise See your Returned Swain Who at your Mercy lyes And begs you 'd ease his pain A Rebel to your Charms He never more will be But in your tender Arms Ravish'd with joy will lye 3. Take take then pity now Upon your wand'ring slave Who at your feet do's bow And low your pardon crave Long he defiance holds Against all Nature's Laws If his Heart ne'er new Moulds At such a charming Cause The Conquest of Coyness A Song 1. AS Cloris full of harmless thoughts Beneath the Myrtle lay Kind Love a youthfull Shepherd brought To pass the time away 2. She blush't to be encounter'd so And chid the Amorous Swain But as she Strove to rise and go He pull'd her down again 3. A sudden Passion seiz'd her Heart In spite of her disdain She found a Pulse in every part And Love in every vein
4. Ah Gods said she what Charms are these That conquer and surprize Ah let me for unless you please I have no pow'r to rise 5. She fainting spoke and trembling lay For fear she shou'd comply Her lovely Eyes her Heart betray And give her Tongue the lye 6. Thus she whom Princes had deny'd With all their pomp and train Was in a luckey Minute try'd And yielded to a Swain The Down-right Courtier to his Coy Mistriss A Song 1. PRay Madam leave this peevish fashion And ne'er desire to be high-priz'd Love it is a Princely Passion And is angry when despis'd Though men say ye 're fair 't is true We your Beauty yet bestow For our Fancy makes it so 2. Then bean't proud ' cause we Adore you We do 't only for our pleasure All those parts in which you glory We by fancy weigh and measure When for Goddesses you go For Angels or for Queens pray know T is our Fancies make you so 3. Suppose not then your Majestie By Tyrannies best signify'd And your Angellick Natures be Distinguish'd only by your Pride Tyrants make Subjects Rebels grow And Pride lost Angels down did throw Beware your Pride don't serve you so The Power and Force of Love A Song 1. AS by a Grove I walking was A mighty Cause Struck sadness to my Soul Unhappy me I said Alas 'T is a hard case That I meet this controul I that of late was free of Air Must now despair And captive live in Chains Can Love said I so crafty be Who cannot see To fill the Mind with pains 2. Ah! he 's a Tyrant seeming weak And yet to break His Chains we vainly strive The Fetters that he do's bequeath Are strong as Deah Men rarely them survive For ost the valiant brave and wise By Women's Eyes Are ruin'd and undone No Armour is sufficient proof Nor hard enough Their killing Darts to shun The Comparison A Song 1. HOw blest was the created state Of Man and VVoman e'er they fell Compar'd to our unhappy state VVhat need we fear another Hell. 2. Naked beneath cool shades they lay Enjoyment waited on desire All active did their wills obey Nor cou'd a wish set pleasure higher 3. But we poor slaves to hope and fear Are never of our Joys secure They lessen still as they draw near And none but dull delights endure 4. Then Cloris whilst I duly pay The noble Tribute of my Heart Bean't you so vain to say You love me for a frailer part The Jovial Boys A Song 1. COme fill us a Bumper to Bacchus Let us be free in our doing Let Sorrow and Grief ne'er o'er-take us Damn the fond trouble of VVooing VVhilst our Glasses are crown'd And Liquors abound VVe 'll brave the fond Boy and his Arrows In drinking there is a pleasure 〈◊〉 Love is a folly will 〈◊〉 us Both wasting our 〈…〉 Treasure 2. Then round let it go 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Since Women such puny toys are â—re charms in Wide that do's sparkle â—han e'er in a Mistriss Eyes were Come then put 'em about VVe 'll see 'em all out And when they are so we 'll recruit 'em Though VVomen we once did adore These Reasons they now shall confute 'em VVe will be such Asses no more The Indifferent Lover A Song 1. WHilst on those lovely Eyes I gaze To see a wretch pursuing In Raptures of a blest amaze His pleasing happy Ruin. 'T is not for pity that I move His Fate is too aspiring VVho heart-broke with a load of Love Dyes wishing and admiring 2. But if his Death you can forgo Your slave from Death removing Let me your Art of Charming know Or learn you mine of loving But whether life or death betide In love 't is equal measure The victor lives with empty pride The vanquish'd dyes with pleasure The Bully A Song ROom room for a Blade of the Town That takes delight in roaring VVho daily Rambles up and down And at Night in the streets lyes snoring That for the Noble name of Spark Dares his Companions rally Commits a Murther in the dark Then sneak into an Ally To every Female that he meets He swears he bears affection Defies all Laws Arrests and Suits By help of a Protection Then he intending further wrongs By some resenting Culley Is decently whipt through the Lungs And there 's an end of Bulley The Amorous Lover's Advice to his Mistriss A Song 1. LET Love and let Beauty each other embrace 'T is scorn and disdain spoils the charms of a Face That Breast which contains the blest warmth of desire Will rejoyce at the sense of so pleasing a fire Which to make Mortals happy is sent from above 'T is a sin to be nice but a pleasure to love 2. How happy are those who by Nature enjoy The innocent sport for which others seem coy They 'll receive mighty Love at the Eye with a smile And sweetly permit him the Heart to beguile O! then with a sigh how they hug the soft Chain And wish that it ne'er may forsake 'em again The Lover's Excuse A Song 1. THyrsis unjustly you complain And tax my tender Heart With want of pity for your pain Or sense of your desert 2. By secret and mysterious springs Alas our Passions move We Women are phantastick things That like before we love 3. You may be handsome and have wit Be secret and well-bred The person loved must to us fit He only can succeed 4. Some dye yet never are believ'd Others we trust too soon Helping our selves to be deceiv'd And proud to be undone The Constant Lover's Complaint A Song 1. I Cannot change as others doe Though you unjustly scorn Since the poor Swain that sighs for you For you alone was born No Phillis no your Heart to move A surer way I 'll try And to revenge my slighted Love Will still love on will still love on and dye 2. When kill'd with grief Amintas lyes And you to mind shall call The Sighs that now unpity'd rise The Tears that vainly fall That welcome hour that ends his smart Will then begin your pain For such a faithfull tender Heart Can never break in vain The bouncing Bully A new Song 1. WHen first I made love to my Cloris Cannon Oaths I brought down To batter the Town And I fill'd her with Amorous stories 2. Billet Doux like small shot d' ye ply her And sometimes a Song Went whizzing along But still I was never the nigher 3. At last she sent word by a Trumpet If I lik'd that life She wou'd be my wife But never be any Mans Strumpet 4. I told her Mars wou'd not Marry And swore by my scars Single combats and wars I 'd sooner dig stones in a Quarry Content is True Happiness A Song 1. COme leave your care and love your friend Live freely don't despair Of getting Money there 's no end And keeping it breeds care 〈◊〉 you have Money at your need 〈◊〉 Good-fellows and good Wine 〈◊〉 life whose
joys on Wealth do seed Is dull compar'd with thine 2. I can enjoy my self and friends VVithout design or fear Below their Envy or base ends That Polititians are I neither toil nor care nor grieve To gather keep or loose VVith freedom and content I live And what 's my own I use 3. VVhilst Men blown up with strong desires Of Riches or Renown Though ne'er so high wou'd still be higher So tumble head-long down For Princes smiles turn oft to frowns And favours fade each hour He that to day heaps Towns on towns To morrow may be poor 4. All that we get by all our store 'S Honour or Dominion The one 's but Trouble varnish'd o'er the t'other but Opinion Fate rules the roast Times always change 'T is Fancy builds all things How madly then our Minds do range Since all we grasp hath wings 5. Those empty terms of Rich and Poor Comparison hath fram'd He hath not much that covets more Want is but VVill nick-nam'd If I can safely think and live And freely laugh and sing My Wealth I 'll not for Craesus give Nor change for any thing The Downfall of Plain-Dealing A Song 1. LOng time Plain-dealing in the haughty Town Wand'ring about though in a thread-bare Gown At last unanimously was cry'd down 2. VVhen almost starved she to the Country fled In hopes though meanly she should there be fed And tumble nightly on a Pease-straw bed 3. But knavery knowing her intent took post And rumour'd her approach through e'ry coast Vowing his ruin that shou'd be her Host 4. Frighted at this each Rustick shut his dore Bid her begone and trouble him no more For he that entertain'd her must be poor 5. At this grief seiz'd her grief too great to tell And weeping sighing fainting down she fell VVhilst knavery laughing rung her Passing-bell 6. And though some simple people search in vain In hopes by this time she 's reviv'd again They have their labour only for their pain The Hero A new Song 1. THE Courts of fond Cupid I ever did scorn Nor cou'd Venus's softness invite me The Charms and Perfections that beauties adorn Ne'er yet had power to delight me The sound o the Trumpet the ratling Drum And the noise of the Cannon where flaming On spread wings of fire Death in triumph do's come In Thunder his Terror proclaiming 2. Where drawn Swords like Comets enlighten the Plain And the Musick 's the Groans of the dying The Ramparts are only the heaps of the slain And nothing ignoble but flying To the field my kind Mistriss like this I will hast VVhere same hoâ—our glory are waiting VVhilst love from my Arms with disdain I will cast As not worthy a Souldier's debating Mariana's Complaint A new Song 1. COnsider Maidens that are young And yet are blooming in your prime Least Man's soft charming Tongue Steal your weak Hearts by stealing Time. For whilst you think you moments spend That harmlesly away do slide Love do's a strong contagion send VVhich sensless through your Heart do's glide 2. VVhilst e'ry part within conspires To entertain the subtil foe VVhich by degrees breeds strange desires Till it your peace quite over-throw And your dear freedom lay in chains Make you a Captive to false man VVho when ye 're setter'd slights your pains And grows more proud that ye 're undone 3. Then fly then fly when they draw near Believe not what they smoothly say For though they vow protest and swear Yet in that breath they 'll you betray 'T is at your Honour that they aim And when they once have gain'd the prize No more they burn no more they flame No more the false dissembler dyes 4. But make ill-natur'd Jests and leave The too fond Maid they work'd upon Gentle and easie to deceive They count her when she is undone Alas by me example take The dear-lov'd Man I did adore My ruin'd honour do's forsake For getting all the Love he swore The Maiden's Grief A new Song 1. A Curse upon the faithless Maid Who first her Sexes Liberty betray'd Born free as Men to love and range Till nobler Nature did to Custom change Custom that dull excuse of fools Who think all Virtue to consist in Rules 2. From love our fetters never sprung That smiling God all wanton gay and young â—hows by his wings he cannot be â—onfin'd to restless slaverie â—ut here and there at random roves Nor fix'd to glitt'ring Courts or shady Groves 3. Then she that Constancy profess Was but a well dissembler at the best And that imaginary sway She feign'd to give in seeming to obey Was but the hight of prudent Art To deal with greater liberty her heart The Torment of Disdain A Song 1. WHen first these Eyes of mine saw my undoer Oh! how my Soul was inflam'd with desire But now I hate the time that e'er I knew her Seeing her Cruelty adds to my fire The more I love the more she disdains And daily do's add new Links to my Chains Which makes me day and night to cry Woe is me woe is me for love I dye 2. I still address my self in humble manner Thinking by that to gain some respect But she most cruel she takes more upon her And still return'd it with scorn and neglect Which plung'd my soul into such deep dispair Too great alas for Mortal minds to bear I 'd rather soon to loose my breath Then to continue still this living death 3. Farewell cruel she this Curse I 'll leave with thee May'st thou love one but ne'er beloved be And when thou doat'st on him may he deceive then And be as cruel as thou waft to me The Invitation to Love A Song 1. PRitty Peggy grant to me One sweet kiss to prove me If I stick not close to thee As the VVoodbine to the tree Mayest thou never love me 2. Passion is a simple thing That will ne'er content ye It will never pleasure bring But will leave behind a sting That will still torment ye 3. Love that brisk and airy is Brings a Lady pleasure But if dull our blood will freeze VVhich will make you by degrees To repent at leasure 4. Heighten'd Love do's still beget Torment to the Master For Jealousie is such a cheat No Physitian e'er cou'd yet Find for it a Plaister 5. Anger still do's stir up Love And encrease the fancy If 't be moderate you 'll prove T is the only sphere to move In for to advance you To Flora A Song 1. JOy to the Darling of loud Fame Whose early Beauty 's in their bloom Nature's Riches do proclaim And find in all our hearts a Room 2. If so in Infancy you wound If such sharp-pointed Darts you wear Your Beauty when by years 't is crown'd Must needs the wonder of the World appear 3. See how the Stars shine in the Skies Seeding the Firmament with Light So shine in Beauty's World your Eyes Though they keep off the Shades of night 4. The feeble Stars
suffer the shade The lower World to over-run But where your Eyes the Lights are made They keep off Darkness like the Sun. Against Drunkenness A new Song 1. ALL you that in Tipling take delight Come unto my Ditty give ear All you that do Revel and Roar in the night And put sober people in fear 2. First you your Money in Vanity spend Which if you did husband it well In time of distress wou'd be a sure friend And all those that flatter excell 3. The next you your healths and your wiâ—â— do confound And are by strange Witchcraft possess For he whose senses in Liquor are drown'd He changes the Man to the beast 4. The Drunkard in quarrels do's likewise ingage By which comes much trouble and harm And renders himself the fool on the Stage Whilst Coxcombs shall laugh him to scorn 5. If Marry'd he be and Drunk do's rowl home Then there is another plague yet So feebly he works in his Wives private Room That nothing but Girls he can get 6. Which now as times go will never rub off Unless he can Portions provide But how can he doe it that daily do's Quaff And pours his Estate in his Hide 7. More mischief remains for when all is done And he offers to go on the score His Host he don't know him but bids him begone Like a beggarly Son of a Who 8. Then he with Duke Humphery must look for a Cup And pinch and repine when too late Tell trees for his Dinner and sup with a Chop And this is the Drunkards just fate The Forsaken Mistriss A Song 1. WIth praise of my beauty and sighs he did woo me And hasly a while for my Love did pursue But proud of my conquest and proud of my Game I slighted his Courtship and laugh'd at his Flame Yet now I repent that I answer'd him no Since from a kind Lover he 's turn'd to a foe But he 's a mâ—er Fop and a Coxcomb at best When a Woman says no will take it in jest 2. My Eyes then were Stars and my Cheeks he call'd Roses But now they 're debas'd and my Nose but my Nose is He prais'd e'ry part and extoll'd 'em above Fair Helena's or the bright Goddess of Love. But a shame of him now for a subtil false Knave Denial has freed him that late was my slave Yet be 's a meer Fop and a Coxcomb at best When a Woman says no will not take it in jest 3. Yet Lasses be wise when the Lad wou'd be kind And let him all freedom and courtesie find For troth the next Youngster I take in my gin Shall find me more yielding than yet I have been I 'll give him no time for to gaze on new faces But look him up close in my kindest embraces Yet be 's a meer Fop and a Coxcomb at best When a Woman says no will not take it in jest 4 Ill hug him securely with Joy in my Arms And heighten his pleasure by force of my Charm◠〈◊〉 â—arth's flow'ry beds we imbracing will lye 〈◊〉 there in soft Murmurs full often we 'll dye But dye to new live when reviv'd by the flame That kindl'd our Passion and so dye again Yet be 's a meer Fop and a Coxcomb at best When a Woman says no will not take it in jest The Misse's Confession A Song 1. I Wench as well as others doe I 'm young not yet deform'd My tender heart sincere and true Deserves not to be scorn'd Why Phyllis then why will you trade With forty Lovers more Can I said she with Nature strive Alas I am alas I am a Wh 2. Where all my body Larded o'er With Nature's Amorous Probes That you might find in every pore A pole and pair of Globes Whilst yet my Eyes alone were free My heart would never doubt In Amorous rage and exstasie To wish those Eyes put out The Parting Farewell A Song 1. T IS not that I am weary grown Of being yours and yours along â—ut with what face can I incline â—o keep you to be only mine You whom some kinder power did fashion by Merit and by Inclination The joy at least of one whole Nation 2. Let meaner spirits of your Sex With humbler aims their thoughts perplex And boast if by their Arts they can Contrive to make one happy Man. Whilst moved by an impartial sence Favours like nature you dispence With universal influence 3. See the kind Seed receiving Earth To every grain affords a birth On her no showers unwelcome fall her willing womb retains 'em all And shall my Celia be confin'd No live up to thy mighty mind And be the Mistriss of Mankind The Jolly Fellow 's good Wish A Song 1. VVlcan contrive me such a Cup As Nestor us'd of old Shew all thy skill to trim it up Damask it round with Gold. 2. Make it so large that fill'd with Sack Up to the swelling brim Large Toasts on the delicious Lake Like Ships at Sea may swim 3 Engrave not battles on its Cheek With Wars l 'ave nought to doe I 'm none of those that took Mastreich Nor of the Lime-Rout crew 4 Let it no name of Planets tell Fix'd Stars or Constellations For I am no Sir Sydraphel Nor none of his Relations 5. But carve thereon a spreading Vine Then add two lovely Boys Their limbs in Amorous folds intwine The Type of future Joys 6. Cupid and Bacchus my Saints are May Love and Wine still reign With Wine I wash away my care And then to love again The Lover's Complaint to his Scornfull Mistriss A new Song 1. AH Cloris Pity or I dye The wound admits no cure All Arts to ease my pain I try And find all Arts but poor You in your power the Cordial have Alone that gives relief Ah Cloris lovely Cloris save Or else I dye with grief 2. Your Eyes shoot lightning through my heart Your frowns raise in my breast A dismal storm arm'd with a Dart Your scorn murthers my rest I pine and sigh alas in vain A feavour burns within Without I struggle with disdain But can no favour win 3. Yet cannot change as others doe Though you unjustly scorn Since the poor Swain that sighs for you For you alone was born No Cloris no your heart to move A surer way I 'll try And to revenge my slighted love Will still love on and dye 4 When kill with grief Amintas lyes And you to mind shall call The Sighs that now unpity'd rise The Tears that vainly fall That welcome hour that ends his smart Will then begin your pain For such a faithfull tender heart Can never break in vain The Debate A Song 1. GIve me leave to Rail at you I ask nothing but my due To call you false and then to say You shall not keep my heart a day But alas against my will I must be your Captive still Ah be kinder then for I Cannot change and wou'd not dye 2. Kindness has resistless charms All
besides but weakly move Fiercest anger it disarms And clips the wings of flying Love. Beauty do's the heart invade Kindness only can perswade It guilds the Lovers servile chain And makes the slave grow pleas'd again The Reply A Song 1. NOthing adds to your fond fire More than scorn and cold disdain I to cherish your desire Kindness us'd and 't was in vain You insulted o'er your slave Humble love you soon refus'd Hope not then a power to have Where ingloriously you us'd 2. Think not Thyrsis I will e'er By my Love my Empire loose You grow constant through despair Love return'd you wou'd abuse Though you still possess my heart Scorn and rigour I must feign Ah forgive that only Art Love has left your Love to gain 3. You that could my Heart subdue To new Conquests ne'er pretend let your Example make you true And of a conquer'd foe a friend Then if e'er I should complain Of your Empire or my Chain Summon all your powerfull Charms And sell the Rebel in your Arms. Upon MONEY A Song 1. IT is not the Silver and Gold of it self That makes Men adore it but 't is for its power For no Man do's doat upon Pelf because Pelf But all court the Lady in hopes of her Dower The Wonders that now in our days we behold Done by the irresistible power of Gold Our love and our zeal and affection do mould 2. It purchaseth Kingdoms States Scepters and Crowns Wins Battels and conquers the Conquerors bold Takes Bulwarks and Castles and Armies and Towns Our prime Laws were written in Letters of Gold. This lines Mens Religion builds Doctrine and Truth With zeal of Profession the Canter endu'th To club with kind Sarah or sweet Sister Ruth 3. This Marriages makes 't is the center of Love It draws on the Man and it pricks up the Woman Birth Virtue and Parts no affection can move While this makes Lords bow to the Brat of a Broom Gives Virtue and Beauty to the Lass that you woo Makes Women of all sorts and ages to do 'T is the soul of the World and the worldling too 4. This Horses procures you and Hawks Hounds Hares 'T is this keeps your Groom and your Groom keeps your Gelding It buys Citizens Wives as well as their Wares And makes your coy Ladies so coming and yielding Give boisterous Clowns their insufferable pride Makes Beggars and Fools in great triumph to ride Whilst ruin'd Properties run by their side The Slighted Lover A new Song 1. AH why do's my Aminta fly From him who lives but by her smiles If she her kindness do's deny And thus in scorn from me recoils The sadness that her Absence breeds Will soon grow up to gloomy death A long long night alas succeeds When for her sake I yield my breath 2. But if she kindly will return Her presence will keep death away O! rather let me feel her scorn Than from my sight she thus should stray It will a pleasure prove in pain To gaze upon the lovely Fair Last Salamander like on Flame Or like Chamelions only live on Air. She wou'd seem Angry A Song 1. WHat cruel pains Corinda takes To force that harmless frown When not a Charm her Face forsakes Love cannot loose its own So sweet a Face so soft a Heart Such Eyes so very kind Betrays alas the filly Art Virtue had ill design'd 2. Poor feeble Tyrant who in vain Wou'd proudly take upon her Against kind nature to maintain Affected Rules of Honour The scorn she bears so helpless proves VVhen I plead Passion to her That much she fears yet more she loves Her Vassal should undoe her The Recovery of Love A Song 1. HOW unconcern'd Love now decreases Behold that Face of thine The Graces and the Dresses Which both conspire to make thee shine And make me think thou art Divine And yet methinks thou' rt wonderous fair But I have no desires Those Glories in thy Face that are Kindled not in my Heart those fires For they remain though that expires 2. Nor was 't my Eyes that had such power To burn my self and you For then they 'd every thing devour But I do several others view Unsing'd and so don't think it true Nay both together cou'd not do 't Else we had dyed e'er this Without some higher power to boot Which must rule both if either miss Altogether to no purpose is 3. It pusses my Philosophy To find wherein consists This power of Love and Tyrany Or in a Lover's Eye or Breast Be 't where it will there let it rest However that I once did love I boldly do profess But henceforth to my self will prove More wise in loving less And grow more strong as it do's more decrease On Fading Beauty A Song 1. CElia be gentle I advise Make up for time mispent When Beauty on its death-bed lyes 'T is high time to repent Such is the Malice of your Fate That makes you old so soon Your pleasure ever comes too late How early e'er begun 2 Think what a wretched thing is she Whose Stars contrive in spite The Morning of her Love should be Her fading beauties night Then if to make your Ruin more You 'll peevishly be coy By wishing yet in Love be poor And never know the joy 3. May Transports that can give new fire To stay the flying Soul. Ne'er answer you in your desire But make you yet more dull May Raptures that can move each part To tast the Joys above In all their hight improv'd by Art Still fly you when you love Advice to his Fair Mistriss A Song 1. LOvely Mistriss whilst you do enjoy Youth and Beauty be you sure to use 'em And be not fickle be not coy Thy self or Lovers to destroy Since all those Lillies and those Roses That Lovers find or Love supposes To flourish in thy face Will tarry but a little space And youth and beauty are but only lent To you by nature with this kind intent You should enjoy but not abuse 'em And when enjoyments may be had not fondly to refâ—◠〈◊〉 2. Let Lovers flatt'ry ne'er prevail with thee Nor their complacient tongues that don't agree With their Vows and Protestations be As snares for to deceive thee Let the high praises of the wittie Though ne'er so costly never fit ye Unless the truth in all their words you find For Lovers see though Love is blind Sickness or Age will quickly strip away Those fading Glories of your youthfull May And of your Graces all berieve ye Then those that did adore before will slight thee and so leave thee 3. Then while ye 're fair and young be kind but wise Doat not nor proudly use denying That tempting toy thy beauty lyes Not in thy face but Lover's Eyes And he that doats on thee may smother His love i' th' beauties of another Or flying at all Game May quench or else divert his flame His Reason too may chance to interpose And Love declines as
secret that lyes in the proper management of words and protestations of which a Woer ought never to be sparing for they cost him little and so that there is no person in the World but may be as rich as he pleases in Promises However besure not to go beyond the limits of Peâ—formance for extravagant Vows and Promises soon betray the falseness of a Man's intentions and that he never intends to be as good as his word But as for future obedience and subjection rule and command and a hundred of those gayeties as impossibility of â—ving without her or of ever being happy if she prove cruel and remorsless these things not only please but move compassion Neither let a Woer be niggardly of his Commendations Extoll the Lineaments of her Face commend the colour and softness of her Hair her round Fingers and her little Feet Nothing can be more gratefull then to commend in Women what they are so proud of and so carefull to preserve Nor will a few modest Protestations be amiss to confirm what you say especially if she seem incredulous for some there are that will hardly be induced to believe their Lover although he spoke never so true without them nor must a Woer omit to intermix now and then with a kiss or two by such surprizes as he shall find most convenient to his opportunities in the midst of his Amorous discourse Perhaps she will resist at first and give a Man a sharp reproof But that resistance is only to shew that she desires not to be overcome without resistance However let the Man be carefull of being rude or boysterous or of giving his Mistriss occasion of complaining that his Kisses are hard and unseasonably stol'n from her She that admits of kissing and will not take the rest deserves to loose what she has already receiv'd After free admission to a Ladies lips the Lady that refuses to satisfie her Servants lawfull desires shews more of Clownery than Modesty For though it may be calâ—'d a kind of Force to kiss without leave yet it is a sort of Violence not unpleasing to young Ladies The next part of Courtship of Officiousness and Double-diligence As for example if a young Woer see the least speck of dirt of lint upon his Mistrisses Garment let him be sure to brush it off if there be none yet let him brush off nothing to keep himself in employment If her Fan or her Glove fall by accident let him be in an instant ready to take them up Slight services many times create a deep affection The very reaching of a Chair or laying a Cushion seasonably and opportunely are many times civilities never forgotten And he that by such little pieces of serviâ—de as these has a prospect of enjoying his wishes were a fool to stand upon his punctilio's In making of Presents he is unwise who is lavish however a Man must take care that his Presents be proper In the Spring Posies and Flowers in the latter end of the year the choicest Fruits and let him be sure to say they were far-fetch'd and dear-bought and that they grew in such a Garden though he purchased them in the next Market There are also many other Toys of little value which insinuate acceptance and make way for the Presenter of which he shall never have any reason to repent the bestowing should he in the end loose his aim If at any time he hears of his Mistriss being indisposed let him be sure to give diligent attendance upon her be with her as early and as late as decency will permit and let him be sure to doe her all those services which she will accept at his hands such teâ—monies of affection lay an obligation and few young Ladies would be accounted guilty of ingratitude There have been some Lovers that would never leave their Mistresses when they have lain sick of the Small Pox but have still taken all occasions to attend aâ—â— divertise them and which is more then at the same time when their Mistresses Beauty seemed almost quite defaced have made the same Vows and Protestation of their deep affection as in the time of their moâ—flourishing health In sending of Letters whether it be to returâ— thanks express affection and give under your hanâ— the Testimonies of your Love or to make Complaint a Woer must be sure to be plain and easie Highâ— flown Expressions and Cramp-words are not for Lâ—dies but let them be such as he would give if he weâ—â— present himself smooth and flattering If she shoâ—â— chance to refuse to receive it and send it back agaâ—â— let him hope however that she will read one at lengâ— and never leave sending till he has vanquish'd tâ—â— piece of Female-obstinacy His perseverance will â— vercome Penelope his self for Troy was taken thougâ— it were long first The same method is to be obleved though she send him bad tidings at first and desire him hot to solicit her any more in that kind For she is afraid of being taken at her word and wishes that may come to pass which she forbids These are the General Rules to be observed in Courtship But now because no Courtship can be made without Words we shall set down some forms upon many occasions not that the same forms of words are to be always observed but to be varied as fancy moves which always guides a true Lover and makes him Eloquent Addresses and Replies proper in Courtship c. to Court a Young Gentlewoman The Address FAir Lady attracted as well by your Virtues as your Beauty I come to offer you my service at the shrine of your perfection desiring you to excuse my boldness as being compell'd by Love whose irresistible Power no mortal is able to withstand The Answer Sir for you Rhetorical Expression I should give â—on commendations but where Complements are strained so high the Tongue is seldom the true Interpreter of the Heart Therefore if you would have me to think any Reality in your Speech leave your Complements for Truth requires not Art to cover it The Address Madam I desire to be rightly understood Then â—e me leave to say it is your bright beauty that as enthrall'd my affection those fair eyes of yours have wounded my Heart which nothing but the Balsom of your Love can make whole again The Answer Oh! Sir you must pardon me if I think you flatter I cannot think my Beauty has such force to work such great effects within your heart The Reply Say not so dear Madam for if you felt the force of Love's Dart as I doe and as I wish you did you would say that nothing can affect a Soul like the pain which I endure for your sake Pity then my condition and consider with your self that your fair Eyes have too much brightness in them to serve for baits or allurements of a dissembling Lover The Answer Sir you must pardon me if I doubt of the sincerity of your affection till farther
as those of speaking to you I had render'd you as many Services as I have spoken words I dare not confirm them always with the same Testimonies and since I am so little capable of perswasion I fear I shall discover my ignorance and not my servitude Sir I am of opinion that the custom of perswasion is only us'd there where truth is wanting and therefore seeing you have always protested the Truth you ought now to make use of it else you will make your Oaths and my Credit as indifferent as your Word and Assurance would be Madam the Cunning of a discourse shall never do me such an ill office as to make me believe an untruth for I am ignorant of the custom and invention thereof which shall cause me not to seek out such an enterprize to the end that being warranted from the disturbance which I find between the Resolution and the Event I should not give you that for an assurance that the whole World seeing so noble a â—esign as mine will judge that I owe an Eternal perseâ—â—rance to it Sir be advis'd to confirm your mind to your words 〈◊〉 time will give us always opportunity to distinguish â—â—tween those that are feigned and those that are real Truly I must make this Promise in answer to your Promises that if I doe not find them true you will repent to have so vainly lost them For I shall always reserve to my self this power either to reject or accept of what you render me Madam why should your belief take any ill impression of your Servant I do call Love and your Beauty to witness that I shall always preserve my self the same Well Sir I shall content my self at present with your drift notwithstanding that I shall expect better assurances Madam be confident you shall draw as much fidelity from your Conquest as I expect honour and happiness from my subjection But I desire to know whether your Promises shall be as faithfully kept as your Oaths Much more Madam for I can give you but weaâ— words which my ignorance furnishes me withall where by you work effects worthy a glorious death Will you then dye for me too Sir Yes Madam for that which would be a death 〈◊〉 others would be a life to me provided it came from your hand Live then Sir and take heed your Repentance 〈◊〉 not kill you T is well then Madam I shall live your Servaâ— and live long through the worth of my Preserver The Demand of Assurance FAirest it is now time that I should require 〈◊〉 you some Assurances of your friendship becaâ— I cannot grant you that authority which you 〈◊〉 over my affections but by the services which I am willing to render to your power The proof whereof depends upon Opportunity and the Opportunity 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 Ruin to be as well a mark of my Glory as of your Puissance Do you think Sir that that which is ruin'd by the Eyes can be belov'd by the Heart Dear Lady why should not you 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 Sir it is you that run the hazard of being call'd inconstant For if Love proceed from Merit you will soon find some one more worthy of your affection than my self Madam I shall never seek the means to find any more signal worth then what you your self possess It is permitted to those who are less worthy to have such jealousies but not to you whose beauty has such a super-eminence above all other in the World. No Madam take counsel of your own worth and it will shew the fair Election I have made how impossible it is to be chang'd the design coming from the judgment of the Soul which being divine cannot err 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 do's every day present to unfaithfull 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 â—re agreed my Designs concur with his Commands Sir I believe that Love himself knew not how to force you to love Madam he was afraid least he should be made himself a slave He has no force able to resist your Puissnnce 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 more but that you should vanquish your self Sir I can do any thing else but vanquish having neither Will nor Thought that doth not render obedience to the 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 should redouble my Passion and cause me to persist more eagerly in the pursuit of your tempting Graces Yet it suffices that the pain and difficulty of the Request will remain the Glory of my Conquest Sir if your Difficulties are the things that can create your Glories why do you complain Madam I do not repine at the pain but at your unkindness that will not acknowledge it But if you have no such unkindness I conjure your fair Lips to produce some assurance of your friendship Well Sir then I promise in reference to your servitude to acknowledge it for the price of your Constancy and believe 〈◊〉 â—hat as my true Passion doth only oblige me so there is no adjuration shall have power over me Madam I wish I could transform my whole Wâ—â— into words to render you sufficient thanks for thâ— favourable promise But since I am not born capable of such a happiness I will only say this That 〈◊〉 to whom your favours are so liberally extended shâ—â—â— pass the rest of his days in your service An Address of perfect Courtship LAdy who are inspir'd with all the Praises that belong to your Sex I am come to offer you my services which you may at present only call Obedient hoping that your better knowledge of it will style it faithfull Sir I think Fame is more favourable to me then Truth since all that has been publish'd concerning me proves so false and therefore you have reason to present me your feigned service in obedience to my feigned merit Madam you wrong your Beauty which being so great can work no other designs in me but those of only honouring you Sir This confirms my former Opinion for seeing my self without beauty of which you cannot be ignorant I must necessarily be unprovided of all those services that ddpend thereon Madam I fear I should sin against the Truth should I put my self to the trouble to make you see them It