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Wit restor'd in several select poems not formerly publish't.
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Mennes, John, Sir, 1599-1671.
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yet too kind But let her equall thoughts so raise her Loose thoughts may fâ—…are and the chast praise her Then Painter next observe this rule A principle in Apelles Schoole Leave not too much space between Her tongue and heart 't is seldome seen That such tell truth but let there be Between them both a sympathy For she whose tongue and heart keep even In every syllable courts heaven If otherwise this maxim know False above 's not true below Thus mind and body let her be all over A golden text bound in a golden cover Canst thou doe this Painter But Sir ' Is 't your intent I should draw her in both parts excellent Poet. It is Paint Then in plain words not in dark sense to lurk Find you the woman and ' I le fall to work To B. R. for her Bracelets T Is not Deare Love that Amber twist Which circles round thy captive wrist Can have the power to make me more Your pris'ner then I was before Though I that bracelet dearer hold Than Misers would a chaine of gold Yet this but tyes my outward part Heart-strings alone can tye my heart 'T is not that soft and silken 〈◊〉 Your hands did unto mine bequeath Can bind with halfe so powerfull charmes As the Embraces of your armes Although not iron bands my faire Can bind more fiercely than your â—…aire Yet that will chaine me most will be Your heart in True Love's-knot to me T is not those beams your haires nor all Your glorious out-side doth me thrall Although your lookes have force enough To make the stateliest Tyrants bow Nor any angell could deny Your person his idolatry Yet I do not so much adore The temple but the goddesse more If then my soul you would confine To prison tye your heart to mine Your noble vertues constant love The only powerfull chaines will prove To bind me ever such as those The hands of death shall ne're unloose Untill I such a prisoner be No liberty can make me free On Tom Holland and Nell Cotton A Light young man lay with a lighter woman And did request their things might bee in common And gave her when her good will he had gotten A yard of Holland for an ell of Cotton A We lchman JEnkin a welchman having suites in law Journying to London chance to steal a Cow For which pox on her luck as ere man saw VVas burnt with in the fist her know not how Being ask'd how well the case did with him stand Wee's have her now quoth Ienkin in her hand A Woman that scratcht her Husband A VVoman lately fiercely did assail Her husband with sharp speech but sharper nail On that stood by and saw her to her sed Why do you use him so he is your head He is my head quoth she indeed t is true I do but scratch my head and so may you A Mistris HEr for a Mistris would I faine enjoy That hangs the lipp and pouts for every toy Speakes like a wag is bold dares boldly stand And bid love welcome with a wanton hand Laughs lowd and for one blow will give you three And when shee 's stabbd will fall a kissing me If shee be modest wise and chast of life Hang her shee 's good for nothing but a wife One fighting with his wife MEg and her husband Tom not long agoe VVere at it close exchanging blow for blow Both being eager both of a stout heart Endured many a bang ere they would part Peter lookt on would not stint the strife He 's curst quoth he that parteth man and wife Ambition THe whistling windes me-thinkes do witnesse this No greif so great as to have liv'd in blisse Then only this poore plain song will I sing I was not borne nor shall I dye a King To leape at honour is a daungerous case See but the gudgeons they will bite a pace Untill the fatall hook be swallowed downe Wherewith ambition angles for a crowne Then be content and let the baite passe by He hath enough that lives contentedly But if thou must advancement have then see This is the way thou must advanced be True temporizing is the meanes to climbe There is no musick without keeping time Upon a Gardiner COuld he forget his death that every houre Was emblem'd to it by the fading flowre Should he not mind his end yes needshe must That still was conversant'mongst bedds of dust Then let no on yon in an handchercher Tempt your sad eyes unto a needlesse feare If he that thinkes on death well lives dyes The gardner sure is gon to paradise On his first Love MY first love whom all beautyes did adoâ—… Fireing my heart supprest it with her scorn And since like tynder in my heart it lyes By every sparkle made a sacrifice Each wanton eye now kindleth my desire And that is free to all which was entire For now my wandring thoughts are not confin'd Unto one woman but to woman-kind This for her shape I love that for her face This for her gesture or som other grace And somtimes when I none of these can find I chuse her by the kernell not the rinde And so do hope though my cheife hope is gone To find in many what I lost in one And like to merchants which have some great losse Trade by retayle which cannot do in grosse She is in fault which caus'd me first to stray Needs must he wander who hath lost his way Guiltlesse I am she did the change provoke Which made that charcole which at first was okâ—… For as a looking glasse to the aspect Whilst it was whole doth but one face reflect But cracâ—… or broak in peeces there is shownâ—… Many lesse faces where was first but one So-love unto my heart did first preferre Her image and there planted none but her But when t was crackt martyrd by her scorne Many lesse faces in her seat were borne Thus like to tinder I am prone to catch Each falling sparkle fit for any match To his Mistris I Will not doe sacrifice To thy face or to thy eyes Nor unto thy lilly palme Nor thy breath that wounding balme But the part To which my heart In vowes is sealed Is that mine Of blisse divine Which is concealed What 's the golden fruit to me So I may not shake the tree What 's that golden architecture If I may not touch the nectar Bare enjoying all the rest Is but like a golden feast Which at need Can never feed Our love sick-wishes Let me eate Substantiall meat Not view the dishes To his letter FLy paper kisse those hands Whence I am bard of late She quickly will unloose thy bands O wish me thine estate Appeare unto her eyes Though they do burne to fumes For happy is the sacrifice Which heaven-fire consumes Yet ev'n with this depart With a soft dying breath Whisper the truths into her heart And take them on thy death Tell her thou canst not now New oathes or