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A24140	The Academy of pleasure furnished with all kinds of complementall letters, discourses and dialogues : with variety of new songs, sonets and witty inventions : teaching all sorts of men, maids, widows, &c. to speak and write wittily and to bear themselves gracefully for the attaining of their desired ends : how to discourse and demean themselves at feasts and marry-meetings at home and abroad in the company of friends or strangers : how to retort, quibble, jest or joke and to return an ingenious answer upon any occision whatsoever : also a dictionary of all the hard English words expounded : with a poeticall dictionary : with other concests very pleaiant and delightfull, never before extant.		1656 (1656)	Wing A159; ESTC R18095	45,386	144

ease No man dies of that disease T is Mirth that fills the veins with blood More than wine or sleep or food SONG IV. The Convert Tune is For now the Butter-boxes begin for to v●pour c. 1. COme sweet Clarinde My joy and my life I have left the Whore Dul●inda And thou shalt be my Wife For now I finde the folly of quaffing and whoring That ends in confusion and horrible woe He have no more drinking nor drabbing no scoring That dries up the body and dams the soule too 2. I have been in Venice Amongst the brave La●●es In Madrid in Paris and Pad●● too Have had conversation With wise men and Asses With the taff●ry 〈◊〉 and Coventry blew Yet all 's done 't is madnesse And grief and despair That ends in confusion and horrible woe Their black gloomy prisons With outsides most faire That drie up the body and damn the soul too 3. Come then fair Temperance True Image of heaven Thee will 〈◊〉 worship Iminaculate Mayd By thy bright selfe Alone I le be shriven For cursed Accrasia Too long I 've obeyd I le now with Dioclesian Plant herbs and sweet flowers And think my self greater Than Spixe's mighty King And sing ore the Song Of the witty Ephesian Unto a Key equall With Flaccu● fine string 4. What is the Camp But a company of Co●n●ts What is the City But a Family of Fools What is the Court But a huge hive of Hornets Moles Mad-men and Mercenaries Monsters and Mules Thrice happy is the Hermit In woods that converses And lives on what Nature Affords without toyle And sings his Makers praise In Theological Verses Free from the Cl●ie The Camp or Court coile A Letter to a Mayd or Widow Lady IN your stern beauty I can plainly see T●ose wonders that in Ae●na b● If coales out of that Mountains top do● s●●e Consuming ●i mes gush from your eye If frost doe there lie on the ground below Your brest is white and cold as snow Those fie●y sparks that set my heart on fire Refuse to melt your own desire The frost that doth binds up your chilly brest With double fire ●as 〈◊〉 opprest Just so the hearth his proper staine withstand When ice it self heats others hands A Lover that would be finding his Mistresie alone thus courts her He. Save you sweet Mistresse How comes it to passe that you are alone She Because Sir I desire no other company but my own He. Would I were your own then that I might keep you company She O Sir you and he that is my own are farre asunder He. But if you please you may be nearer She That cannot be mine own is nearer than my self and yet alas I cannot call my self my own thoughts fears and despairs are onely mine and those doe keep me company He. I must confesse your Father is too cruell to keep you thus in a manner sequestred from the world to spend your prime of youth in obscurity seeking to wed you to a very Foole that knowes not how to use himself but could my deserts be answerable to my desires I swear by all things powerfull that my heart could wish no higher happinesse than to be graced with your love I cannot play the dissembler as some doe nor hang my love at my tongues ●nd She Sir I shall consider of your suit He. Doe and make me eternally happy A Marriage Song 1. REmember Bridegroom as thy Bride is faire How many Nights of care Waited thy honest lust Thy timerous distrust Thy conflict in the question now recall Her easie threats thy ●a●ier tears and all That amorous ●tory Which made thee glad and sorry How the slie Mayd At sundry times betrayd And oft denyde her Mistresse now at last When thou hast liberty thy joyes to tast Thou canst not put off wishing but must woe For kisses while thou kill'st tie her shoe As glad to see it s●ack and feare to lose Makes thee imbrace her with a stronger close 2. On to the Church let Hymen passe before Sing mi●●hfull Pae●ns Io ore ore The Spring to save me Poetry Has spread with curious industry The way with Violets where she must tread Fetcht from Flora's fragrant bed Else would a birth stand up commanded by One touch of he●● though Nature knew not why Perfumes upon her lips the Graces scatter Her lips which nor her Mayd nor Glasse can ●●●tter Now bathe thy soule in blisses And mel● thy selfe in kisses ●he will return thee love for love I le warrant And bring thee e●ery year an Heir apparant Ralph courts Ma●dlin Ralph Faith I h● been in a fair taking for you a bots on you for tother day after I had seen you my ●elly began to rumble what 's the matter thought I with that I bethought my self and the swe●t comportnance of that same sw●et round face of thine out went I and I 'le be sworn was never so taken for I was faine to cut all my points and dost heare Maudlin if thou dost not grant me thy good will in the way of marriage first and formost I 'le run out of my cloathes and then out of my wits for thee Maudlin Nay Ralph I would be loath you should doe so for me Ralph Will you look merrily on me and love then Maudlin Faith I care not greatly if I doe Ralph C●re not greatly if I doe what an Answers that If th●●● wilt say I Maudlin take thee Ralph to my sp●●ce Husband Maudlin Why so I will but we must be cryde at the Market-C●o●se and have more company for Witnesses first Ralph Nay we will not want for company Maudlin Why then here 's my hand Ralph And here 's a b●sse I long to be in bed with thee my sweet ●orsell of Mayds fl●sh A Letter from a Batchelour or Widower to the Mayd or Widow that he is sure to My Dear dear SInce the heavens have so much favoured me that your consent walks hand in hand with the serious proposals of my lawfull love I cannot but expresse those joyes that crowd about my heart and tell you that as I was never happy till now so I shall never finde any felicity but in your blessed company who are more to me than the Mines of M●xico or Pe●u your face affording the fulnesse of beauty your body the summum of all bl●sse and your bosome the basis of all perfection and rest confident that the Sun shall sooner shine without affording either ●●at or light the Sea cease ebbing and flewing and the Earth be void of Inhabitants ●r● my firm fixed affection fall from that bright Zenyth where my cordiall zeale has placed it I am providing as fast as may be for the Sol●●nization of our Hymeneall Rites my true love gives wings unto my haste for I long to fold thee in my armes and to lose my lusty youth in thy imbraces who art my light and life and to whom I shall ever prove my self Sincerely ●ff●ctionate Her Answer Sweet Friend

THE ACADEMY OF PLEASURE Furnished with all kinds of Complementall Letters Discourses and Dialogues with variety of new Songs Sonets and witty Inventions Teaching all sorts of Men Maids Widows c. to Speak and Write wittily and to bear themselves gracefully for the attaining of their desired ends how to discourse and demean themselves at Feasts and merry-Meetings at home and abroad in the company of friends or strangers How to Retort Quibble Jest or Joke and to return an ingenious Answer upon any occasion whatsoever Also A Dictionary of all the hard English words expounded With a Poeticall Dictionary With other Conceits very pleasant and delightfull never before extant LONDON Printed for John Stafford at Fleet-bridge and VVill Gilbertson in Giltspur-street 1656. The Academy of Pleasure The first Book A Letter of Courtship to 〈◊〉 Mayd Beauteous Virgin THose that believe Cupid to be blinde are undoubtedly blinde of all their senses he could never ayme his Darts so right nor his so sure if he were not clear-sighted as an Eagle The last time I saw you he took his stand in your faire eyes and thence directed an Arrow to my heare which is now because but one flaming lamp of Love a Love bright Virgin as unstained as thy vertues and as immaculate as the soule of expiring Martyrs what plea then could you finde should you be summoned to Venu Barre if your cruelty bereave him of life who has no longer to live than your goodnesse shall grant him a Beeing since then your smiles are my heaven and your frowns my hell and that you are my Fats * and can damn or save me let me know my Doom that I may prepare my self either Blisse or Torture better to fall once than be ever falling send me my Sentence dear Mistresse as sperdily as may be since the worst that can happen will be the highest happinesse Which is to die Your Martyr SONG I. The languishing Lover Tune is When Love with unconfined wings 1. WHen first my eyes perus'd thy parts Thou best of woman-kinde Love drew his bow and thril'd his darts Into my wounded minde The cruell Archer emptied all His Quiver in my brest And now does triumph in my fall While I lie slain jest 2. I burne in immateriall fire Such as the Ghosts below Doe bathe in yet doe ne'r expire Come Thames or silver Poe And quench these never-sading gleams That scorch my panting heart Or else receive me to your streams That Life and Love may part A complemental Discourse between a young Man and a Maide the first time of their meeting He. SWeet Lady I was never happy till this minute nor ever had cause to thinke my selfe one of Fortunes Favourites till now when I have the felicity to behold a beauty so matchlesse as yours If the word Stranger doe not fortifie your brest with flint I shall have hope that the humble prostration of a loyall loving heart will not hang clouds on that heavenly face She I Perceive Sir you are well skill'd in Courtship and know how to rank and file your complements but I wonder what you should see in me that might incourage you to so hold a confidence to talke of Love and Loyalty You have not known me Sir He. No Lady I have lived bitherto in a darke corner of the world my Hemisphere has enjoyed no Sun some duskish false and foolish fires I have seen but now I behold the true Venus in her full brightnesse you may perhaps censure of Vanity and rank me with these that take a pride to manifest what Masters of Wit they are while they glut the ears of their Auditors with oylie Phrases and varnished Discourses but could you behold my heart you would there finde a reality equal to any of the Ages past when Love was not linked to sinister ends She SIR you might be pleased to preserve your Courtship for Her you either are or may be mo●e intimate with than you are ever like to be with me You much mistake my temper Sir I must have ample experience of that man virtue whom I afford so much as a look there are those no doubt that will be proud to receive your Rhetorical Addresses but my selfe am of a clean contrary inclination who if I cannot beg your silence as to discourses of this nature shall be compelled to quit your company SONG II. The Wanton Tune is Fair ●idelia tempt no more 1. STay my dear Eliza stay Aurora yet has not usher'd in the day Lie still my dearest What is 't thou fearest Let 's kisse and take our fill of Venus play Hark what 〈◊〉 doe greet our ears While the Doves Sigh our Loves T is the musick of the spheres Then let 's mingle soules And mount above the Poles Those active swee●s Between the shee●s Loves highest fame inroles 2. This great world must peopled be And therefore Mayd● doe sin most monstrously Hang tedious wo●ng He must be doing That means to boast a numerous Progeny Come then Dearest let 's advance Never fear This career Will either break or split my lance Sweet this is no more Than thy mother did before Love's sacred Rices Require these nights Forty times ore and ore 3. While we thus in love combine I the stout Oalre and thou the tender Vine See where the graces Smile in our faces And hand in hand in 〈◊〉 ●●rr●●●o joyn Jove I doe not envy thee While I sip From her lip Nect●● farre more brisk and free Than that which hum's thy head Fill'd out by Ga●y●ed In her all pleasures And all treasures Are summ'd and centered A queint Jeer SIR THose cleathes fit you as well as if they were made for you sure you can conjure and have the Devil for your Tayler you could never have such a peculiar elegancy of habit else a method that no man in Town is master of your spruce finified self excepted you doe not use to starch your beard Sir doe you The Retort Troth Sir THese poor ornaments found creation as the world did when it lay like a lump I spake but the word and all was fitted to my hand but to tell you the Fashioners name I confesse I cannot onely by circumstances I mean comparing his person with yours I guesse him to be that very thing that got you you are his very picture I le assure you Sir and may passe for the same slack-sinew'd Tayler were your hayre more gray and cloathes more gawdie A wanton Letter to a witty Gentlewoman desiring her company such a day at such a place LADY I Know I have made my selfe but the Ladder that your wit must mount upon by this Addresse but I shall beseech you for credit of your own clemency to whip me onely with Rods and not with Scorpions I have had experience of the tartnesse of your temper and doe perfectly know that six more such as your self are able to jeer a horse to death but I shall hope my businesse will not deserve

Mother Ye● boasts two Sisters and a younger Brother He. Dear Mistresse WHy will you loss so much time those Lillies and Roses that Nature has planted in your blooming Cheek will one day fade and wither your odour and your pretious Colour must yeild to time She THe losse will not be much mourn'd for Sir since it will very hardly be discerned He. Sweetest you remove your understanding a great distance from my words and make that of no use which tends to perswade you to a present injoyment of this pleasant treasure while it lasts why are you still inclosed like an Anchoresse and why doth your nicety barre your chamber door when if the Priest were but payd for a few ceremonious words I might be licensed to your bed and your bosome too She Our marriage Sir may promise all you can imagine but till then you must give me leave not to admit of such opportunities as may give breath to ill reports He. Nay be not angry my Dearest nor censure any thing I have spoken with an unkinde belief heare but my vowes She Not now Sir you have a greater power to raise my sorrow than my choller He. Yet please to remember that I have your heart by a sacred plight our wedding day is not now farre off She I shall never finde the way to break my faith but till that hour you talke of is come I shall desire that our converse may be more remote you know how liable Lovers are to the lash of lewd tongues A Complement One taking acquaintance of another as his friends friend 1 Gent. I am bold to salute you Sir you know not Mr. S. 2 Gent. Yes indeed Sir most entirely well he is a Gentleman I am much obliged to for many favours He is second to my bosome 1 Gent. I shall keep Christmasse with him where your Health shall undoubtedly be remembred I would sue for your name Sir 2 Gent. Your suit shall and in one Term Sir my name is B. 1 Gent. Kinde Mr. B. your deare acquaintance I must needs present you with a glasse of sack 2 Gent. Sir Your servant I shall retalliate your love SONG VIII The contemplative Lover Tune is She lay all naked in her bed 1. UPon her couch Marina lay A thousand Cupids by her Like new-falne snow melting away While I stood wondring nigh her The baulmy incense of her breath Unto the rooffe ascended Able to drive away grim Death With all his Train attended 2. Her flesh more pure more white more soft Than skins of Etmins are Before by surly Hunters caught In a delusive snare Chacte as the rare Arabian Bird That wants a Sex to wooe O grief for which I want a word She ne're yet learn'd to doe 3. O that that ice at length would melt That friezes up her veines That as she 's seen she might be felt And knew-Lovers pains Poor pottage Flowers shut up their leaves When Sol drives to the West But Roses the Night-Dew receive As that which pleases best 4. O open those celestiall eyes That doe enlighten mine Yet stay their splendour will surprize And scorith me with their shine Her fragrant breath doth claim that power By odoriferous art It will transform me to a Flower Fashioned like a Heart A Friend comforts a Widow who weeps for the death of her Husband Friend Save you sweet Widow I suffer for your heavinesse Widow O Sir I have lost the dearest Husband that ever woman did injoy Friend Yet let me tell you Widow if all tongues speak truth he did not use you so well as a man ought Widow Nay that 's true indeed he never used me so well as a woman might have been used that 's certain Introth it has been our greatest falling out and though it be the part of a Widow to shew her selfe a woman for her Husbands death yet when I remember all his unkindnesse I cannot weep a stroak and therefore wisely did a great Widow in this Land comfort up another Go too quoth she leave blubbering thou thinkest upon thy Husbands good parts when thou sheedest teares doe but remember how often he has layn from thee and how many haughty sl●ppery turns he has done thee and thou wilt never weep for him I warrant th●e You would not thinke how this counsell ●as wrought upon me so that I cannot spend one tear now if you would give me never so much Friend Why I count you the wiser Widow it shewes you have discretion when you can check your passion Farewell sweet Widow may your threshold gr●an with the weight of approaching Lovers like Hops or Harlots Widow How doe you mean why doe you couple them Friend O very aptly for as the Hop well boyled will make a man not stand upon his legs so the Harlot in time will leave a man no legs to stand upon Widow You are a merry Gentleman will you please to walke in and take what a Widows solitary Mansion shall exhibit Friend Not now Widow I must into London with all speed another time I will come and dwell with you for two houres so farewell blyth● Widow Widow Adiew sweet Sir A Letter from a smug Youth to a lively Lasse Sweet Thomazin IF your favour doe not pay my Ransome I vow I must continue a Captive till death though one comfort will be in case you deny your ayde my life will be of no lasting d●te your lookes have wounded me and will kill me if Quarter be not given but you are no Amazonian Lady to put ●n steely armes and manage the sword and shield though your head be hi●den in a cambrick helmet and therefore I shall hope that the softnesse of your ●oule will not suffer you to become my Murtheresse you are my Venus make me your Anchy●es my souls life and light I protest by all things sacred that my love to you is of such ardency that men that are newly listed in some black conspiracy that are in despair or which is worst of all in want doe injoy more quiet sleeps than I doe Your Idea is alwaies before me to multiply your praises I know would rather win your anger than your applause though I would say with immaculate truth for warrant that you are fairer then Hebe wiser than Pallas and more continent than Penelope it is my unhappinesse to know that a creature o● such exquisite perfection live and yet not to know whether my loyall service may finde acceptation you are the true Venus Lady make me your Priest the office will become me However deare Cherubine let me not faile of an Answer by this Bearer since I can live no longer then you shall allow me to call my self Your voted Votary Her Answer Sir THe little experience I have hither to had of you commands me to esteem you no lesse than a friend to vertue but you doe ill to talke so passionately and thinke so coolely you men can play the Proteu●●●at pleasure and with the Chameli●n thange