THE ACADEMY OF Compliments.  
Wherein Ladies Gentlewomen, Scholars, and Strangers may accommodate their Courtly Practice with most Curious Ceremonies, Complemental, Amorous, High expressions, and forms of speaking, or writing.  
A Work perused and most exactly perfected by the Author with Additions of witty Amorous Poems.  
And a TABLE expounding the hard ENGLISH words.  
LONDON, Printed by T. Badger, for H. Mosley, and are to be sold at his Shop at the Prince's Arms, in S. Paul's Churchyard. 1640.   

To the Ladies and GENTLEWOMEN of ENGLAND.  
I●… Custom did not enforce a Compliment of Dedication; yet this Book would desire to insinuat into the affection of Ladies and Gentlewomen; since it can arrive at no greater perfection of happiness than your favour, which it most earnestly desires. Let other works covet their Patrons and Maecenasses, to derive from them a golden sprinkling of their bounty; whilst this shall express an ingenuity beyond such vulgarintents, and in a brave and free manner sacrifice itself to your acceptance and service; desiring only that you would grace it with the influence of your propitious smiles, which carry in them a secret power, not only to cherish and advance the object whereon they reflect, but also to endear it into others opinions, and make it precious in their estimations. In requital of this your favour, it shall be always ready to furnish you with the best expressions of choice complemental language, for though by nature and custom, you can deliver your minds in a smooth and graceful manner; yet from hence, without study, or praemeditation, you may command necessary Ceremonies. Besides, your Ladyshippe's Chambermaids and waiting-Gentlewomen are to be pitied; who having by their good carriage compassed Suitors, are often constrained to blush, in ignorance, for want of Compliments, wherewith to answer them. Let therefore this one instance, instead of more which might be inserted, persuade your intelligible, generous dispositions to receive this Book once more as your devoted servant, and to honour it with your favour; which I shall esteem as an exaltation to the supremest sublunary felicity, and the highest terrestrial happiness.   

THE AUTHOR'S PREFACE TO the READER.  
THere is no question but eloquence is a principal part in a well qualified man, for to see a subtle and a quick wit foiled in this which is the only quality that is eminent and adorns a man as useful in all occasions, it were to be in extremes, another Prometheus, who made a statue fair in appearance, but without motion; which could not be animated without Celestial fire: it is eloquence which adorns our discourse, gives a grace and life to our actions, opens us the gates and doors to the best company, and puts us in such esteem as well borne spirits aught to arrive to; without this we resemble walking rocks, all our actions being dull and heavy, our words without effect, our conceits without fruits, and our lives disgusted with those, with whom we ordinarily associate ourselves: to this purpose in this little volume feast thy fancy with variety of most eloquent expressions and forms of delivering thy mind to all, from the King to persons of the most inferior rank or quality, for in this second edition, Let me tell thee that thou hast a Cabinet wherein the richest jewels of our Language are locked up, first thou hast choice and select compliments set thee down in a form which upon an occasion offered thou mayest imitate or with a little alteration make use of, thou hast in the next place variety of subjects with expressions to the height of eloquence penned to quicken thy mind upon the like objects presented to thy view or fancy, thou hast witty disputes, amorous discourses, with an addition of most excellent Love Poems, complemental and most sweetly harmonious fitted to the tastes of Cupid's guests, Thou hast exquisite Letters, such as contain the Quintessence of that sweetness our English tongue affords us at this day as it is now refined, than thou hast dedications, superscription fitted to thy own desires for thy use upon any sudden occasion, Lastly thou hast a table of the hard English words with their expositions, in sum both eloquence and love with their secrets and mysteries are made naked and manifestly revealed to the weakest judgement; all these benefits are heaped upon thee by one who is zealous for the honour of our Language, by one who bewails those weak essays that have been made by others to this purpose, and with grief viewed the former hasty and surreptitious edition of this book, which now is purged and perfited to the booksellers own content: read it therefore with discretion and deliberative consideration, and endeavour to attain to the quality of such worth that thou mayst learn from it to cure thy dumbenes, to discourse confidently with thy friends, and assuredly to tender thy wit and service to those thou shalt have occasion to acknowledge, especially in the Court, where neatness and curiosities of all sorts, and principally of speech is to a syllable exactly studied: I will resolve thee good Reader but a doubt or two and detain thee not longer from thy pleasure; first thou seest not the name of the Author, if thou knewest the gravity of his person thou mightst well have him excused, next for thy country objection that downright dealing is best, I answer thou mayest sometimes be too plain in the way of thy preferment; if thou namest the word dissimulation, thou errest, the whole heaven: this work relishes in respect of the subject more of courtesy, unless thou abuse it by craft: accept it than as every way beneficial to thee, and take my wish with thee, that thou mayst enjoy as much pleasure in the perusing of it, as I had to pen it. Adieu.  
YOURS Philomusus.   


THE ACADEMY of Compliments. OR, PEARLS OF ELOQVENCE.  
SIr, Your conceptions are so strong, that they transcend my ordinary imaginations.  
Sir, You honour me, as if you did erect me a thousand Statues.  
Sir, You are above Fortune, which must stoop to your honours.  
Sir, Your deserts draw admiration from your very enemies.  
Sir, I shall ever as really as at this hour, remain your creature.  
You honour me so fare, that I imagine myself to be some other thing, than I have been.  
I do repute myself happy, to be valued by a person, who is able to give a true estimate of me.  
Sir, Your judgement doth amaze vulgar wits, since in you alone all those perfections are found, can be sought for on earth.  
Lady, Your form doth so ravish beholders, that you seem a heavenly creature in a mortal carcase.  
Blemish not your mind with such detestable qualities lest the stains of voluptuousness do besmear the excellencies of your proportion.  
Sir, If you proceed to be so profuse of your treasures, mines of gold will not maintain your prodigal expenses.  
Good Sir give me leave to fear lest some sinister storms of fortune stiff the early bloomings of my felicities.  
Sir, The toyish conceits of your youth ●re unfit for the testy cogitations of my age.  
Sir, There is a confused Chaos of contrary conceits that wherles in my brains, and I ●m lost in such an endless Labyrinth that ●either choice nor chance can draw me ●ut of.  
Give me leave Sir, to gain that from your experience, that otherwise all the treasures of the earth cannot purchase.  
Sir, Should you continued to be thus excessive in your actions, the whole world would take notice of you, as the mirror of an immoderate life.  
Be not so inconstant in your affections, ●east in the conclusion you prove like the Marigold, to open at the sunshine of prosperity, and to shut at the lest appearance of the clouds of adversity.  
Leave me Sir, whilst I learn to despise such Gnathoes and to shake of such flattering curs with the flag of my defiance.  
Theseus' fair one did never more triumph at his deliverance from the perilous Labyrinth than I from the pernicious bondage of such cruel beauty.  
Fortune and fate place thee in the Palaces of their earthly felicities.  
So rarely accomplished that it was hard to know whether virtue or beauty held supremacy in so rare a structure.  
Sir, being incensed by your singular commendations, I am persuaded to her only to commit the chiefest treasures of my life and fortunes.  
Pardon my rudeness fair creature, since neither love nor fortune delighteth nor careth for them that are dastards.  
Madam, You are the Saint to whose shrine I daily offer up my scalding sighs.  
For your Beauty mistress I may name you Venus, for your comeliness Pallas, for your port and honour Juno.  
If I want an Apology fair creature, Let love and necessity pled for me since they are tied within no bounds.  
Madam you are an object beautified with the richest gifts of nature, polished with more than terrene perfections.  
'tis you alone fair one that have made a breach into the Bulwark of my breast, where like a gorgeous goddess you command all my powers.  
Fear not Sir, Love and fortune favours those that are bold.  
Sir, To grant you this one position is to admit of innumerable absurdities.  
Madam, It is the perfection of your exquisite person, Majestic features, and rare beauty that kindles my desires.  
Mistress, Deceive me not, lest while I ●hinke to embrace you for Juno, I catch a cloud.  
Madam, Take heed of using Cupid so ●rabidly, for though he forgive and forget, Venus is a woman and will seek revenge.  
Sir, It is impossible that her heavenly beauty should be eclipsed with cruelty.  
Madam, Though I have fought never so valiantly under the flag of affections, yet except you crown my endeavours with a voluntary yielding I can never prevail.  
Mistress, If you take me for frantic blame love, which as it comes from you as the cause so it consumes without reason.  
Who can degenerate, fairest of women, or dare to entertain base thoughts, when he views so glorious an object?  
Sir, I am desirous to be suspicious of those felicities, I fear, I shall not long enjoy.  
I am out of love with myself, that I may admire your virtues.  
The charms of Magicians are frivolous to me, in respect of the power of your presence.  
I cannot look upon your face, but I am persuaded to resign myself up to you, as a wreath of victory.  
That which blacks the Moors, and burns Libya, hath not so powerful a lustre, as the beams of your beauty.  
Half the Court is engaged to your expressions, and those whom you besiege with your language, must needs acknowledge you for victorious.  
Mistress, Your breath is as sweet, as if you fed only on Pinks and perfumes.  
Sir, I cannot degenerate so fare from mine own happiness, as to forget you, to whose desires alone the events of all things are suitable.  
Let me beg of you to take notice of those advantages are bestowed upon you, above the rest of men.  
Sir, If in your imagination, I am worthy to be esteemed of, it must be by your wisdom only, which can set a value upon my defects.  
Sir, Your favour is the foundation of all my fortunes.  
Sir, It is your presence only can dissipate the clouds of my blackest melancholy.  
Sir, In the midst of all my felicities, I shall have need of you to make me happy; for without you, I shall ever esteem myself absolutely miserable.  
Sir, I will rather put my reputation to the adventure, than refuse to act any thing you shall command me.  
Sir, I have ever reflected on you, as on an extraordinary person, and have ever passionately remained yours.  
Sir, I am so taken with you, that I am even sick at the relation of your indisposition.  
Sir, I shall not be backward in the expression of your merits, since they do so exact an acknowledgement of all.  
Sir, You shall never be able to accuse this Tenent as erroneous, since I have never falsified myself to you, but have ever thought myself perfectly happy, to be reputed yours.  
Be careful fair one, lest being lead captive by security your mind float in the surging Seas of idle conceits, whilst the puff of voluptuous pleasures and the stifling storms of unbridled fancy with raging blasts make a shipwreck of your beauty.  
Sir, I will endeavour hereafter to encounter your grace's courtesies with an unwearied constancy in the ways of virtue.  
Sir, I shall endeavour to countervail such pains with a princely Liberality.  
Sir, The trumpet of your royal fame hath moved us who are but subjects of your generous liberality with all humility to entertain such noble and heroic favours cast upon us poor creatures most unworthy of such benefits.  
Madam, There is no object can allure my wavering eyes as your Venus-like beauty.  
Madam, The force of your beauty hath overpowered the weakness of my fancy since the exquisite perfections of your virtues are charactered in my breast.  
Madam, Were you as wise as Minerva or as gorgeous as juno, yet the accounts of your beauty being cast up, the gains of his affection might be put in the eyes of your Lover.  
Coy one what happiness ensued the chastity of Penelope, nay rather what miseries pursued not the virtues of a Lucretia? how wretched are they than that deal with Venus or Diana, since love is a fatal care, hate a final calamity?  
Blame me not fair one, though my fixed fancies once abused turn to a fury.  
By those smiles of your beauty your creature that before was plunged in a perplexity, is now placed in the height of earthly felicities.  
Mistress, Pardon my rudeness for troubling thus rashly your musing meditations.  
Certainly Madam, if the gods as Poets say, made beauty, they skipped beyond their skill, since they framed it of greater force than they themselves were able to resist.  
Fair one, let the showers of your mercy mitigate the fires of my fancy.  
Cruel one, if love be only remedied by love, if fancy by mutual affection, give me leave at lest to appeal to your grace and favour, and at the bar of your beauty suffer your servant to lift up his hands in an expectation of mercy, though his life by your rigour be sentenced to death.  
Fairest it is impossibility to persuade me to break that league I made with my fancies.  
Sir, I am a mortal foe to affection, and now to vow my service to Venus is impossible, since I have already addicted myself to Diana.  
Sir, Whosoever readeth the records of the faithless protestations of men, their perjured promises and feigned loves, cannot but view a poor Ariadne abused, a Medea mocked, and a Dido deceived.  
Fair one, your beauty and virtue either by fate or fortune is too deeply shrined in my heart.  
Be pleased at last fair beauty, to accept me for your slave and servant, and to admit me into your favour, as that I may freely enjoy the sight of your sweet face, and feed my fancy in the contemplation of your perfections.  
Fairest, if my deep desires merit no better deserts, than have I no other choice but to dye desperately or to live miserably.  
Madam, There is a civil assault within me, by which I feel a certain restraint of my own liberty and affections.  
It is impossible fairest of women, for any one to view your features, and not to be setterd with the power of your virtuous qualities.  
Mistress, I feel such an alienation of my senses, such a metamorphosis of my mind; that it is impossible for me to become any other than a servile slave to fancy.  
How can I fear to enter a Parley with Cupid's fairest creature, since there is such hopes left of victory by the happy presage of your auspicious smiles at the beginning of our love's conflict?  
Sir, If I may continued to share in your favours, there shall not any under the Canopy of Heaven be more proud of their good fortunes than myself, who really am your most affectionate servant.  
Sir, It is for the good of the world that you enjoy your vigorous health, since you are ordained for the service of Kings, and the conduct of people.  
Sir, I will reserve to speak of virtue, till your great works come to light.  
Sir, That which others call virtue, is the natural habitude of your worthy person.  
Suppose not I use the Court language, when I assure you I am more than any man living, Sir, Your most humble servant,  
Sir, When I forget to confess myself yours, you may justly suppose I suffer a perpetual silence, since whilst I have a tongue, I protest myself to be your affectionate servant.  
Sir, I will make use of all occasions, to testify how passionately I am yours.  
Sir, There is no other thing remaining for me, save the only glory of humility and obedience.  
I should show myself insensible of rarities were I not amazed, with the curiosity of your beauty.  
Sir, Your heroical qualities shine forth in you, as bright as day.  
Madam, They that do undervalue the comeliness of your person, dare rob Nature, and bereave Lilies of their beauty, or the Crystal of his clearness.  
Sir, The virtues of our forefathers are to be esteemed as vices in comparison of yours.  
Extremities are in other things reprovable, in this laudable, since they force me to confess myself yours.  
Sir, You are never so excellent a Poet, as when you speak of me, since you have Art to invent new Fables.  
Sir, Those fine words, and acquaint discourses, with which your Ladies are delighted, issue from their mouths, as a pure and innocent breath perfumed with kisses.  
Sir, You go through all employments with as good fortune as noble resolutions; neither can there be any thing above your spirit, since all things stoop to do you honour.  
Who can distil sleep into the eyes of lovers, whose cares break forth with the morning light?  
Love, Art thou but a vain name and no essential thing, that hast thus left thy professed servant when he hath most need of thy reviving presence?  
Reason, What art thou which canst foresee, but not prevent torment, but not secure; stupefy much rather than rectify my mind and soul?  
What is music to me, but a doleful voice accompanied with the various discord of my sighs?  
O Love, Wilt thou now at last offer me physicke which art my only poison, or wilt thou do me service, which long since hast brought me into eternal slavery?  
How long shall my languishing sickness wait upon the triumphs of my passions?  
At last o fair one, cast the eyes of thy resplendent presence on thy abject creature, that by the brightness of those rays his baseness may be turned into a most high, and through thy affections, a most happy preferment, for being thus disconsolate by the frowns of thy rigour; how soon mayst thou raze down that temple which at first was built by the refulgent smiles of thy beauty?  
From whence can these necessities proceed, that love hath laid upon me; most incomparable? Lady, are they by your commandment,, or is it by a power from your excellency, that Cupid hath such a command over mortals; of a certain it is from you, whose fair aspect accompanied with so imperious a majesty, vanquisheth me by him so far to resign the happiness of my former liberty, as that I must now confess myself to be your slave, if you think me unworthy of the name of your prisoner.  
Cruel one, how long can I make an ostentation of my felicity, when the conclusion even the last scene of my Tragedy with horror presents itself to thine eyes? can death and dissimulation meet at that instant, when I leave the world, and my dying protestations with thee, that for thee alone I forsook this earth; to be more kindly used there where I shall certainly be eased of these sorrows? if there be a Leander, a Pyramus, or a society of abused Lovers.  
If thou art fair, is it to present thee cruel? If thou canst command affections, wilt thou therefore Captivated them? to be beautiful, and yet terrible, are things incompetible, things that imply contradiction, yet even against the Laws of nature, thou destroyest nature, and where thou mayest raise thee structures to thy perpetual honours, thou ruin'st them.  
Most certain it is fair creature, thy love may make me to sacrifice my life at thy feet, and I may punish that body, which could so unjustly wound my once free and serene mind: but alas wherein canst thou glory? not in thy beauty, for that will veil itself at so black an Act; not in my ruins, for they will pursue thee with some direful revenge: blush than thou fair one, since to be coy is to be cruel, to be cruel, is to altar the property of what thou yet art, beautiful.  
Fairest, be not longer so great an enemy to my desires as to imprison them in silence.  
I cannot express the lest disobedience to your commands, but rather hope my past displeasures may deserve pity, if not my future services a reward.  
Ponder my merits in the balance of your mercy, that the unworthiness of my deserts by the fair sufferance of your goodness may procure your gracious respects in my behalf.  
It is a sin to suspect such virtue which glories to arm itself against all deceits.  
Fair one, you have a wit which delights not to judge itself, and a beauty that glories to condemn others; reconcile your beauty to your wit, that the use of the one may restrain the abuse of the other, whilst we your servants live to admire your perfections, and you yourself survive to perfect your virtues.  
Fair one, what unremovable suitor eclipses your affection from shining on your devoted and most constant servant?  
Perfection of my desires, with one determinate answer bless me with happiness, or silence my long continued suit.  
That my desires to enjoy you are more than to live, proceeds from the effects of my affection, the efficient cause being your excessive beauty.  
Madam, The eyes of a ravished Lover cannot but have virtues aid so ready in himself as always to bewail the loss of a virtuous constancy in others, since such a loss by his own affections is ever placed in the very face of his memory.  
By the memory of our forepast affection, by the oaths of our yet continued love, by whatsoever is virtuous credit me.  
Can you Sir wear a Mars' heart in a Cupids body, since the eyes of all spectators judge you fit for the pleasures of the Court than the tents of war?  
In him it seems Nature was not mistaken, since whatsoever was in mankind, was in him to the uttermost.  
Sir, It is a degree above humanity and therefore requires the admiration of your friends that your wit should so far outgo your age.  
It is not strange o thou cruelest of women, that those eyes of thine should strike him with terror, who stands unmoved with the sight of the most horrible countenances of Death.  
Sir, I am most infinitely bound to you for this so rare and noble a courtesy.  
It is you, and none but you which I am bound to love, and therefore though I am presented with a likeness of your beauty, yet likeness of another, cannot make the same essence of your person, much less can dissolve your commandments of my service.  
The very image of your countenance and outward expressions of your behaviour are suitable to the virtuous resolutions of your mind.  
Fairest, grant me this happiness to have my poor affections raised to a Lordship over your thoughts.  
Violence of love leads me into this discourse, in which I am not so unfortunate as full of desires to be more happy.  
Armies of objections rise up against my accepted opinion.  
Sir, Though I were to pass through all the splendours of the world to meet with you, my pen could not reach you.  
Sir, Nature in you hath laid deep foundations in respect of your qualities both of mind and body, in both which she hath made no promise of any mediocrity, by the distribution of which rare perfections she hath rendered you lovely to the world and fit for the service of the greatest Monarches.  
Sir, Your imagination, when you speak in such high terms, cannot but move me to believe great improbabilities.  
Sir, How happy should I accounted myself, were the Characters of your Virtues imprinted in my breast?  
Sir, No imaginary jealousies shall divert me from mine inclination to that goodness, to which I have always had an extraordinary propension, by your Royal example.  
Sir, I have an interest in your prosperity so fare, that I will not complain of Fortune, so you have an occasion to commend her.  
Worthy Sir, You know yourself too well, to suspect me of flattery.  
Virtue and Eloquence are bestowed upon you, to make you be amongst men as immortal.  
Sir, I could not have the ambition to suppose that there could be any room left, for you to entertain a man, of so many imperfections as myself.  
The contemplation of your virtues amaze me.  
Sir, I found in you, whatsoever may give a reputation to the Courts of Princes.  
Sir, I am reserved for your sake, that nothing might be wanting to your glory.  
Sir, You are the man whom the necessities of the States requires.  
Opportunities would wax old, should I neglect this present to serve you.  
All spirits will prove favourable to you, since you have convinced them by your merits.  
Your generous disposition hath permitted me a longer audience, than your affairs could well permit.  
Worthy Sir, Reflect upon your crrature, with the bright beams of your generous disposition.  
I cannot allot more moderate limits to my ambition, or wish myself a greater happiness, than to do you service.  
Your heroic acts succeeding Historians shall crown with Laurels.  
Sir, For your sake I will pass beyond the Ice of my natural air, and undergo the infelicity of cruel fortune.  
Sir, There is no happiness on earth, but is included in yourself, or in what concerns you.  
Sir, Your goodness doth bereave me of a voice to express your virtues.  
Sir, You cannot blame me, though I hate ingratitude, since even beasts are capable of acknowledgement.  
Sir, If you withdraw from me your presence, you overthrew all the honour you have hitherto acquired for me.  
Sir, I shall fall sick, for want of a capacity to digest your favours.  
Sir, Whatsoever you undertake, permit nothing to your spirit, which may wound your reputation.  
Sir, Of all men I dare free you from this crime, of violating the chastity of language.  
Sir, I own too much honour, to the memory of our forepast acquaintance, to displease you.  
Sir, For your sake, at the same time I both enjoy pleasure, and endure pain.  
Sir, I must beg of you hereafter to have a greater care of my modesty, since you enforce me, either to lose it, or not to believe you.  
Sir, The whole Court is sensible of suffering your name to fall to the ground.  
Sir, I am so far from hiding my own defects, that I acknowledge there is none so imperfect as myself; neither can any man arrive to perfection, except he be adorned with those abilities, whereof I am utterly ignorant.  
Sir, I have neither power nor ability left me, but only to express, I am yours.  
Sir, You have anticipated me of all Rhetoric, either of being complemental, or returning you commendations for your worthy favours.  
Sir, Instead of requital, of those vows you offer me, I am put to a stand, what to answer you.  
Mistress, I desire to pass my life in the pleasing dreams of your perfections.  
Your Courtly voice is like an Oracle, either to approve, or to condemn me.  
Sir, I am none of those, who slight the benefits are showered upon them.  
Sir, I cannot light upon that accent, wherewith I might authorise my own follies.  
Sir, All my thoughts are your real inspirations.  
Sir, I have no servile dependency but upon your conceptions.  
Sir, In matters of Eloquence you seek out singularities, hitherto unknown to any.  
From the first minute of my acquaintance, I made haste, as I shall ever, to acknowledge myself, your most humble servant.  
Sir, I entertain these passions, to the end that you may appease me.  
Madam, If you still persevere to dote thus on your beauty: the time will come, when your face will scare you, more than a judge doth a felon.  
Sir, I have quitted all complacency, and there is no means shall make me silent.  
Fairest, There is no part of the world so remote, whither my curiosity, in your search shall not carry me.  
Lady, The moral of my affection, is to instruct you to make use of your youth, and to gather Nosegays, before the Roses whither: for be confident, when you have no further attractions, than an eloquent tongue no man will seek for them in the furrows of your face, and you shall only be left, to bewail the ruins of your beauty.  
Sir, Suffer yourself to be convinced by reason, since you cannot resist the same, but to your disadvantage.  
Sir, You must excuse me, since I know not in what manner to suffer so wounding a displeasure.  
Sir, All the water in the Sea can never purify me from this offence.  
Lady, You have no more beauty, than will serve to excuse you from being extremely ugly.  
Sir, If you grant me this favour, you shall elevate me to a more sovereign fortune, than the State of Kings.  
Sir, It were as great a crime to be ignorant of the diversions that attend you; as not to be acquainted with the great affluence of noble company, daily repairing to visit you.  
Mistress, In my most solitary walks it shall be my ambition, to presume only to revolve you in my most secret cogitations.  
Sir, In you alone I must commend the commencements of all virtue.  
Sir, In all shapes, and under the most dreadful aspects that can appear, I am yours.  
Sir, To return you compliments for such excellent favours, were to undervalue their worth; since my language is too poor, and unable to lend me wherewith to pay you.  
Sir, I fear I shall be indebted to you all my life, for the favours I have received of you.  
Sir, It is the height of my deserts, to be passionately, as I am, your most faithful servant.  
Sir, My passions cannot so far transport me, but that I shall remain, as I have ever been, yours.  
Sir, I intent not to commence any real war against you; for I acknowledge my choler to be artificial, which I am ready to lay down at your pleasure.  
Fair Creature, Painters and Stage-players are not guilty of those murders, which the darts of your eyes do most cruelly commit.  
Sir, I am not so curious as to condemn the whole multitude, which have lost themselves in the admiration of your virtues.  
Sir, I will dilate myself not farther in my expressions; lest I dishonour your goodness, with my profane praises.  
Sir, Mine eloquence will come too late, since there is no precept in all human wisdom, which hath not presented itself to your view.  
Sir, The consolation I have, next to the assurance I have of my innocency, is the liberty I enjoy, to profess myself, yours.  
The principal object of my intentions, hath ever been the glory of your name.  
Sir, I do profess myself yours, with all those protestations, which are able to make truth appear inviolable.  
Sir, I prostrate all my presumption at your feet.  
Sir, I can not longer conceal my thoughts; since you have an interest, both in me and them.  
Sir, I never gave you a visit, which cured me not of some passion.  
Sir, How often with your golden eloquence, have you taken me out of myself?  
Sir, You alone can conduct me to the highest pitch of accidental perfection.  
Sir, The beams of your eminent virtues, have discovered to me mine own imperfections.  
Sir, Instead of all those high expressions, you have bestowed upon me, I must only answer you, that I am your humble servant.  
S●r, There can be no acknowledgement that I can make, can be answerable to the obligations I own to your honour.  
Sir, You mistake my disposition, if you suppose I affect praises, with the like intemperance, as I do perfumes.  
Sir, Should I forfeit such occasions, my friendship would never appear, but remain as a Recluse.  
Sir, The World would end, and Nature prove unperfit, if there were not such men to maintain her honours.  
Continued to express yourself what you are, that your virtue may be its own catastrophe.  
Fairest, My thoughts are not so often here, as where you are.  
The Physicians have not so fare exhausted me, but that there are some drops of blood left, to bestow in part of your Honour's service.  
Madam, Put on those rays of your beauty, that it may bud again with the next Roses.  
Sir, I confess I was never more astonished, than to found such an equipage of sorrow about you.  
Sir, You are adorned with all the excellent qualities, that Art and Nature can bestow, for the commanding of men.  
Sir, There is not one part of your body, whereof another is not master.  
Sir, It is not in my power to dispose of one single hair, since I am all yours.  
Madam, You draw the eyes of all to admire you, since you are as a fair prospect, adorned with all pleasures, to allure the beholders.  
You are the Cabinet, in which Nature hath locked all her miracles.  
Sir, Though I receive injuries from you, it shall be my humility, not to take notice of them.  
Sir, I would visit those parts of the world, which avarice itself hath not yet found out, rather than lose your society.  
Sir, It is impossible for me to conceal my sensibilities.  
Sir, What violence soever I offer to my anger, I can not longer contain it.  
Sir, You do so heap your favours on me, that you will not so much as suffer me to seem miserable.  
Sir, Your innocent actions carry their warrant with them.  
Sir, You do not so much express your wit, as your Tyranny, in inflicting such torments on me.  
Sir, Be not confident; lest he whom you have so often injured, do at last grow weary of his sufferings.  
Sir, You are the man, with whom alone I desire to pass the most pleasant hours of my life.  
Sir, If you pretend excuses for so poor a trifle, know, I am no longer your affectionate servant.  
Sir, I shall hold mine eloquence as pernicious, as the perfections of a Courtesan, should it prove any cause of your quarrels.  
Sir, You usurp a more absolute authority over wits, than is lawful, or reasonable.  
Sir, You smell too much of your Musk and Amber, to express yourself serious in the weight of affairs.  
Sir, My conceptions are popular, and to be intelligible among women.  
Sir, Your conceits are too far fetched, and they transcend the subject, on which you bestow them.  
Fairest, Let me ravish a kiss from your hand.  
Sir, My affections spring not from the diseases and distempers of my soul; since my inclinations to serve you, have their original from immortal Reason.  
M stris, You have a power to infuse love and fidelity into the hearts of Barbarians.  
Sir, You cannot bestow your favours amiss, on him who hath searched the secrets of Nature, and the depth of Philosophy, that he might not appear to be ingrateful.  
Sir, You must give me leave to admire your judgement, which appears to be fare more excellent, than your fortunes.  
Sir, Let me not seem to incur a crime, since I am forced to extol your generous liberality.  
Sir, You vary your shape, and change your perfumes, according to the diversity of seasons.  
Let it please you, out of your nobleness, to afford me to be your Grace's most obedient and faithful servant.  
Sir, You have all those excellent qualities, that are necessary in a Prince.  
Sir, I measure the necessities, and fatalities of this world, by your contentments, or discomforts.  
Sir, In this exigence of my fortunes, I am forced to admire your virtues; since you still set so high a value on your creature, who is lost to all men, but to yourself.  
Sir, Your goodness is as unlimitable, as the desire I have to serve you.  
Sir, In you are comprehended all the richeses, that Nature bestows on her most glorious creatures.  
Sir, I speak this seriously, with my best sense; you may reduce me to any form.  
All, who have either eyes or spirits, must place them on so deserving an object.  
Fairest, Cast one glance of pity on me, lest you deprive me of all conceits of mercy, with the terrible aspect of your eyes; which are to me the Ambassadors of life, or death.  
Sir, You are the emblem of terror, and you furious looks are able to consume a Woman.  
Sir, Lift me not so high with your favours, lest you do but fit me for a precipice, and I behold my descent with a greater terror.  
Fairest, Let not your heavenly beauty, seated in its royal Majesty, draw forth the sword of disdain, to the ruin of your creature.  
Fairest Creature, Since I am the pattern of all ill fortunes, by the force of your affection free me from all the miseries that oppress me.  
Sir, You hit mine inclinations since to recompense such virtues, were a work most worthy of all generous spirits.  
Sir, Your refusal of the title of eloquent, proves your modesty to be most unjust; since your tongue long since did bereave you of all excuses.  
Sir, I dare not enter the lists with you, in respect of your elegancies of speech; for when I would become most persuasive in my language, I appear most barbarous in my expressions.  
Sir, All your Rhetorical arguments are out like blue flowers amongst the Corn; which though they may seem pleasant to the eye, prove most unwholesome to the body.  
Sir, I shall always acknowledge the most artificial language, to be like a Gentlewoman adorned with Rubies and Diamonds, which glister upon her garments, whilst she herself wants the eyes of her body, and of her mind.  
Fair One, can I pervert the powers of the planets or resist the force of the Stars? you may than conclude, I can repel these affections.  
I am yours Sir, and will be yours in despite of fates and fortune.  
Madam, Your excellent qualities and exquisite virtues have so assaulted the fort of my fancy, that I must of necessity resign myself up to you as a trophy of your victories.  
Mistress, Since Cupid doth so fitly favour the causes of his clients, Let us not let slip so happy an opportunity.  
Madam, If the wishes of a poor mortal may be heard above, I question not but heaven with felicities will crown your royal deserts.  
Madam, Though I have not hitherto by dutiful services made manifest the loyalty of my heart, yet since I first framed in my fancy as in a mirror, the shape of your surpassing beauty; with all humility, I have cast myself and fortunes at your royal feet.  
Fairest, There is none upon earth doth with a more loving duty reverence your person and virtues than I do  
Madam, In consideration of my poor fortunes, let my affection appear so much the more excusable, since I so fare esteem of your divine beauty and exquisite virtue as I would think myself most unworthy, though I were Prince of the world, to possess your heavenly perfections, In respect of any of my own native honours.  
Sir, I have learned to know that it is the religion of lovers to swear and forswear.  
Madam, The parching heat of Summer makes the cool shades more pleasant, and the frowns of lovers make their smiles more delightful and cheerful.  
Mistress, I must never hope so entirely to love as by my affections to requited your loyalty.  
Sir, She which builds her fancy upon fading subjects, ties her honour to the unconstant wheel of fortune.  
Fairest, As a pledge of my protestations thou shalt have both my heart and hand to be thine in dust and ashes.  
Sir, You have a heart as large as the Sea, which contains in it a capacity of all the ornaments that use to dignify Princes.  
Strive not Sir, to bereave me of the reputation, of my honour, lest those that shall succeed me hereafter, read my infamy upon my Tomb.  
Madam, The beams of your sunlike beauty with their lively lustre and sparkling flames dazzle the eyes of your amazed lover.  
Madam, In the shady darkness of this Arbour, you seem like a heaven enamelled with an infinite number of Stars.  
Having disposed so many affections to do you service, fear it not fairest, your servant must of necessity visit you.  
Fair one, whilst mortals enjoy your heavenly beauty, the lustre of your resplendent eyes shall as the day light serve them for the dispatch of their affairs.  
Sir, I cannot be insensible of your miseries, since the web of our destinies hath passed us both through the like misfortunes.  
Sir, I am real and use not to entertain my friends with dreams and illusions.  
Sir, This your inhuman usage of your creature shall never seem strange to me since the most fervent affections of the world oftentimes degenerate into the vehementest enmities.  
Sir, We equally share of one another's discontents and dissolve our hearts together as one would melt one piece of wax into another.  
Fairest, Those eminent qualities which nature as a dowry hath bestowed upon you, like flowers spread themselves forth by the rays of your bright beauty, causing those courtships services and admirations which so sweetly adorn you.  
Mistress, Ladies of honour to express the sincerity of their affections have breathed forth their lives on the Tombs of their deceased lovers.  
Madam, If I am consumed by the fires of Cupid, blame me not, since your eyes enkindled the flames of my affections.  
Madam, Exercise not the extremity of your rigour upon him that suffers such miseries under the title and quality of an offenders.  
Know fair creature that a bright day may at last enlighten my innocency, when revengeful lovers shall search into my ashes to found our truth there buried.  
Sir, These glorious progressions of your virtue will at last mount you to the highest pitch of admiration.  
Madam, Shut not up these eyes from the light of your beauty, lest they be perpetually opened to tears.  
Madam, It is impossible you should ever draw to you a reputation of honour signed with the effusion of my blood.  
Madam, There are those will deplore my ashes and strew some silly flowers on the place impressed with the prints of your punishments.  
Fair one, when my soul shall be separated from my body, it shall every where wait on your purified spirit as the shadow of it.  
Madam, If you should please to condemn me to darkness by the eclipsing of the divine light of your beauty, yet I despair not; but that at last from the sphere of your splendours due to my merits, you will vouchsafe the rays of your clemency to enlighten the dusky nights of my miseries and misfortunes.  
Fair one, though death may separate our lives, yet love shall unite our ashes, and we shall preserve the immortality of our affections by the immortality of our souls.  
Madam, Seated thus on your fair pavilion, you appear like resplendent day in the attires of a Majesty absolutely royal.  
Madam, Your goodly stature, well proportioned body, the bright colour of your face, the lively port and grave carriage of your person; all of these speak you to be a regal branch, sprung from some royal stem.  
Fair one, your hair negligently discheveld and careless attire, grace forth your beauty, which shines forth in the midst of so many obstacles as the sun in a winter's day.  
Fair creature, cast not those eyes down, neither colour your face with those modest blushes, since it would appear most admirable, that your virtues should found fetters in a place where they may expect crowns.  
Sir, I desire to end my days on the theatre of Kings in their glorious services.  
Madam, Heaven hath created me such an one, as you see full of good will, though of slender fortunes and means.  
Sir, We have continually lived together as one soul, divided into two bodies, since our amities have taken root in a mutual temperature and correspondency of humours, and have maintained in us a continued familiarity which neither death nor hell shall have power to separate.  
Fairest, Our breasts shall be ever interchangeably transparent.  
Fair one, dissimulation or contradiction cannot approach the sincerity of our loves.  
Fairest, Let me embrace you with the openness of my heart and the profusion of my love, that our souls may evaporate themselves into affection.  
Sir, Your favours created me again, and give me a new being.  
Sir, I shall never pretend any right to any honour in the world, but only to obey your commands.  
Mistress, The grace of speech dwells on your fair lips.  
Sir, Hereafter ages shall take Palms and Lilies to Crown the relics of your honoured ashes.  
Fairest, These eyes of mine, are but emblems of tears mixed with love.  
Madam, Spread not that Cypress veil o'er your face, lest you benight your beauty and darken the bright rays of your own curiosities.  
Madam, Your beauty is a divinity left on earth to be known and beloved of mortals.   

THE ACADEMY of Compliments. Choice and fair Flowers, Selected out of the Garden of Eloquence, to adorn our language with variety of expressions, upon several occasions.  

Upon his Absence.  
I Shall not longer esteem myself absent from you, whilst I hold any room in your heart and memory.  
Let not my remoteness change your purposes, more than it shakes the resolution I have made, to live, yours.   

Protestations of Love.  
IT is as impossible for me not to love you; as it is for the Sun to forget his ordinary course.  
So am I ravished with your beauty, that it will prove harder for me to forget you, than it would prove difficult to resolve for death: and know for a certain, that I shall still be rather content and disposed to consent to the hatred of myself, than to the love of any other object but you.  
Your fight may be forbidden me, and you may hinder me from speaking to you, but not to have the effigies of your divine beauty imprinted in my heart: and not to love and serve you, it is a thing not only out of your power, but mine also; for I am to you, as an accident, so inseparable, that you cannot be without me.   

Upon her beauty.  
I Should have thought I had too much failed in my duty, had I not guided it to so much beauty; for the favour of your affections, is the sacrifice of my life.  
Vanquished by your beauty, I have yielded up the arms of my liberty and freedom, under your obedience.  
Nothing shall take from my heart, but death itself, the fair Image of your divine beauty.   

In admiration of her goodness.  
IT is your goodness that hath supplied my small merit; which could not have durst to promise' me the favours you afford me.   

On her leaving him.  
Lover's in despite of absence, lose not the remembrance of their Loves: they are as the Flowers; which, though trod on, do resume their lustre at the Sun's approach.  
To forsake me, when your company is dearest to me, is no sign of true friendship, which parts not at death itself, since love remains for ever.  
Take pity on all those bloody sorrows, which the apprehension of your absence makes me already so miserably to feel.   

To accuse in a Letter.  
IT is better to love with severity, than to deceive with sweetness.  
I would forbear to writ to you in this manner, were it not, that the affection I bear you, doth force, and by its authority, draw all these words from my heart, and mouth.  
Mistress, The Bees are not hated for their stings, not more should you hate me for the sharpness of my circumstances.  
We must not praise ourselves, for being better than the worst; but rather blame ourselves, for being worse than the best; since than I fail in my merits, give me leave to mourn for my imperfections.   

Farewells.  
I Must departed from you, yet shall not mine obedience be deprived of your service.  
Adieu fair Sun of my life, I leave you for this present; but be always assured, that my mind, and my desires, shall never departed from your service.  
Dear Love, I know not which way to begin to bid you farewell, nor how to finish this discourse, which once silenced, admits of our disconsolate absence.  
Woe is me, must I needs wander away from all my felicities at once, losing with the happiness of your sight, the most perfect object of my beatitude?  
Farewell, Madam, be always fortunate, whilst I shall languish unhappy, though most constant.   

Expressions of affections.  
YOu can never do so much for me, but that the affection wherewith I adore you, and the faith I have imposed in you, will prove far greater.  
Mistress, You are the first, to whom my affectionate heart hath been offered; and shall (if you please) be the last, that shall have the possession of it.  
Do but let me once discover my affections to you, and than command me to perpetual silence, if you please.  
You are the eye of mine eyes, and thought of my thoughts, the perfection of my defaults, the life of my love, the scope and end of all my desires and hopes.  
Bear well in mind mine affection, that though I be removed from your fair eyes, I may not be so from your favours.   

The Lover's expression of constancy.  
I Shall in loving you, manifest such an affectionate stability, and steadfastness, that my loyalty shall think itself beholding to my love.  
My constancy may easily show you, that it hath as good an heart to dye for you, as it had a mind and desire to live and love you.  
Earth shall sooner dispossess Heaven of his place, than that any one shall boast of loving more constantly than I  
I shall make it appear to after times, that I am the man, who for your sake hath made himself the invincible rock of steadfastness: for I shall still hug my constancy, and never let it stir from me, till my last gasp.   

Upon her affability and Courtesy.  
IT is your courtesy that lends me the favour, which Heaven and Nature had denied me.  
It is out of your generous disposition you wish me well, as it is of duty that I honour you.   

Upon a lover's fear.  
Lover's live always in more fear than hope, and will sooner conceive of their sorrows, than credit their joys.  
The fear I have, lest my slender merit should take away your good mind to wish me well, doth in a sort make all those joys imperfect, which this sweet thought of mine, made me to judge so full and entire.   

On his Desires.  
FAirest, Be but as desirous of my content as I am of your service.  
My desires make me as careful to please you, as I am bound by duty, and compelled by inclination to serve you.  
I wish, Heaven that gave me the boldness of desire, had likewise graced me with desert.   

To give or present.  
THis I dedicated, consecrated, and offer up unto you, with the same heart, wherewith I vowed you my service.  
I had rather present you with some small thing, and so be reputed ignorant, than ungrateful.  
Regard more the affection, than the merit of the work; and so accept it, not as a thing of merit, but as a testimony of my good william.   

On effects of their Love.  
YOu shall know one day in effect, what you now have but in imagination.  
One day you will come to know the conclusion of the irreproachable testimonies of my true, and faithful promises.   

Upon her eloquence.  
YOur eloquence is able to steal the soul out of one's heart, and carry it whither it would go.  
One is not more able to overcome you with good words, than with good actions.  
The eloquence of your sweet words stop my mouth, and bind me to perpetual silence   

Excuses.  
IN excusing your unjust fear, you seem to accuse my boldness.  
I pray you hear my reasons patiently, and judge without passion of my justifications.  
It is for great minds to excuse great faults.   

Experience of a Lover.  
I Have so much experience of your good will, that it only remains, that you make trial of my desire of acknowledgement.  
I have had such trial of your friendship and fidelity, that I hope you will not fail me in time of need.   

Upon her face.  
THe wonders of your face, made me your Captive, as soon as I saw you; and that rare grace of yours, which makes you excel all others, retained me your prisoner.   

Upon his favours.  
IF you judge, or deem me worthy to favour you, hold that your merits are much more than my deserts.  
I am ignorant what service might satisfy, for the favours I have received of you.  
I can have no means, dutifully to acknowledge this favourable proof of your fair condition, and honesty.   

Upon his fortunes.  
FOrtune strives now to make me pay the interest of those pleasu●●●he formerly lent me.  
Dame Fortune is too covetous, and usurious, in taking from me the interests of my prosperity.   

Upon her hatred.  
I Do not think (though I should give you occasion to hate me) that your good nature can wish me an injury, since you are not composed of any thing, but love.  
Courtesy dwelled on your forehead, but malice resided in your soul, and lay concealed in your mind.   

On her Inconstancy.  
YOu use your friends, as one doth flowers, which please not, but when they are fresh and new.  
I perceive that ardent affection which was want to keep me so alive in your thoughts, doth now no more reign in you.   

In praise of Herald.  
I Can not, without making myself guilty of irreverence, speak otherwise to you, than in a way of praise.  
Madam, To live with you, is to live with all the graces; for Nature hath made you the example of her liberalities.   

For her retention of him in her memory.  
Do not that wrong to your true love, to let him slide out of your memor, y for than he must appeal from your judgement, to your goodness.  
Keep me alive in your thoughts, as I hold you in the most sensible part of my soul.   

On his Merit.  
I Can never do so great a thing, but would be too small for your merits and my desires.  
Your merits drive me to love you, my humour permits it, and my content will needs have me employ my endeavours to serve you.  
The praises you attribute unto me, proceed from your will, and not from any merit of mine.   

The necessity of his Affections.  
THe necessity of love is most mighty in the world: for it overcomes all.  
There is nothing more insupportable, in a necessitated person, than niceness.  
O how happy a thing is that necessity, that enforceth us to such good things?   

Protestation of his obedience.  
I Shall not all the days of my life have a will, which shall not obey yours.  
You know the power you have over me, and that I am so much yours, as you can wish me.   

To offer and present service.  
ALL the honour and ambition I aspire at, is to see myself employed in your service.  
Your beauty alone is able to witness the affection I bear you.  
All that is mine, is no less yours, than are your thoughts and words.  
The most favourable gift you can offer me, is your friendship, which I prefer before all other treasures.   

Wishes.  
HEaven, which hears the vows of the faithful, bless and content your desires.  
God make you the happiest woman that lives; even as he hath made you the fairest, and most accomplished.  
Heaven grant you may be as faithful, as you are dear to me.   

Bewailing of a Lover.  
I Do so bewail our separation, that nothing can ever touch my soul, like the grief I endure by it.  
The greatest grief I carry along with me, when I part from this place, is, to see how I am for ever deprived of your fair presence.   

To give thankss.  
IF I have done you any acceptable service, think it was but the shadow of what I desire to show you, by real effects.  
I take this benefit from you, but as borrowed; I will pay you rend for it.  
Though the service I have done you, be but small; yet the desire I have had to acknowledge the honours I have received from you, are exceeding great.   

On the deceits of Love.  
YOur fair eyes have too much majesty to serve for baits, or allurements of a dissembling love.  
Do not deceive him, that will outbrave death itself, to insure your life, and withstand the frowns of fortune to protect your honours.   

On his Life.  
MY life is a Comedy, and therefore no matter how long it be, so that it be well acted: Sweetest, if the last Scene be Tragic, your cruelty must be the Nemesis.   

On the lustre of her eyes.  
YOur eyes flash so much lightning, that like Suns, they dazzle the sight of all such as dare behold them.  
You have so established your Sovereignty over my soul, that the lest twinkle of your eyes, disposeth me of the state of my life.   

A tender of service to ones Sovereign.  
Sir,  
IT may appear great boldness in me, altogether unknown unto your Majesty, to hope that any beam of favour should reflect on my unworthiness, to cherish my cheerful willingness, though with hazard of my life, to do you any loyal service:  
Yet encouraged by your royal goodness, that can let fall unequal, yet sufficient blessings on all, I beseech you to permit me, out of the valley of humility, to look up unto the sacred hill of your Highness' Majesty, and at the foot thereof, kneeling to offer up my devotions, and my most humble service; which if you graciously deign to accept, as I do humbly prostrate them; I shall accounted your favour the supremest felicity, whereof I can be capable in this World, and I shall bless the hour, that gave me opportunity to present myself and service to your employment, than which, ambition can have no higher object.   

Another.  
THat which hath been imagined of a golden age, as an Idea of all perfect happiness, was but a prophecy of your gracious rain, showering down felicity in such a plenteous manner, that all your Subjects are thereby invited to offer up unto you sacrifices of thankss and obedience; while I shall accounted it the chiefest honour, that my birth and stars could bequeath me, if I may approve my loyalty, in exposing my life to any danger in your service.   

Another.  
Sir,  
THough I cannot worthily desire, nor deserve your gracious favour; yet it will show you nearest heaven, and that you resemble the King of Kings, in accepting my weak and humble devotions, with the tender of my loyal service. Let not the poorness of my merit, or the oblation make them contemptible in your sight; for I have long had an earnest zeal, to express with what integrity I adore the virtues wherewith you are replenished, fare above all flattery: so that your gracious reign is but the Galaxia, or milk-white path, through which you travel in your happy government, and by examples lead your subjects to Heaven.   

Another.  
Sir, If virtue and loyalty were not to be found in some of ordinary quality, I should blush and tremble at my own forward desires to do you service. But since it is a sign of some eminent worth, not to carry poor and narrow thoughts, but such as may be high as heaven, whereunto that soul is allied, which dedicates its service only to God and the King: I therefore ever accounted it a nobleness of mind, to raise and advance my thoughts, to desire that I might show my willingness to do you service in some employment, whereby I might express and approve myself, your faithful humble servant.   

A tender of service to the QUEEN.  
Madam,  
THe same service and obeisance which I offered unto the King, I do now with as great strength of passion and affection tender unto your Majesty; and as I am His loyal subject, so to be Your faithful servant, shall be the height of my glory.  
Madam, My service and obeisance is so divided between the King and your Majesty, that I shall esteem it my highest contentment, and chiefest advancement, to be accounted your humble servant, which Title will satisfy all my desires.   

Another.  
Madam,  
There are no words strong enough, to express how much I honour your Royal perfections, which tender you beloved and respected of all the world; while I make it the chief employment of my life, to attend upon your command; whom to obey, is perfect happiness.   

An humble address to a great Lord.  
My Lord,  
IN regard of the many favours which your Honour hath heaped on me, I am bound, first to acknowledge my happiness therein, and also to desire that you would always reckon me in the number of your most obliged servants.   

Otherwise.  
My Lord,  
As it is a great happiness for me to come to your presence, and offer my devotions to your Excellency, from the Altar of an humble heart: so it will be an addition unto my felicity, if I may improve this present opportunity, to make tender of my service.   

Otherwise.  
My Lord,  
It will become me, amongst others, to acknowledge your many excellent virtues, amongst which your noble clemency and humility are the chiefest, whereof as others have had experience, so I doubt not, but you will favourably accept the oblation and tender of my humble service.   

Another to some great Lord.  
MOst noble Lord, as I hold it for a principal favour in admitting me to kiss your honour's hand, so shall I esteem myself most happy for ever, in that your honour is pleased to accept me henceforth as ranked in the number and catalogue of your most humble and obsequious servants.   

Another.  
My Lord, the rank you hold with the great and singular ornaments of virtues, in you, do oblige me to offer unto your Lordship all that little is in me, and to tender unto you upon all occasions, my service in all obsequious humility.   

Another.  
Most honoured Lord, if your excellency will be pleased to permit me to exercise my mall endeavours of rendering my duty to your honour in expectation that heaven will favour me so fare as to grant me opportunities, whereby I may make appear in effect the desires I have to perform to you my best service.   

To tender one's service.  
Cleodos.  
Sir,  
I Must entreat you to pardon my boldness, in that I, who am a stranger, have presumed to come to visit you, being invited thereunto by the fame and report of your noble virtues, which have made me ambitious to desire your acquaintance, and earnestly desirous, that you would impose on me some command, whereby I might express myself your humble servant.  
Beumont,  
Sir,  
You have much honoured me by your coming, and by your words, as through a Perspective, I clearly discern the power of your affections, bringing you hither, where your welcome cannot be equal to my desire, nor your desert.  
Cleodos,  
Sir,  
The occasion of my coming, was for no other respects, but those due unto your merit, and by an humble address of service, to bring myself acquainted with you whom I honour, and am ready to serve.  
Beumont.  
Sir,  
You own me no service, but I am ready to embrace your friendship, evidently discovered by your kind visitation, which is a favour fare above my desert; but I pray let not our love break of, for want of any mutual respects, wherein I will strive to equal you, and ever remain in all the ties of love, your most constant friend.  
Cleodos.  
Than I shall acknowledge myself most happy in my bold visitation; for to gain your amity, is to me a chiefest felicity; not only in regard of your natural worth, flowing from your birth and education; but also your sweet company and conversation, with which I hope you will hereafter be pleased to honour me.  
Beumont,  
Sir,  
I dare not acknowledge that which you ascribe unto me, your praises are but the effects of your love; but if my company, or friendship may be any way pleasing unto you, command them both, for I will be ready to wait upon you: and therefore be assured of me, as of one that hath devoted himself wholly to your employment, for your love and kind visitation hath gained me to be your true friend.   

To thank a friend for a Courtesy.  
Cleodos.  
SIR,  
I cannot give you thankss enough for your great love, expressed in that kindness you did me of late; but I hope, though I expect a while, yet at last I shall snatch opportunity to make requital, and show you how much I abhor the vice of ingratitude, especially to you, unto whom I am so much obliged.  
Beumont,  
Sir,  
What I did, was even wrung from me by the extraordinary quality of your merit, engaging me to show my utmost power and cheerful willingness, to undergo any service that might concern you.  
Cleodos.  
Sir,  
It is your worthiness, that you will not acknowledge your own noble and virtuous actions.  
Beumont,  
Sir,  
Those words would become me better in acknowledgement of your worth, wherein you fare exceed me; yet in respect of amity, I will not yield, but ever maintain a constant affection towards you.  
Cleodos,  
Sir,  
I will always retain in memory your good deserts in my behalf, and you shall know, that you have not sowed your benefits on a barren ground, that will yield you nothing; for your love shall always reap the fruits of my service.  
Beumont,  
Sir,  
Thereby you will oblige me, for I must acknowledge the number of your benefits do bind me to serve you; but I never did you any kindness deserving your acceptance, much less meriting to be remembered by you; yet hereafter I will extend my power to the uttermost, to show a mind free from ingratitude.  
Cleodos.  
Sir,  
That you have done already, and I doubt not but you will persevere in your affection; my care is only how I may requited your former courtesies.  
Beumont,  
Sir,  
It is I that am troubled to imagine how I may acquit myself for your former courtesies; for if you still proceed to be yourself in such noble actions towards me, I must acknowledge myself overcome in the contention of Love.  
Cleodos.  
Sir,  
You shall not need to contend, since the former courtesies you have done me, do require that I should yield myself to be, your humblest servant.   

To entertain a Gentlewoman at your Chamber.  Aym. 
I Have brought you to a rude Chamber, but I am much beholding to you, for taking pains to grace me and my lodging; and am only sorry, I shall not give you such entertainment, as you deserve; let me bid you welcome with a kind salutation.  Gent. 
Indeed, Sir, You have an handsome Chamber, fit to entertain one of greater credit than myself; I hope you will pardon my boldness for accompanying you thus far; if I did not know you, I should be suspicious of bad dealing; and some jealous brains would not stick to censure me of too much familiarity.  Aym. 
I hope you are confident in me, that my intents are fair and noble, for I will not offend you with moving any thing that may tend to your disgrace, since my chiefest desire is to enjoy your company, and to discourse a while with you; here we have place and opportunity.  Gent. 
But those are enemies to our Sex, yet I hope, you will be right and square in all your actions.  Aym. 
May I never prospero, If I seek any thing but your own contentment; for if I should make any base motion, you may with a frown command me to silence, and your displeasure would be to me above all torments.  Gent. 
I do not fear your honest intent, but these wanton Pictures are Emblems of your roving affection; yet one of them I like very well, and would request it of you, if modesty would permit.  Aym. 
Alas! these are but shadows wherein the Painter hath expressed some skill, but if you please to make choice of the best of my Chamber, it shall be at your command.  Gent. 
I dare not presume so much, and though I should embrace your offer, it would grieve me, that I could not make you some requital; it does not become me to be too much beholding, by trespassing on your free bounty.  Aym. 
Alas! What is it that I can deny you? Pray esteem me at your command, and you shall favour me, if you make yonder picture worthy of your acceptance.  Gent. 
I thank you; it may be, I will be so bold to sand for it. Now it remains, that I must thank you for your kind entertainment and banquet, and so leave you, desiring pardon of my boldness.  Aym. 
Since you will not be detained, I will wait upon you to your coach, and acknowledge myself infinitely obliged for your favour, in deigning this kind visitation.   

To present a Ring to a Gentlewoman.  AYMER. 
Pardon me, if I, moved thereunto by the zealous affection which I bear you, do here express it in the dumb language of a small present, unworthy your acceptance; yet I pray wear it for my sake, it may draw down your eye to think on me, who now am wounded by the powerful beams of your beauty.  Gent. 
Sir, Though it would show a scornful mind in me, not to accept your love tendered unto me in such a visible manner; yet I am sorry you should be at so great and needless charges: for wherein can I serve you to make requital?  Aym. 
It is you that make this unworthy present precious, for if you deign to let it encircle your white finger, it being a Diamond Ring, will sparkle most in the dark, showing that love, like a clouded Star, shines lightest in the night of misfortune.  Gent. 
Well, Sir, I am obliged by courtesy to receive it, and since you please to confer so rich a gift, on my unworthiness, I will wear it for your sake.  Aym. 
Than you honour me above my desert; for your acceptance of this sacrifice of my love, is to me above all rewards. The Ring is inscribed with Amor circulus, love is a circle without end.  Gent. 
I must acknowledge your bounty, and myself your servant, in bestowing on me so rich a gift.  Aym. 
The sparkling lustre thereof, cannot compare with the light beams of your eyes; but honour me so much to carry it on your finger.  Gent. 
I promise' that, and more, acknowledge myselfy infinitely beholding to you.  Aym. 
Enough is said, concerning so poor a matter: yet in your acceptance of this trifle, I bless my own happiness.   

To woe a coy, scornful Maid.  Aym. 
LEt not my love be misconstrued for presumption, if I once again strive to warm your affection, by declaring unto you, how much I honour your perfections; pray at last be merciful, and do not still reward my love with cold disdain.  Maid. 
Sir, I know that men have powerful language, but I am none of those young ones; you are deceived, if you think that fine musk words can sweeten me up to betray myself; and for my beauty, I would not have you dote on that: it suffices me, without commendation.  Aym. 
Should I not commend what all admire, I were much too blame.  Maid. 
Sir, Wisemen admire nothing, for if I were beautiful, What is beauty, but a fading flower, blasted often, with too much breathing on, and cannot grow safely upon the stalk of virginity, because every one will be reaching forth to gather it? Pray excuse me if I prevent danger, for love and I are quite fallen out.  Aym. 
Let me reconcile you to a good opinion of a chaste Love, there is no greater happiness than the sacred union of hearts, especially when long and humble suit conquers disdain, and so I hope perseverance will at last crown me with your love, and bring you to entertain my desire with a mutual affection.  Maid. 
Sir, If you would be more thrifty of your breath, you might spend it to better purpose, for you may intimate your desires, and make tedious discourses: but in a word, I shall never love you.  Aym. 
O say not so, you know not how much misery those few words would bring upon me, for hope, grounded on your gentle disposition, hath hitherto kept me alive, and makes me walk like a faint shadow, while in my Chamber I am like a mourner, with a taper by me, watching my own funeral, and I devil there in a mist of sighs; and all this is for your sake.  Maid. 
Well I hope you will not accuse me of your death, pray shake of this love, and I will than acknowledge your kindness in ceasing to trouble me with complaints. Learn wisdom, that will cure all distempers.  Aym. 
Yet while I live, I will attend upon you, and when I am dead, I will visit you in a dream, and tell you, you were a cruel maid. To conclude, let one parting kiss seal my passport to Elysium, and I am gone.  Maid. 
Well, since you are so resolute, I will strive to give you a better answer at your next return.  Aym. 
In confidence of that happiness, I will presume to visit you again, and live to be your servant.   

A jesting discourse with a Maid.  Aym. 
COme, why will you be an enemy to yourself, and let modesty keep you still in the state of virginity? I came to offer my service to help you of this trouble.  Maid. 
You are very kind; but I like my present estate, Maids are happy.  Aym. 
Alas! poor Ignorance, dost thou talk of happiness? I tell thee, until thou art married, thou art but a cipher, and of none accounted.  Maid. 
o Sir, You are deceived; our hearts, free from the passion of love, retain a world of happiness, being exempted from any wanton knowledge; for maids, dying in their present condition, do all go to Heaven.  Aym. 
You are deceived, their punishment is to lead Apes in Hell; and therefore to avoid this, be kind while you may, and accept of a friendly offer.  Maid. 
What offer?  Aym. 
Lest it should raise a blush upon your cheek, I will whisper it into your ear, you understand.  Maid. 
I hear too much, thy infectious words have betrayed a base ignoble mind.  Aym. 
Why? I did but tell you a truth, I had thought you had been more intelligent, and would not have started at a bold word.  Maid. 
Nay farewell.  Aym. 
Pardon me, all I have spoken was to try your temper, and having found you both wise and witty, I will desire you in a fair manner to grant me your love, which I only desire; and though I did appear rash and wanton, you shall found me worthy of your affection.   

To contract privately ones self, and tie the knot of Marriage.  Aym. 
NOw, our Love hath arrived to an happy conclusion, the storms raised by your disdain, being blown over, the union of our affections making a soft and gentle harmony, which the Soul can only discern; therefore that our new begun love may never expire, I do here in the sight of heaven and all good Angels, marry and contract my Soul to yours, and give away myself wholly to be at your disposing, until the Ceremonies of the Church do confirm my promise.  Maid. 
With as true an affection I do give over myself into your possession, and freely bestow on you, my love, which shall never know alteration, but remain ever firm and constant to you now it is expedient that you obtain my friends good will, according to your promise; and till than we must remain only contracted in affection.  Aym. 
Heaven, I beseech thee bear witness to our private agreement, and may I never know one day of comfort, when I break my promised vow; let me now embrace you with the arms of affection, and thus with a kiss seal the obligation of our Love.   

To salute a friend newly arrived from a journey.  Alex. 
SIr, When the news of your return had arrived to my knowledge, I was pained with an earnest desire to behold you, and prevent other of your friends, by the first tender of my service: that as my love towards you doth exceed theirs, in true, perfect sincerity: so it might in place obtain priority, and show how ambitious I am of your favour.  Aymwell. 
Sir, You still continued your former nobleness, making it your chief aim, to exceed others in perfection of mind; otherwise I had intentions to visit you, but it is your desire and happiness to overcome your friends in kindness; for which I can but return you thankss, and acknowledge you a worthy friend.  Alex. 
Sir, You make too good an interpretation of ●y rash presumption, but it is held, that friends ●ave but one soul in two bodies; therefore, when I behold you, I enjoy the other half of my ●elfe; besides, after long absence, your company must needs be more precious; so that I had ●oth Love and Reason on my side, to persuade ●e to come and visit you.  Aymwell. 
Sir, I want words to express my mind, ●r to argue a case in love; but in my opinion, I aught to have visited you first, in re●ard I am very much obliged unto you: ●ut to proceed not farther in ceremony, let ●s discourse of some other affairs. I will ●e bold to inquire, how all our friends do.  Alex. 
Sir, Some of them have undergone change ●f fortunes, and therein declared an invincible wrength of mind; but Heaven be thanked, all ●hat honour and respect you, are living, and in ●ealth.  Aym. 
Sir, I am wonderful glad to hear of it, ●nd I shall rejoice exceedingly when I ●eete any of my old acquaintance; I hope I am not altogether lost unto their remembrance, they will know me certainly.  Alex. 
Sir. Travel hath not wrought much change in you, but I detain you, I fear, from your rest.  Aym. 
Sir, Were I tired with travel, as I am not, yet your company would very much refresh me.  Alex. 
Sir, I will crave your pardon at this time, I know to tarry longer, would be troublesome unto you; but to morrow I will wait on you again.   

To entertain a friend, who is come to visit one.  Alex. 
Sir, I Am most glad to see you, though I have no other entertainment for you, but a kind welcome.  Aymwell. 
Sir, I expect not more, I come to enjoy your company, and to be happy in your society; for in the general, I do found none that can suit my condition, so well as yourself.  Alex. 
Sir, Take of me what pleases you, I am vowed to your service; and your loving visitation is an addition to your many other kindnesses.  Aym. 
Sir. All that I acknowledge, is a will to do you service: but I have been slow in producing the effects, hereafter I will study to deserve.  Alex. 
Sir, it is your ingenuous goodness, to decline the acknowledgement of your own virtue and deserts, fare surpassing my merit; for 'tis I am bound to be your servant.  Aym. 
Sir, It is I that am obliged to you, by many strong ties of affection, from which the service of my life cannot disengage me; but I have trespassed against manners, pray take the chair.  Alex. 
Sir, Please you to sit first, for it becomes me to wait your leisure.  Aym. 
Sir, I am provided, but if it may not appear too much boldness, what was the Adamant, or occasion, that made you thus kind, to visit my lodging?  Alex. 
Sir, Shall I tell you? I came not to borrow money, or to enforce your good nature to grant any motion of request; but only to keep our love and amity fresh, and in perfect strength, by some conference.  Aym. 
Sir, You have chosen a bad opportunity, my affairs carry me away from my friends; besides the obligation of my word to a Lady, to attend upon her this day.  Alex. 
Sir, I will choose some other time, to attend you.  Aym. 
Sir. I will attend upon you, if I might know the place, and hour, where to meet you.  Alex. 
Sir, I will not put you to that trouble, it will become me rather to wait on you.  Aym. 
Sir, Pardon me, I am much obliged to you.  Alex. 
Sir, I am your servant.  Aym. 
Sir, I am the servant of your servants, pray remember my respects to all our friends.  Alex. 
Sir, I will be yours in that, and all other services.   

To woe a fair young Gentlewoman.  Aymwell. 
PArdon me, I pray, if I presume to speak, what I have hitherto, with much affliction, hid from your knowledge.  
There is a Gentleman that hath beheld your outward beauty, and by his judgement clearly discerned your virtues, the ornament of your mind; these have produced in him a strange effect, so that in spite of his own Reason, or dissuasion of friends, he is violently compelled to speak truth.  Penelope. 
Sir, Call you this an affliction? 'tis unhappiness to speak, and hear truth.  Aymwell, 
Do you hold that opinion? Than I will convince you by your own argument. For if it be unhappiness to hear truth; than I hope you will pardon me, if being compelled by the strength of my passion, I do truly tell you, that I have placed my affection wholly upon you, or as they commonly say, I do love you.  Pen. 
Sir, I am sorry that you have made me the object of your love, I know your birth and person may deserve one of greater account; and therefore I am amazed at the unexpressed novelty of your motion, not imagining, but your bosom had been free from any flame: let your wisdom than suppress it, lest your love become fruitless in the event.  Aym. 
I will not be discouraged by your first answer, for neither are you beneath me in quality, who am your servant; neither can it appear to you so strange a matter, that I should be taken with your beauty, which others admire; though it be my fortune only, to be bolder than the rest, and I hope not unwelcome.  Penelope. 
Sir, I would not have you cherish any uncertain hope, nor build any assured foundation, where you have no ground given: love cannot be compelled, but must flow from the spring of natural desire; but I found in myself no inclination to entertain your affection; therefore you must pardon me, if I deny your suit, which I cannot grant.  Aym. 
Nothing is impossible to love; for if you would believe that I bear a noble and constant affection towards you, you would soon overcome this difficulty, and incline your mind to reward my affection with your favour.  Pen. 
Sir, I am confident, that your affection is right and perfect, not seeking, under a fair and colourable pretence, to betray me: yet I cannot force myself to consent to your motion, I being utterly ignorant in Love matters; therefore excuse me, till time, and consideration shall enforce me how to answer your desire.  Aym. 
I am comforted, that you have not utterly denied my suit; I hope at my next visitation to receive more comfort; till than, I take my leave, and presume only to breathe my heart upon your hand, or, if you please, your lip, desiring you to remember me in absence.   

When one meeteth a friend in the Street.  Alex. 
GOD save you, Sir, You are most happily met. How far you?  Clor. 
Sir, I am the better to see you well and lusty, why will you not do me the honour to visit me at my Chamber?  Alex. 
Sir, I must confess I have often broken promise therein, but business would not permit me, otherwise I had long since waited on you.  Clor. 
Sir, I should rather accounted myself obliged to wait on you, for I am bound unto you for many favours; especially, for the last courtesy you did me in a matter which concerned me much. Will you now do me the kindness to bear my respects to a Gentlewoman?  Alex. 
Sir, If she be honest, I am ready to go on your errand. I hope you will not put me on a disgraceful piece of service.  Clor. 
Sir, I hope you have no such bad suspicion of me, for she is both a fair and virtuous Gentlewoman, and hath a nimble wet: but I know you can deliver your mind in an excellent way.  Alex. 
Sir, It is you, whom Mercury the god of wit hath adorned with a gentle amorous speech; but I will speak in your behalf, in as good and effectual terms as I can remember.  Clor. 
Sir, You shall do me than a most perfect favour. Tell her, I am her ready and willing servant, and that the power of love hath given her my heart, which I will come to fetch, in hope she will give it me bacl, and till than keep it warm in her own bosom. But what need I instruct you, who are all Love and Courtship?  Alex. 
Sir, I will perform your command, though not in such words, as you would desire, yet so as my sudden Genius shall prompt me, but I have heard it said.  
That in way of love and glory,  
Lovers best tell their own story.  Clor. 
Sir, Pardon me, I know whom I do entrust with this business, I am assured of your fidelity, and that you can deliver your mind in a powerful manner, especially, to Gentlewomen.  Alex. 
Sir, It must be my love to you that must inspire me: but I promise' you, I will strive to speak my best.  
Sir, I am confident in you, and at your return from my Mistress, I will prepare thankss for this great piece of service, and rest, yours obliged.  Clor. 
Sir, It is but my duty, I am happy to be employed in any service that concerns you, suppose this done.   

To court a Gentlewoman in the way of Marriage.  Eugenius. 
Mistress, I doubt not but that you will judge me as rash as bold: but I beseech your divine beauty which glittereth in your fair eyes, to excuse my audacity, and to pardon my temereity, which have emboldened me to come and present unto you my most humble and most affectionate service.  Calia. 
Sir, I am very sorry that I have not the honour to know you: and I marvel that you will offer service to me, that of all am most unworthy.  Eugenius. 
Mistress, It is the sweetness of your natural goodness that causeth you to speak in this sort.  Calia. 
Pardon me Sir, I speak nothing but I know to be most true.  Eugenius. 
Lady, This singular modesty which I see to the life expressed in your words, gives me a hope that you will entertain my intentions not as harsh and disconsonant, but as agreeable and consonant, and that in time I shall obtain some one of your favours and graces.  Calia. 
Sir, if there were any graces in me, they were yours: but I have not any, you can expect none.  Eugenius. 
Mistress, It is that, which obligeth me to a greater estimation of you, and makes you more amiable, and me more affectionate towards you: so also I beseech you to believe that my intentions were never otherwise than chaste and virtuous, and that I never had any other end than honesty. Did you think me to have framed some design prejudicious to your honours. I had rather lose my being, than entertain any such thought: so also is it my resolution for ever to continued your most faithful and obedient servant, as the effects shall make it evident that the proof thereof shall manifestly appear whensoever your commands shall call upon me.  Calia, 
I humbly thank you Sir with my best affection; as also for the pains you have taken for one that no way merits such favours, I being your very humble servant.  Eugenius. 
Lady, It is I that am so deeply engaged to you, that I am disenabled to quit myself of the obligation, and therefore (most fair Mistress) I beseech and conjure you to make use of my service and me, in whatsoever you shall judge me capable to serve you. And in the mean time after a million of recommendations I will be bold to take my leave of you, and will leave my heart with you as an astage and pledge of my fidelity and constancy.  Calia. 
Farewell Sir, and I give you humble thankss for this your loving visit.  Eugenius, 
I hope to see you again and very speedily, where for the present I must leave you.  Calia. 
Sir, So fare as your intentions shall continued good, and your suits lawful, you shall always find our doors open, and also to Gentlemen like yourself, who shall not want our best entertainment according to our best possibility, and in that regard you shall not oftener come than be welcome.  Eugenius. 
Lady, I do assure you that I now go to elongate myself from my bright day, and confine myself into an abyss of melancholy darkness: for I dare be bold to protest unto you, that without you, I enjoy no light of day, and therefore all the time of this sad absence will be so tedious to me, that moments will be hours, the hours' days, and the days will be ages, unless it be so that the experience of being in your favour will be my sole consolation, and with that I will arm myself with a resolute patience.  Calia. 
You speak strong lines Sir, but it may be you are not so passionate as your words pretend. Farewell Sir, till our next meeting:  Eugenius. 
Mistress, you do a wrong to your beauty, and to my love which is faithful and loyal: but I hope that time will make me appear more largely to be what I am, and seeing necessity constrains me to retire from you, I will never retreat from my affection which your fair eyes have darted into my soul. And so Lady adieu till my next review, which I assure you shall be my soon possible.   

To present something to a friend.  Alex. 
SIR, I have always had an earnest desire to make my service visible unto you, and therefore I am bold to present unto you this Ring; desiring you, not to value the gift, but the affection of the giver, who doth sacrifice this unto you, from the Altar of an humble heart.  A. 
Sir, This is an addition to your many other favours, you are mindful of me above my merit; how shall I make you requital?  A. 
Sir, Your acceptance thereof is the chief aim of my desires; I would have you think, that true love uses by dumb signs and tokens to express itself.  A. 
Sir, Believe me, so rich a gift as this hath a most powerful language: if it had been meaner, it would have sufficed me, who must rest beholding unto you, till I have opportunity to declare myself farther.  A. 
Sir, It is your worthiness that makes it appear so worthy: but I know no gift can be above your merit, nor sufficient to declare in what ties of observance I am bound unto you: your acceptation gives it more lustre and richness than the Ring doth deserve, being but a mean token of my affection.  A. 
Sir, I beseech you do not extenuate yourself, nor it.  A. 
Sir, This Ring is but the emblem of my service, which since you are pleased to receive, I must give you many thankss for your acceptance.  A. 
Sir, It is easy to persuade the receipt of a thing of such value, but I will merit it as the oblation of my love.  A. 
Sir, For that I must remain eternally your constant, faithful friend.  A. 
Sir, I am yours in all respectful services, to be commanded.  A. 
Sir, You oblige me too much both in words and deeds, I am all yours.   

To entreat a courtesy of a friend.  A. 
SIr, as necessity hath no law, so it hath no shame; for, contrary to my disposition, I must become an importunate Suitor unto you.  A. 
Sir, Name it, it must be something more than I know of, which I can deny you, who are always modest in your requests.  A. 
Sir, I fear I shall give you no occasion to report the contrary, I would desire you to lend me your Horse, to carry away a little treasure by Moonshine.  A. 
Sir, I do not well understand you, pray interpret yourself, and disguise not your meaning.  A. 
Sir, I would desire you to dispense with me, it is a matter that concerns me near, I am to bear away the Usurer's Daughter, and carry her where she shall remain private, till storms be blown over; pardon me, that I have made you acquainted with my purpose.  Alex. 
Sir, I will be ready to assist you, and since your fortune cannot proceed without my Horses legs, if he were the Muses Pegasus he shall be your servant, it is but to carry away a piece of live Venison, and that's a mean trespass; Cupid has enough in his Park.  Aym. 
Sir, I am glad you are so pleasant, and do so well apprehended my intents. I was afraid, lest my purpose being known, which was manifest in me to deliver, I should have suffered repulse, and have been blamed by you for my bold attempt.  Alex. 
Not, Sir, I do accounted it in you a bravery of mind, that dare aspire to reach a fortune, and pluck the golden Apples of Hesperides, watched by the old Dragon the Usurer: but I would not have you loose time in talk; I will bid the groom prepare my horse ready for your employment.  A. 
Sir, The whole service of my life cannot requited your kindness, for since you have granted this request so willingly, I shall own my good fortune to your favourable assistance.  A. 
Sir, I will pray that your attempt may be prosperous, for I shall rejoice in your happiness, as much as in mine own; Therefore my good wishes shall be your good Genius, to wait on you; while my Prayers solicit heaven, for your happy success.  A. 
Sir, You have expressed yourself a noble friend; and when this business is past, all the study of my life shall be to show my thankfulness to you.  Alex. 
Sir, I desire nothing, but that you may thrive in your desires.  A. 
Sir, Next my intended purpose, my chiefest glory and ambition is, to thrive in your favour.   

Upon his absence.  EVgenius, 
I protest to you my fairest, that I could never have believed that the torments of happiness from our loves could have been so miserable; for I dare swear to thee by those fair eyes the stars of my fortunes, that I dwelled with impatiency and sorrows till I saw you.  Cos. 
Is it possible Sir? surely I can hardly believe it.  Eugenius, 
Mistress I beseech you to believe it if you please, for I assure you that I could not longer endure nor support the violence and troublesome tediousness which I endured in the time of your so long absence, the object of my good and sole content being removed.  Cael. 
Sir, It may very well be, for you seem very passionate in your actions.  Eugenius, 
I protest that it is impossible for me to take any complacency in the world, but in that only that flatters my affection, and in the aspect of your rare form and most excellent Beauty.  Cael. 
Sir, It pleaseth you to term it so; content yourself in laughing at me, as you may at one that enjoyeth not the lest glimpse of beauty in myself.  Eugenius, 
Wherein my dearest, should you conceive so of me? I do assure you with the better part of my soul, that I should be a miserable man, should I not really speak what my affections suggest as truth: know LADY, that you see a man that is wholly yours, and desires not to live but for you, and to do you service: but that which troubleth me most is that of necessity I must absent myself from you upon a very urgent occasion, but I beseech you to believe and conceive so of me that whither soever I go, I shall carry with me the lively delineaments of your perfections, and that I shall not live but by the Idea of your beauty with perfect resolution of obeying you, and therefore my sweetest adieu for a while, for the present to have me excused that I cannot enjoy the felicity of your most desired company, but must take my leave so abruptly.  C. 
Sir, I infinitely thank you, and bid you also adieu, wishing you a safe return.   

A merry Discourse between Rowland and Susan, sitting up late together.  ROw. 
It is time, Susan, that I should now discover my mind unto you, we have been long servants together, and ever since my first coming, I have borne you good will, which I would desire you to accept, and grant me your love.  Susan. 
For that you must pardon me, for I do not intent to marry, and therefore let that serve for an excuse, since I would be loath to discourage you, and say, I cannot love you.  Row. 
I hope you will not, for since I first beheld you, I have admired your perfections.  Susan. 
You know, affection cannot be compelled; therefore I thank you for the good will which you have hitherto borne me, but as for your love, I cannot accept of it.  Row. 
Than I perceive you love some other.  Susan. 
I desire you to excuse me, I cannot frame my mind to fancy you, though I know you deserve my betters; but for me to settle affection where I cannot love, would be an endless misery: the Briar and Honeysuckle cannot well agreed.  R. 
Than you compare me to a Briar, but I will with all humility put up your disdain, hoping that the continuance of my love shall soften your mind, to receive me into some degree of favour, for I protest, I love you entirely.  S. 
The utmost I can do for you in requital of your love, is, to give you thankss, and counsel to suppress your desire, and not to proceed any farther in this suit, which at last will become fruitless.  R. 
I should be sorry than: by this kiss which I presume to take, none hath power over me but yourself, I love you all over, and if you would licence my heart to stray about, how happy should I be?  S. 
Nay, than I perceive your love is but a rash and wanton desire; neither can I stay with you any longer, lest my absence out of my Mistress' Chamber might breed some suspicion.  R. 
Stay, I will hold you in the prison of my arms, and if you will get your freedom, you shall yield me some of your sweetest kisses, which are but shadows of that substantial happiness which you could afford me.  S. 
Nay, pray be not rude, nor give me cause to suspect that your love is dishonest, I had formerly better opinion of you, but now I am jealous of your good intent.  R. 
Pardon me, if love have made me offend in some boisterous actions.  S. 
Come pray let me be gone, I shall be angry if you hinder me.  Row. 
Well than, I obey your desire, but let me prevail farther with you at our next meeting.   

An Interchange of Ceremonies at parting with a friend taking a long journey.  
SIr, I am very sorry that my affairs do compel me to take my leave of you, from whom I have received so many benefits, which have bound me in many ties ever to serve you, neither have I any way left to satisfy myself in requiting your former kindnesses, but to acknowledge them fare above my requital, and to desire you, that you would both receive the tender of my humble service, and command me in something, whereby I might express how much I honour your desert.  
Sir, I cannot choose but grieve that you must now be divided from us, by a tedious journey; yet since he loves himself better than his friend, that will not yield to any thing for his good, I am content in that regard to lose your company a while, wishing you both a prosperous journey, and that in your absence you would remember me, who will always in my daily prayers solicit heaven for your safe return, desiring to be excused for your poor entertainment, which perhaps makes you desirous to be gone.  
Sir, Pardon me, the entertainment I have found, was fare above my desert, for which I tender you a million of thankss. There remains nothing now, but that you honour me with your commands.  
Sir, I entreat you make not so great haste to be gone.  
Sir, I could willingly defer my journey, to enjoy your company; but the wind stands fair for France, therefore let us conclude all Ceremonies.  
Sir, Since we must dispense with your departure, I pray do us the courtesy to revive our drooping minds, with the good tidings of your safe arrival in France.  
Sir, Be assured I cannot be unmindful of you, nor of my other friends, to whom I pray you to commend me, since I cannot take my leave of them all in particular.  
Sir, I am glad you will do me the favour to give me any employment in your absence, I will perform your desire.  
Sir, I can but thank you, and for your love in bringing me to my Ship, which is a trouble, that you would take upon you, though on my part undeserved.  
Sir, I am happy to serve you in any thing, God sand you a prosperous journey.  
Sir, I doubt not but I shall arrive in safety, trouble yourself not farther, since I cannot remain with you to requited your kindness.  
Sir, Since you will needs have it so, I will bid you, farewell, with all the affection of a constant friend.   

To invite one to dinner.  Alex. 
PRay let me prevail so much with you, to entreat your company to dinner.  Clorin. 
Sir, I humbly thank you for your courtesy, but my business will not permit; therefore I desire to be excused.  Alex. 
Nay good, Sir, Let me not be denied, I must confess indeed your cheer will not be worthy of your stay; but you shall be hearty welcome.  Clorin. 
Sir, I would willingly obey your desire, but I fear to be too bold.  Alex. 
Sir, You shall be most welcome; you shall command in my house as in your own.  Clori. 
Your offer is so large and courteous, that I must yield to wait on you, for you have overcome me in ceremony; but you will draw upon yourself much trouble.  Alex. 
Sir, You will find but course far, but such as it is, pray esteem yourself most hearty welcome, and in a real manner without compliment.  Clori. 
Sir, Here is much plenty, and you wrong yourself to excuse your fare, whereof there is so great abundance, that unless you would have provided all the variety that was in Noah's Ark, I know not how it could be mended.  Alex. 
It is your favour to commend and accept of any thing, but pray excuse me, once more I desire it: if I had been certain of your honouring my house with your presence, I would have made better preparation for your entertainment.  Clori. 
Sir, I desire you rather to excuse my boldness, in putting you to so much trouble, you may perceive that I think myself welcome by my liberal feeding: I am no mincing Bride, whose thoughts of eating are taken away with the conceit of the night following.  Alex. 
I beseech you spare not, I am glad to see you so pleasant, and to increase your mirth, I will drink to your health in wine, in hope you will pledge me.  Clor. 
Sir, They say there is truth in wine, and if there be truth in wine, I will find it out, let the health be ne'er so deep.  Alex. 
Thank you for doing me this piece of justice: pray see if you can make a homely Dinner, otherwise I know not how to be excused for inviting you.  Clori. 
Sir, To decline ceremony, you have most worthily feasted me, and honoured me so much, that I must ever acknowledge your exceeding bounty and courtesy.   

Ceremonies at sitting down at the Table.  Alexander. 
GEntlemen, Pray take your places, I know not how to direct you. But first let us wash.  Gentlemen. 
Pray begin, for it is fit that we should follow you.  Alexander. 
In this matter, Ceremonies are needless; but you will do nothing without my example, and therefore I will begin.  Gentlemen. 
Than in obedience to your desire, we will wash with you.  Alexander. 
I beseech you Gentlemen, to save me a labour, and take your places.  Gentlemen. 
Sir, We expect your sitting down, and afterwards, we will not contend much for priority of place.  Alexander. 
Come, M. Getting, you are my old acquaintance, you shall favour me to sit here by me.  Gentleman. 
By no means, that is not my place, here's a Gentleman deserves to be seated there.  Alexander. 
Sir, I have designed you this place, pray let me rule so fare.  Gentleman. 
Sir, I should be loath to be too troublesome, and yet I would not presume before my betters.  Alexander. 
Sir, You are too full of excuse, you may yield to take your due place, otherwise I should wrong you.  Gentleman. 
Sir, I beseech you than to excuse me, and accounted it your fault, if I transgress the bounds of manners, in assuming a place fare above my desert, and which is of right belonging to these other Gentlemen.  Alexander. 
We might have spared this ceremony, for the appetite loves good dainties better than Compliments Now pray serve yourselves, you are kindly welcome.  Gentlemen. 
Sir, We will not put you to any trouble in helping us, we know that manners will allow us to make a dinner, we come to trespass on you.   

The Feasters excuse to his friend, after dinner.  Alex. 
Sir, I desire you to excuse your mean fare, and slender entertainment, whereunto I have presumed much to invite you; but I hope our ancient acquaintance, and your own good nature will procure me a pardon, in that I have done this only to enjoy your company and society, for your good discourse is to me a feast, fare exceeding any fare that I could provide for you.  Friend, 
Your real kindness hath been such and so unexpected, that I cannot give you sufficient thankss for your courtesy and kind entertainment: all that I can tender, is to promise', that I will snatch an opportunity to express my gratitude.  Alex. 
You have honoured me enough, in your acceptance of my good william. But it is not good to stir suddenly after dinner. Let's talk, you are conversant abroad, what news do you hear?  Friend, 
Pardon me, Sir, the world runs about me while I stand unmoved, never marking the motion thereof, and therefore I am altogether ignorant in Novelties, it may be you hear more.  A. 
Indeed Sir, I have so many affairs, that I can inquire after none, I thought you could have given us some good intelligence.  Friend. 
Sir, I desire you to excuse me, for I hold it a fruitless employment, but yet to satisfy your request, if I knew any fresh news, that were not yet in print, I will be bold to tell you somewhat, since you desire it.  A. 
I will not importune you any farther, but desire your pardon, that I should impose on you the office of a Taleteller: excuse my intent therein, since what I desire, was to pass away the time while we sit: but now, if you please, we will rise.  Friend. 
Sir, Than I must really thank you, you have made me bold with you, I will accompany you a while to the fire, and than take my leave.   

To offer service to a young Maid.  AYMER, 
Seeing you are alone, I would offer you to attend on you, if you would accept of my service.  Maid. 
It is more than I desire, or deserve; and it would appear boldness in me to accept of a stranger's company.  
It is not for me to accept all shows and offers of kindness, I can but thank you for your good will, I am not fare distant from my own home.  Aym. 
Pray let me bear you company, and by the way make me happy in some discourse, resolve me one question; Were you never in love?  Maid. 
Though it be no manners to answer one question, with demanding another; yet I will presume to ask you, If you were never in love?  Aym. 
Fair one, from thence springs my unhappiness, I am too forward in these desires, I have beheld many beauties, but you have prevailed more than the rest, to conquer my affection; and I must acknowledge, that in meeting you, I have met death, or life.  Maid. 
Pray speak in plain terms, I am ignorant of your meaning.  Aym. 
I desire you than to know and believe, that I am already fare in love with you, and I hope you will not scorn my sudden motion, if I should desire you to reward my love with your favour; and by the way, let me entreat you, to think that heaven had appointed our strange accidental meeting and gave me boldness to petition your favour and affection, which I hope you will grant.  Maid. 
Sir I know not in this case how to give an answer, that may procure your content, but I desire you importune me not farther, but grant me time to consider your motion, this is my Father's house, whither, if please you to come hereafter, I will study to resolve you, howsoever you shall be welcome.  Aym. 
But before I loose your presence, which is my chief happiness, let me tell you, that when you go in, you bear away my heart with you, and I shall only languish in sorrow, tell I visit you again.  Maid. 
Pray, Sir, do not hold me longer in discourse, there are many jealous eyes that do watch an occasion to make me censured for maintaining with you such unusual familiarity; pray, as you tender my credit, leave me.  A. 
I must obey, honour me with an ordinary salutation, and I will vanish like a shadow, that will return again to wait on you, who are the substance of my life.   

To confer with a Widow in an amorous wooing manner.  AYm. 
I would entreat you (fair Widow) not to discourage me in my first suit, since your modesty and virtuous carriage in your Husband's life time, hath made me bold to pled for affection; and to cherish a certain hope, that I shall obtain my desire.  Widow. 
Sir, I would not have you imagine, that my love to my former Husband was written on a Table book, the Letters whereof may be soon wiped out again; not, it was engraved upon my heart, and there doth remain to inform me that I aught not to wrong him with a second marriage.  Aymwell. 
Nay, Widow, I must acknowledge you have a fair pretence to put me of, with the remembrance of your said Husband, but will you always punish yourself, and fast from the joys of marriage?  Wid. 
It is my full resolved purpose, and therefore let not any wanton opinion concerning me, give you hope of obtaining my love; Alas! Since his departure, I am dead unto the world, and do but only live, to sigh, when I remember that I had so good a Husband.  Aym. 
His goodness is gone with him, but for my part, I will be your living active servant; come, come, put of grief and false imaginations of honouring the dead, for if his soul were capable of any knowledge, concerning earthly matters, it would rejoice to see you happily married, and as he gave you all contentment in his l fe time, so he would desire that you might be supplied in the same kind after his death.  Wid. 
You speak unhappily, but pray be satisfied that I intent not to marry, yet I respect your good will, and other matters will remain ready to requited your love.  Aym. 
For other matters I am satisfied, but your love is the mark whereat I aim, why should you thus strive to become a virgin again, and forget the conceit of former pleasures, which are yet fresh in your remembrance; fie, fie, you do not well to make yourself so dull of apprehension, I am come to offer service in the right kind, and therefore you are very much too blame, to refuse the tender of my labour.  Widow, 
You speak mysteries; but I desire if you love me, show it in ceasing to prosecute your suit; for I must tell you plainly, it will prove fruitless, and of none effect.  Aymwell, 
I cannot believe, but that I shall be more fortunately happy to obtain your favour; words are not always the interpreters of the heart, and I am confident, for all this, that you love me.  Widow, 
Persuade yourself to it, but I shall never give you cause to think so, yet I will ever respect you, and be ready to do you any usual courtesy.  Aymwell, 
Well I thank you that I have so fare thrived in my suit; I hope hereafter to get deeper into your favour.  Wid. 
Your hope is built upon a false foundation, and had I known your intent, I would not have held discourse with you so long; I must leave your company.  Aymwell, 
Let me rather take my leave of you, and seal a kiss upon your lip until I visit you again, for no mortal Widow shall discourage me, but I will come again about that business.   

To excuse some offence to a Gentlewoman.  AYmwell, 
I must acknowledge I was somewhat too bold to enforce a kiss from you, in the presence of other friends; but I pray excuse my passion, and let your mercy be showed in pardoning, as my folly was in offending.  Pen. 
Sir, It was so great a trespass, and so directly aimed against my white fame and reputation, that no repentance can satisfy for a fault of that nature.  Aym. 
It cannot exceed the limits of forgiveness, or if your wrath cannot be otherwise satisfied, enjoin me some penance, as great as your anger, whereby I may recover your lost favour, and make it appear, how sorry I am for committing so rash an offence.  Penelope: 
Nay, you may enjoy that kiss violently taken from me before so many witnesses; but never any more.  Aym. 
I must confess it was my rashness, but if you will that I repay it back again, I will give you interest for that one, and vow unto you, never to offend your patience in the like kind.  Penelope. 
Well, since you are so willing to repent, and to show unfeigned sorrow, I must needs accept them for present satisfaction, desiring you hereafter to be more careful of my credit, and never again to make so bold an offer.  Aym. 
You have charmed me to obedience, since your words are a law, which I dare not transgress, for I am in all things, your obedient servant.   

The Lover's farewell.  Leonora. 
ALas! Sir, is this the hour than, when the severe rigour of your absence must eclipse my days of their bright beams? O how this sad news doth fire my spirits! and not without reason, since you to whom I had wholly consecrated myself, will not deign a merciful eye on my sufferings for your absence.  Florestan. 
Mistress, Fear not, but rest assured, that so long as life will give me leave to enjoy the Sun's brightness, never shall any other have power over me; do me only the favour, that having given you these new assurances of my fidelity, you will be pleased to tender me some real promises of yours. Besides, I protest to you, Lady, I will never acknowledge any other light than yours, not more than the Earth doth other than the Suns.  Leon. 
Sir, They are no false promises that I have made you, but true assurances, drawn from my heart by the force of my passion. And know, that all things here be neath shall sooner change their natural inclinations, than in me shall be seen any alteration from the resolution I have made to love you: heaven itself shall be my witness.  Florestan: 
If Mistress, you love me thus, let your mind be confident of an equal troth from me; and should you doubt of my affections, I will give you my soul for pledge, and my heart for sacrifice, to show you that my words are unfeigned, I pray you therefore accept of this small gift, not as a thing worthy of merit, but only as a sufficient testimony of my good will, fidelity, and faithful love towards you; and being a thing so small and unworthy of you, it will therefore be the more commendable in you to accept of it.  Leonora. 
Sir, I give you infinite thanks, and withal do beseech you also to receive this in requital, for a remembrance of me, which is of small value, but be moved to take it in good part from her, who from henceforth, shall not live but through your sole remembrance.  Flor. 
Thanks to you, sweetest, the gift truly is pleasing to me, but the giver much more.  Leoner. 
But, Sir, Is there, no means to stay you for a little time, that I might enjoy your presence, which stands me in stead of light and life, therefore your absence will envelope me with darkness, and bring upon me (poor soul that I am) a thousand grievous deaths.  Florest. 
Mistress, I hope, not so, for I am constrained through necessity of my business to departed hence.  Leon. 
O, I see now too well, that that constancy of yours, which I trusted to for remedy of my troubled thoughts, is vanished, to give present vent to my plaints, which you shall receive with my sighs and tears for true and burning testimonies of the sorrow I have to see myself about to be forsaken by him, by whom only I breath.  Flor. 
Mistress, I swear to you, my heart is alike touched with such strokes for this our parting, that I can hardly breathe for grief of it, and do already see I have lost my eye sight, in the loss of the sight of your Starlike beauty. For sure I am, that once absent from your luminous aspect, each pleasure will be to me a subject, of grief and sorrow. However, since ●t will now be no otherwise, I shall so part with you, as that my will shall never departed from your service. Therefore farewell, dear Mistress, live still happy and content whilst I languish, unhappy though constant: let not that my remoteness altar your mind, not more than it shall shake the resolution I have long since made to live and die yours; for, for mine own part, I shall not think myself absent from you, so long as I shall keep a room in your heart and memory.  Leo. 
Farewell, Sir, you possess my soul; and I do even leave it in your power conserving it for a more happy season than this of parting: in the mean space, have pity on all the bloody griefs which the mere apprehension of your absence makes me already feel so vehemently, for I think it very strange to leave him, whose company is dearer to me than my life. But to make an end of this discourse; I do beseech you, Sir, and even conjure you, by the sweetness of that love I have borne you, and will all my life long devote to you, for my cruel fears, to writ often to me, during the unhappy time of your absence: for in reading your Letters, I shall persuade myself that I am not wholly deprived of you.  F. 
I vow to you, Mistress, I will give you so many Letters, for confirmation of my loyalty, and the love I bear you, that you shall have no cause to distrust. And so I pray God to make you the happiest alive; even as he hath made you the fairest, & most accomplished: & that he also give you the grace, to conserve me in your most desired favour, that I may be able continually to witness, how violent my affection is towards you.  L. 
Heaven grant you may be as faithful to me, as I am to you; and give you as much quiet and contentment, as you take from me. But what should I say more? I must cease remembering you of the force and heat of my affection, and entreat you to pity my martyrdom, and that wheresoever you are, you will be mindful of me. And so once more, I pray God grant you such prosperities, that your fortunes may parallel your perfections.  F. 
Rest assured, sweet Mistress, to be beloved, though not equal to your merit, to whose height it is impossible my affection can raise itself.    

Questions with their answers resolving the doubts of Lovers.  
QVest. What is Love?  
Answ. It is the receptacle of pensive minds, a passion that binds the spirits.  
Quest. What is the greatest recompense a woman can make a man?  
Answ. To reveal to him her secrets, and make him Lord over her body.  
Quest. How must a man behave himself amongst Ladies?  
Answ. He must be bold and hardy.  
Quest. Why is Love painted blind?  
Answ. Because the actions of love cannot be hid or dissembled.  
Quest. Why be the secrets of Love so easily kept?  
Answ. For the great sweetness men found in them.  
Quest. Who is most secret in the sports of Love?  
Answ. Women, since it so nearly touches their modesty.  
Quest. What is the meat of perfect Lovers?  
Answ. Sighs and tears.  
Quest. Why have old men the repulse of young women?  
Answ. Because they have not wherewith to ease them of their grief.  
Quest. Why do Lovers wax pale?  
Answ. From the passions of the mind.  
Quest. Why do they picture Cupid with wings?  
Answ. Because the desires of Lovers do tend always to high things.  
Quest. Why do Lovers writ amorous sonnets one to another in Rhyme?  
Answ. Because Poetry is the friend of Love.  
Quest. Why do women love them most dearly that had their maiden heads?  
Answ. Because by the conjunction of the men they gain perfection.  
Quest. Wherhfore are amorous women more ticklish than others.  
Answ. Because their skins are most lose, soft and delicate.  
Quest. How cometh it to pass that women newly married the first night are so loath to go to bed, and rise the next day so lusty and joyful.  
Answ. It proceeds from the perfection of the man, which they having acquired to themselves, they than know they are women indeed.  
Quest. Why do men kiss the eyes of them they affect?  
Answ. Because they were the first beginners of Love.  
Quest. Why do many love fervently, yet are not beloved again?  
Answ. By reason their complexions cannot agreed.  
Quest. Why should we not place our loves on tho●e that be so young?  
Answ. Because they are so inconstant and evermore curious of new servants.  
Quest. How comes it that he that is soon taken with love doth soon forget it.  
Answ. He is like one who rides a gallop, and by and by, waxeth weary.  
Quest. Why do men say that Love is a perfect musician?  
Answ. Because he tuneth the spirits that before had no agreement.  
Quest. What is the greatest pleasure that a true lover can feel?  
Ans. To think that he is borne to serve and please his Lady.  
Quest. Wherhfore be all things more disposed to love in the spring time, than in any other seasons?  
Answ. Because than the humours do move themselves and the blood doth wax hot.  
Quest. Wherhfore are the Angers of Lovers of so little continuance?  
Answ. Because they fall out for trifles.  
Quest. Wherhfore do the Ancients paint Love with flowers in one hand and fish in another?  
Answ. To show that Love is Lord both of Sea and Land.  
Quest. Why are men rather Amorous than women?  
Answ. Because they are of hotter complexions, and their spirits are more quick and prompt.  
Quest. Wherhfore be all the joys of Lovers uncertain?  
Answ. Because in Love are divers casualties, jealousy, suspicion, anger, peace, disdain.  
Quest. Why is it that secret Love is more burning than that which is discovered?  
Answ. Because in the one a fire doth consume but in the other a friend doth give advice to quench the flames.  
Quest. Whether is more constant in Love, the man or the woman?  
Answ. The man being both of body and spirit more firm.  
Quest. Wherhfore have Lovers feeble voices?  
Answ. Out of the fear they have to displease their Ladies.  
Quest. Wherhfore is it that a man being touched with Love cannot rid himself of that passion by any dexterity?  
Answ. Because a certain sweet motion doth transport him to the thing he desires, and with a certain admiration winds him into the nets of Love.  
Quest. Wherhfore are Lovers for the most part ready to weep?  
Answ. Because by nature they are sacrefull, suspicious, jealous and always troubled.  
Quest. Why be women so prove to yield to Love?  
Answ. Because nature hath endued them with a delicate touch, with complexions hot and moist, things most requisite for the recreations of Venus.   

Complemental and Amorous POEMS.  

Enconiums on the Beauty of his Mistress.  
FAirer than Isacks Lover at the well,  
Brighter than inside Barks of new hewn Cedar;  
Sweeter than flames of fire perfumed with Myrrh,  
And comelier than The silver Clouds that dance,  
On Zephyr's wings be over the King of heaven:  
'tis she doth teach those Torches to burn bright,  
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night;  
As a rich jewel in the Ethiopes Ear,  
Beauty too rich for use, for Love more dear.  
So shows a snowy Dove trooping with Crows,  
As this my Mistress, o'er her fellow's shows.  
Since her whole body's frame hath power to have moved,  
The chaste Hippolytus her to have loved.  
In sum her parts are white as Milk,  
As smooth as Ivory, and as soft as Silk.  
O who can her perfections tell  
In whom alone all graces devil?   

On her Hair.  
HEr Hairs reflex with read strikes paints the skies,  
Stars fall to fetch fresh Lustre from her eyes.  
Whilst that those golden threads play with her breath,  
Showing life's triumph in the map of death.   

On her Locks.  
HEr locks being plated like a fleece of wool,  
Are full of sweets, as sweet of sweets is full.   

On her forehead.  
HEr stately front was figured from above.  
Majestic fair well polished high and pale,  
Pure white that dims the Lilies of the Valerius   

On her face.  
HEr face like Cinthiaes' when in full she shineth,  
And blushing to her Love mates bowers declineth  
Such brightness hath her Angel's face,  
Can make a sunshine in a shady place.   

On the colour of her face.  
Such colour hath her face, as when the Sun,  
In Summer his first rising hath begun.   

On her eyebrows and Cheeks.  
EAch eyebrow hangs like Iris in the skies,  
On either Cheek a Rose and Lily lies.   

Another on her eyebrows and breath.  
HEr bright Brows drive the sun to clouds beneath,  
Sweet morn and evening dew falls from her breath.   

On her eyelids.  
FOr Arches be two heavenly Lids,  
Whose winks each bold attempt forbids.   

On her eyes.  
HEr eyes the contradictors of the night,  
Like Marigolds, unsheathe their glorious light.   

Another on the same.  
TWo jetty sparks where Cupid chastely hides,  
His subtle shafts that from his quiver glides.  
Piercing the breasts of others yet they be  
Unhappy, since themselves they cannot see.   

On her smiles.  
HEr smiles so sweet and nice,  
On earth do make a heavenly Paradise.   

On her Cheeks.  
HEr Cheeks like ripened Lillyes steeped in Wine,  
Or gorgeous Clouds upon the sins decline.   

Another on the same.  
HEr Cheeks with kindly Claret spread,  
Aurora-like new out of bed.   

On her Nose and breath.  
HEr Eagles' Nose is straight of stately frame,  
Her breath is sweet perfume of holy flame.   

On her Chin.  
HEr Crystal chin like to the purest white  
Is Love's pavilion, and the boy's delight.   

On her Ears.  
ON these meanders if you gaze,  
You soon will tread a Lover's maze.   

On her Lips.  
HEr lips like Roses over-washt with dew,  
Do by her breath their beauties still renew.   

On her Lips and Neck.  
HEr Lips more read than Coral stone,  
Her Necke's more white than aged swans that moan.  
O who those ruddy lips can miss,  
Which blessed still themselves do kiss.   

On her mouth.  
SWeet mouth that sendest a music t●sied breath,  
Whose every word darts me a living death.   

On her mouth and teeth.  
WIthin the compass of this hollow sweet,  
Those orient ranks of silver Pearls do meet.   

On her breath.  
SHe breathes forth flowers, she makes the spring,  
Perfumes the air and comforts every thing.   

On her tongue and words.  
HEr words do fall like summer dews on me,  
Her tongue strikes music sweetest harmony.   

On her teeth.  
HEr lips near part, but that they show,  
Of precious pearl a double row.   

On her Speech.  
IN all her words such virtues couched be,  
The learned thence fetch their philosophy.   

On her voice.  
A Voice which doth the thrushes shrillness stain,  
And makes declining nature young again.   

On her Neck.  
HEr Neck is like an Ivory shining Tower,  
Or like delight that doth itself devour.   

On her Shoulders.  
THese perching squares with silver skin,  
Do pass the hate spot Ermelin.   

On her Arms.  
HEr Twinlike arms, that stainelesse pair,  
Fit for a King's embraces are.   

On her Hands.  
HEre azured veins do use to stray,  
With pretty Cupid's every way,  
Moist pearl warm snow smooth Ivory,  
Within these strange compacts do lie.   

On her fingers.  
LOng small made fit for Orpheus' Lute,  
Which made the savage tigers mute.   

On her actions.  
HEr deeds are like great clusters of ripe grapes,  
Which load the bunches of the fruitful Vine:  
Offering to fall into each mouth that gapes,  
And fill the same with store of timely wine.   

On her breasts.  
HEr breasts those Ivory Globes circled with blue,  
Save of their Lord no bearing yoke they knew.   

On her Paps.  
HEr paps are like fair Apples in their prime,  
And from those sweets, Love sucks his summer time.   

On her good thoughts.  
HEr mindful breast perfumes which frankincense,  
And sweetest odours every fainting sense.   

On her waste and Ribs.  
FItly so named since it doth waste,  
men's lives until it be embraced:  
Her ribs with white all armed be,  
Compact with curious symmetry.   

On her skin, and flesh.  
HEr lovely skin is white like Curds new pressed,  
And snowy flesh is soft as wool new dressed.   

On her Navel.  
HEre Love delights the wand'ring thought,  
Whilst that mine eyes astray are brought:  
Since Nature here would feign unite,  
In curious circles busy sight.   

On her belly.  
MOst beauteous seal of Virgin wax,  
Pity 'tis still the impression lacks;  
This place my sense with joy doth fill,  
Since 'tis entitled Cupid's hill:  
From hence a seemly passage there doth flow,  
To stranger pleasures that are placed below.   

On her womb.  
HEr Maiden womb the dwelling house of pleasure,  
O blessed is he may search that secret treasure.   

On her thighs.  
THese are the subjects that do fit,  
The Genius of an Ovid's wit,  
Whose haunches smooth as is the glass,  
The Albion cliffs in whiteness pass.   

On her knees.  
THese knots of joy and gems of Love,  
With motion makes all graces move.   

On the calves of her legs.  
Mark well how fair the flesh doth rise,  
In her brave calves like crystal skies.   

On the small of her legs.  
VIew but her Atlas smallest small,  
Moore white than whitest bone of all.   

On her feet.  
HEr feet so short and slender little round,  
On earth a finer pair cannot be found.   

The conclusion.  
THus every part imparts a grace,  
And beauty dwells in every place.   

Love's mouth.  
MAy is not Love's month, May is full of flowers,  
But dropping April, Love is full of showers.   

Definition of Love.  
LOve is a friend, a fire, a heaven, a hell,  
Where pleasure pain and sad repentance devil.   

Love will out.  
THe light of hidden fire itself discovers,  
And love that is concealed betrays poor Lovers.   

The parting of Lovers.  
Lover's well wots what grief it is to part,  
When twixt two bodies liveth but one heart,  
And Lovers say the heart hath double wrong,  
When it is bard the assistance of the tongue.   

The Inconstancy of Affections.  
LOve well is said to be, a life in death,  
That laughs and weeps, and all but in one breath.   

The quality of Love.  
LOve is a spirit all compact of fire,  
Not gross to sink but light, and will aspire,   

What Love is,  
LOve is a golden bubble full of dreams,  
That waking breaks and fills us with extremes.   

Lover's delight to be alone.  
Lover's best like to see themselves alone,  
Or with their loves if needs they must have one.   

Vows of Lovers.  
WE know not how to love, till love unblind us,  
And vows made ignorantly never bind us.   

Impossibility of concealing Love.  
THe sight of hidden fire itself discovers,  
And love that is concealed betrays poor lovers.   

On one sick with Love.  
When Venus strikes with beauty to the quick,  
Few are the cares for such as are Love sick.   

The errors of Lovers.  
ALL men do err because that men they be,  
And men with beauty blinded cannot see.   

What Love is.  
LOve is a subtle influence,  
Whose final force still hangeth in suspense.   

Love admits of no contrary arguments.  
LOve hates all arguments disputing still,  
For sense 'gainst reason with a senseless william.   

What Love is.  
LOve is a blinded god, an angry Boy,  
A slave to beauties will, a witless toy;  
A Ravening bird, a tyrant most unjust,  
A private hell, a very Sea of lust.   

Another definition of Love.  
LOve is a sour delight, a sugared grief,  
A breach of reason's Law, a secret Thief,  
A living death, an ever dying life,  
A Sea of tears, an everlasting strife:  
A bait for fools, A scourge of noble wits,  
A deadly wound, a shot which ever hits.   

The Effects of Love.  
THis is the lest effect of Cupid's dart,  
To change the mind by wounding of the heart.   

Cruelty of Love.  
LOve is not full of mercy as men say,  
But deaf and cruel where he means to prey.   

The parting of Lovers.  
LOve goes to Love as school boys from their books,  
But love from love towards School with heavy looks.   

A Maxim.  
'tIs folly by our wisest worldlings proved,  
If not to gain by love to be beloved.   

The Constancy of Lovers.  
ONce learn to love, the lesson is but plain,  
And being learned is never lost again.   

The Force of Love.  
WEre beauty under twenty locks kept fast,  
Yet love breaks through, and picks them all at last.   

Of Music and Love.  
AS without breath no pipe doth move,  
No music's kindly without Love.   

Love finds an opportunity.  
WHen Love hath knit two hearts in perfect unity,  
They seldom fail to found an opportunity.   

Offers of Love not to be refused.  
Occasions winged and ever flieth fast,  
Coming she smiles, and frowns once being past.   

Patience of Lovers.  
ONe may endure, for when the pain is past,  
Reward though long it stay yet comes at last.   

Sorrows of Lovers.  
Sighs are the ease calamity affords,  
Which serve for speech when sorrow wanteth words.   

Tears of Lovers.  
SEld speaketh Love but sighs his secret pains,  
Tears are his truch men, words do make him tremble,  
Yet women's tears fall when they most dissemble.   

On frozen affection.  
THere where the heart's Attorney once is mute,  
The Client breaks, As desperate of his suit.   

Of true and false Love.  
TRue Love's a Saint, so shall you true Love know,  
False Love's a Scythian, yet a Saint in show.   

The perseverance of a Lover.  
DEsire being Pilot and bright beauty's prize,  
Who can fear sinking where such treasure lies?   

The beginnings of Love.  
Fair beauty is the spark of hot desire,  
And sparks in time will kindle to a fire,   

On Lust.  
LVst makes oblivion, beateth reason bacl,  
Forgetteth shames pure blush and honour's wrack.   

On Virginity.  
THe ripest Corn dies if it be not reaped,  
Beauty alone is lost too early kept.   

A cruel Mistress.  
NOthing so ill becomes the fair,  
As cruelty which yields unto no prayer.   

On Coyness.  
A Wayward beauty doth not fancy move,  
A frown forbids, a smile engendereth Love.   

Another.  
Fair words and power attractive beauty,  
Brings men to wanton in subjective duty.   

On jealousy.  
Where jealousy in basest minds doth devil,  
'tis metal Vulcan's Cyclops sent from hell.   

On pleasures.  
SOmething must still be left to cheer our sin,  
And give a touch of what should not have been;  
And they that know but pleasures price,  
All's one, a prison or a Paradise.   

On Chastity.  
THe unstained veil which Innocents' adorn,  
The ungatherd rose defended with the thorn.   

Another on the same.  
PEnelope in spending chaste her days,  
As worthy as Ulysses was of praise.   

On the Court.  
THither let Phoebus' sons resort,  
Where shines their Father but in loves great Court?   

On her delaying marriage.  
Where hearts be knit what helps if not to enjoy;  
Delay breeds doubts, no cunning to be coy.   

On Desires.  
What can be said that Lovers cannot say?  
Desire can make a Doctor in a day.   

On Misfortunes.  
THe man that still amidst misfortunes stands,  
Is sorrow's slave and bound in lasting bands.   

On fate.  
THey fall which trust to fortune's sickle wheel,  
But stayed by virtue men shall never reel.   

On disdain.  
IN high disdain Love is a base desire,  
And Cupid's flames do seem but watery fire.   

On the Power of tears.  
Tears tie the tongue of an accusers grudge,  
And soft the rigour of the sternest judge.   

On Music.  
MVsicke can hardly solace human ears,  
When strings are broke, and eyes are filled with tears   

On Continued grief.  
DRops pierce the flint, not by their force or strength,  
But by often falling wears it out at length.   

On Marriage.  
Maid's do take more delight when they prepare.  
And think of wives states than when wives they are.   

On pleasures and griefs.  
PLeasures like posting guests make but small stay,  
Where griefs bide long and leave a score to pay.   

On Youth.  
YOuth learns to change the course that he hath run,  
When he perceives and knows what age hath done.   

On a modest fair one.  
beauty's a beggar, fie it is too bad,  
When in itself sufficiency is had,  
It was not made to please the wand'ring eye,  
But an attire to adorn sweet modesty:  
If modesty and women once do sever,  
Farewell our fame, farewell our name for ever.   

On his William.  
IT lies not in my power to love or hate,  
For will in me is overruld by fate.   

On the loss of Virginity.  
Jewels being lost, we found again, this never,  
'tis lost but once, and once lost, lost for ever.   

On Women.  
LEt Wolves and beasts be cruel in their kinds,  
But women meek and have relenting minds.   

On coy dames.  
HAte and disdain is painted in their eyes,  
Deceit and treason in their bosom lies.   

Inconstancy of women.  
THey melt with words as wax against the sun,  
So weak are many women's modesties,  
That what sometimes they most would seem to shield,  
Another time poor souls unasked they yield.   

Another on the same.  
WOmen have tongues of craft and hearts of guile,  
They will, they will not, hell is in their smile.   

On Lust.  
LVst never takes a joy in what is due,  
But still leaves known delights to seek out new.   

On Virginity.  
LIke untuned golden strings fair women are,  
Which lying long untouched will harshly jar.   

Modesty of women.  
THough men can cover crimes with their stern looks,  
Poor women's faces are their own fault books.   

On a woman's tears.  
A Woman's tears are falling stars at night,  
Not sooner seen but quickly out of sight.   

A Constant Woman.  
COnstant in Love who tries a woman's mind,  
Wealth, beauty, wit, and all in her doth found.   

Passions of a Woman.  
A Woman's passions doth the fire resemble,  
Never alike, they sin if they dissemble.   

On the finding of Beauty.  
THe fairest flowers of beauty fades away,  
Like the fresh Lily in the sunshine day.   

Another on the same.  
Fair flowers that are not gathered in their prime,  
Rot and consume themselves in little time.   

On the power of Beauty.  
THe Libyan Lions lose their sternest might,  
If of a beauteous face they once get sight.   

Women envy one another's Beauty.  
IT is a common rule, that women never  
Love beauty in their Sex, but envy it ever.   

On a Beauty cloistered up.  
THings much retained do make us most desire them,  
And beauties seldom seen make us admire them.   

On Beauty in mean attire.  
IT is decreed that features shall content,  
And that true beauty needs no ornament.   

On Beauty not enjoyed.  
NEver were Cheeks of Roses, locks of Amber,  
Ordained to live imprisoned in a Chamber.   

Beauties for the Court.  
IN vain our friends from this do us dehort,  
For beauty will be where is most resort.   

Beauties not to be confined.  
HEaven made Beauty like herself to view,  
Not to be locked up in a smoky mew.  
A Rosy tainted feature is heaven's gold,  
Which all joy for to touch, all to be behold.   

On the excellency and power of Beauty.  
BEauty brings fancy to a dainty feast,  
And makes a man that else would be a beast.   

The effects of Beauty.  
BEauty in heaven and earth this grace doth win,  
It supples rigour, and it lessens sin.   

A wooing fit in verse.  
HE, Much ado I have god wots,  
I would love but thou wilt not.  
She, Reason, Sir, Men are not true,  
HE, Why was any false to you,  
Sweetest I have loved thee long;  
SHE, Yet Sir Love should do no wrong.  
HE, Prithee sweet come kiss me than,  
SHE, No Sir, Maids must kiss no men.  
HE, I the Heavens for witness crave,  
SHE, They will shine clear, though you're a knave.  
HE, Never loved a truer youth,  
SHE, Men do not always speak the truth,  
HE By all those vows that Lovers use,  
SHE, Thus they protest yet do abuse.  
And full often maids are deluded,  
When with kisses Love's concluded.   

A discourse of Love in verse.  BELL, 
When will Love be void of fears?  TELL, 
When jeaolusie hath neither eyes nor cares.  BELL, 
When is Love most malcontent,  TELL, 
When Lovers range and bear their bows unbent.  BELL, 
Tell me when Love is best fed,  TELL, 
When it hath sucked the sweet that ease hath bred.  BEL. 
When is lover's time ill spent,  TELL. 
When Love doth earn yet takes no rene,  BEL. 
When is time well spent in Love,  TELL. 
When deeds ensue, and words work Love,  BEL. 
What call'st thou Love, I prithee tell,  TELL. 
It is a fountain and that well,  
Where pleasure and repentance devil.  
It is a work on holy day,  
It is December matched with May.  BEL. 
I prithee fair one do not feign.  TELL. 
It is a sunshine mixed with rain,  
It is a toothache or like game:  
It is a yea, it is a Nay,  
A pretty kind of sporting fray,  BEL. 
Come, come, I'll hear not more, away.   

Another short wooing fit in verse.  I. 
SWeet soul to whom I vowed am a slave,  
Let me the enjoyment of my wishes have.  M. 
Sweet Sir, Let not a wretch that is so poor,  
Expect to hord up treasure for his store.  I. 
Yet still take heed lest thou thyself submit,  M. 
To one that hath his wealth, but wants his wit.  I. 
Prithee be silent, beauty takes in rent,  M. 
But folly bought is worse than money spent.  I. 
Well for this once, I'll take thee as thou art,  M. 
For richer for poorer agreed, mine own sweet heart.   

The fears and resolutions of two Lovers.  D. 
WHat wouldst thou wish tell me dear lover,  S. 
How I might but thy thoughts cover.  D. 
If my firm Love, I were denying,  
Tell me with sighs, wouldst thou be dying?  S. 
Those words in jest to hear thee speaking,  
For very grief this heart is breaking.  D. 
Yet wouldst thou change? I prithee tell me,  
In seeing one that did excel me?  S. 
O not, for how can I aspire,  
To more than to my own desire:  
This my mishap doth chief grieve me,  
Though I do swear't, you'll not believe me.  D. 
Imagine that thou dost not love me,  
But some beauty that's above me.  S. 
To such a thing sweet do not will me,  
The naming of the same will kill me.  D. 
Forgive me fair one, Love hath fears,  S. 
I do forgive, witness these tears.   

The wooing of a coy Dame.  R. 
THe cause my sweet thou dost deny,  M. 
Because thou dost not please my eye.  R. 
Thy reason why to me impart,  M. 
Thou dost offend and grieve my heart.  R. 
There is no heart so fierce and hard,  M. 
Nor person of so small regard.  R. 
The reason, doth thy Love control,  M. 
Thou dost torment my very soul.  R. 
O Remedy my loving smart,  M. 
I'll keep such danger from my heart.  R. 
Why dost thou thus thy beauty keep?  M. 
It will destroy it, Sir, to weep.  R. 
My passions dost thou mock at too?  M. 
Farewell Sir, without more t● do.   

A contention between a Wife, a Widow, and a Maid.  WIfe, 
If to be borne a maid be such a grace,  
So was I borne, and graced by nature too;  
But seeking more perfection to embrace,  
I did become a Wife, as others do.  WIDGINE. 
And if the Maid and Wife such honour have,  
I have been both, and hold a third degree,  
Most maids are wards, and every Wife a slave;  
I have my livery sued, and I am free.  MAID, 
That is the fault that you have maidens been,  
And were not constant to continued so,  
The falls of Angels did increase their sin;  
In that they did so pure a state forgo.  WIF. 
Why marriage is an honourable state,  WIDGINE. 
And widowhood is a reverend degree;  MAID, 
But maidenhead that will admit no mate,  
Like majesty itself must sacred be.  WIFE, 
The wife is mistress of her family,  WIDGINE. 
Much more the Widow, for she rules alone:  MAID, 
But Mistress of my own desires am I:  
When you rule others wills, and not your own.  WIFE, 
Only the Wife enjoys the virtuous pleasure,  WIDGINE. 
The Widow can abstain from pleasures known,  MAID. 
But the uncorrupted maid preserves such measure  
As being by pleasures would she cares for none.  WIFE, 
The Wife is as a Diamond richly set,  MAID, 
The maid unset, doth yet more rich appear;  WIDGINE. 
The Widow a jewel in the Cabinet.  
Which though not worn is still esteemed as dear.  WIFE, 
The wife doth Love and is beloved again,  WIDGINE. 
The Widow is awaked out of that dream,  MAID, 
The maids white mind hath never such a stain.  
No passion troubles her clear virtue's stream,  WIDGINE. 
Than what's a Virgin? but a fruitless bay,  MAID. 
And what's a Widow? But a roselesse briar,  
And what are wives, but woodbine's which decay,  
Yea stately Oakes, which by themselves aspire.  WIDGINE. 
Wives are as birds in golden cages kept,  WIFE, 
Yet in those Cages cheerfully they sing,  WIDGINE. 
Widow's are birds out of those Cages leapt,  
Whose joyful notes makes all the Forrestring.  MAID. 
But Maids are birds amidst the Woods secure,  
Which never hand could touch nor yet could take,  
Nor whistle could deceive, nor bait allure,  
But free unto themselves do music make.  WIFE, 
The Wife is as a Turtle with her mate,  WIDGINE. 
The widow as the widow dove alone,  
Whose truth shines most in her forsaken state.  MAID, 
The maid a Phoenix and is still but one.  WIFE 
The wife's a soul unto her body tied,  WIDGINE. 
The widow a soul departed into bliss,  MAID. 
The maid an Angel which was stellified,  
And now to as fair a house descended is.  WIFE, 
Wives are fair houses kept and furnished well,  WIDGINE. 
Widow's old Castles voided, but full of state.  M. 
But maids are temples where the gods do devil.  WIFE, 
An office well supplied is like a wife,  WIDGINE. 
The widow like a gainful office void,  MAID, 
But maids are like contentment in this life.  
Which all the world hath sought but none enjoyed.  MAID, 
Go wife to Dunmow, and demand thy hire  WIDGINE. 
Go gentle maid, and lead the apes in hell,  WIFE, 
Go widow make some younger brother rich.  
And than take thought, and dye, and all is well.  WIFE, 
Alas poor maid, thou hast no help nor stay,  WIDGINE. 
Alas poor wife that nothing dost possess,  MAID, 
Alas poor widow, charity doth say,  
Pity the widow and the father esse.  WIFE, 
We wives have children, what a joy is this?  WIDGINE. 
Widow's have children too, but maids have none,  MAID. 
Not more have Angels, yet they have more bliss.  
Than ever yet to mortal earth was known.  WIFE, 
The wife is like a fair manured field,  WIDGINE. 
The widow once was such, but now doth rest,  M. 
The maid like Paradise undressed until'd,  
Bear's crops of native virtue in her breast.  W. 
Who would not dye a wife as Lucrece did,  WIDGINE. 
Or live a widow as Penelope,  MAID. 
Or be a maid, and so be stellified,  
As all the virtues and the graces be.  W. 
Wives are like Apples served in golden dishes,  WIDGINE. 
Widow's good wine which time makes better much.  M. 
But maids are grapes desired by many wishes.  
But that they grow so high as none can touch.  W. 
I have a daughter equals you my girl.  M. 
The daughter doth excel the mother than,  
As pearls are better than the mother of pearl.  
Maids loose their value when they match with men.  
A maids the perfectest of created things,  
The purest gold that suffers no Alloy,  
The sweetest flower that on earth's bosom springs,  
The pearl unbored, whose price, not price can pay,  
The Christ all glass that will no venom hold,  
The mirror where in Angels love to look.  
Diana's bathing fountain clear and cold.  
Beauty's fresh rose, and virtues living book.  W. 
Maids cannot judge because they cannot tell,  
What comforts and what joves in marriage be.  M. 
Yes, yes, though blessed Saints in heaven do devil,  
They do the souls in Purgatory see.  W. 
There never was a wife that likeed her lot,  WIDGINE. 
Nor widow but was clad in mourning weeds,  M. 
Do what you will, marry, or marry not,  
both this estate, and that repentance breeds,   

A Lover and his Mistress.  LOver, 
whilst thou didst love me, and that neck of thine  
Moore white and soft than Roses silver down,  
Did wear a neck lace of no arms but mine;  
I envied not the King of Spain his Crown.  MIST. 
Whilst of thy heart, I was sole Sovereign,  
And thou didst sing none but my beauty's praise;  
Which now poor Maid thou dost so much disdain,  
I envied not the Queen of England's fame.  LOV. 
What though I sue to thee again for grace;  
And sing thy praises sweeter than before,  
If I within my heart imprint thy face,  
Wilt thou love me again, and love me more?  MIST. 
Thou shalt be than again my morning Star,  
Though lighter yet than floating Cork thou be;  
And than the Irish Sea more angry far:  
With thee I'll wish to live and die with thee.   

A Lover's discourse with his heart.  L. 
she's cold, thou hot, how can we than agreed,  H. 
Not nature now, but Love doth govern me.  L. 
What if her heart be hard, She stop her cares,  H 
I'll sigh aloud, and make it soft with tears  L 
Why than despair, go pack thee hence away,  H. 
I live in hope to have a happy day.   

A Discourse between a Lover, Death, and Cupid.  L. 
Come gentle death. D. who calls?  L. 
ones oppressed,  D. 
What is thy will?  L. 
that thou abridge my woe;  
By cutting of my life:  D: 
cease thy request,  
I cannot kill thee yet,  L: 
Alas, Why so?  . D 
Thou want'st thy heart.  L: 
Who stole that same away?  D. 
Love whom thou servest,  L: 
Entreat him if thou may.  L. 
Come Cupid, come.  C: 
Who calleth me so often,  L. 
Thy Vassal true whom thou shouldst know by right,  C. 
What makes thy cry so faint?  L: 
My vo●ce is soft.  
Quite broke and spent, with crying day and night.  C. 
What than, What's thy request?  L: 
that thou restore,  
To me my heart and steal the same not more.  
And thou O death, when I possess my heart,  
Dispatch me than at once.  D: 
Alas, Why so?  L. 
By promise thou art bound to end my smart.  D. 
But if thy heart return, than what's thy woe?  L. 
That brought from frost, it never will desire,  
To rest with me that am more hot than fire.   

Upon a scarf presented.  
TAke this scarf, bind Cupid hand and foot,  
So love must ask you leave before he shoot,   

Upon a pair of Sissers presented.  
THese Sissers do your house wifery bewray,  
You love to work though you are borne to play.   

Upon a lookingglass presented.  
BLind fortune doth not see how fair you be,  
But gives a glass that you yourself may see.   

Upon a Fan presented.  
YOu love to see, and yet to be unseen,  
Take than this Fan, to be your beauty's screen.   

On a plain gold Ring presented,  
FOrtune doth lend you, hap it well or ill,  
This plain gold Ring to wed you to your william.   

Upon a pair of Bracelets presented.  
LAdy, your hands are fallen into a snare,  
For Cupid's manacles these Bracelets are.   

Complemental and amorous Letters. A Letter to renew affection.  
ALthough I am assured I cannot dye,  
In your remembrance, yet I fear lest I  
Am like a picture veiled from the light,  
And so can yield no pleasure to the sight.  
Letters are Cupid's Bellowss that do blow,  
Lover's affections, until they do grow  
Into a flame, these do let Lovers found,  
The absent bodies pleasures by the mind.  
O let me than within your thoughts revive,  
And though we are fare distant let us strive:  
To meet in soul, Let love convey me to you,  
But in a dream, that I may set and woe you.  
Till I do meet again by fate's direction.  
With you the Mistress of my heart's affection.   

A Letter to persuade one to be Constant.  
COnstant Love and virtue are,  
In their qualities alike,  
Both in darkest nights shine fair,  
Like to stars which shoot and strike,  
Through the skies so love will be,  
Most known in sad adversity.  
Therefore Love, keep still one mind,  
Instruct the world how to Love,  
Though nature doth new changes found,  
Like a centre never move,  
But while misfortunes do turn round;  
About thee, be thou constant found.  
Love is like a sacred flame,  
Which quenched, can hardly be renewed,  
But is evermore the same,  
Than let constancy be showed,  
Virtue sets upon a square,  
And constant friends still constant are.  
Remember all our oaths and vows,  
The bond which I on thy lips sealed,  
Heaven no perjury allows.  
False hearts shall be at length revealed,  
Though place and time our hearts divide,  
They in a true Love's knot are tide.   

A Letter to a Maid from one that expected no portion.  
IT is your beauty fairest, not the wealth,  
Your father means to give you but yourself,  
That I do court, you have a stock of beauty,  
Which doth exact from me most humble duty.  
You have a smiling eye, whose every beam,  
Excels the glistering sands of Tagus' stream.  
You have a moist smooth tempting cherry lip,  
From whence great love himself may nectar sip,  
Such a fresh colour in your Cheek is spread,  
That Roses blush for anger and look dead,  
To see themselves excelled, white Lilies grow,  
High coloured, to think nature should bestow  
Such beauties on you, with which to compare,  
Flora's bright lustres but eclipsed are.  
Since thy fair cheeks are but by them set forth,  
This pale that blushing at thy admired worth.  
A brow so high, so fair, thence day doth break,  
When you do wake, and when you please to speak,  
The spheres stand still listening to hear,  
Thy voices harmony so sweet, so clear,  
That they do mend, their tunes thereby,  
To bear with thee a Sympathy.  
Let wretched misers than their treasures lock,  
Within their chests, I love thee in thy smock.  
Nay wert thou wrapped but in a linen blanket,  
Thy naked self could all my senses banquet.  
Which to confirm, let but thy love be mine,  
Here's heart and hand to witness, I am thine.   

A Letter to excuse the not visiting a friend at ones departure out of Town.  
MY business doth ascribe this forced neglect,  
Of visit, not to want of due respect.  
But to the violence of my affairs,  
That do transport me hence to meet with cares.  
And make me most unfortunate to be,  
Deprived of your happy company.  
But in my absence think I do remain,  
Your servant till I do return again.  
Yours, I G.   

To a Sweet heart fare absent in the Country.  
THe Country now is happier than the City,  
Enjoying thy sweet face which is so pretty,  
That Hobnail fellows staring do gaze on thee,  
As if thou wert some new come deity.  
Me thinks I see thee look beneath a hat,  
Most sweet and lovely, and thou askest what,  
In market is the price of this and that,  
Than tripping home thou steppest o'er each stile,  
Which makes my fancy in conceit to smile,  
O stile think I; thou wert in happy case,  
If thou hadst my eyes or I had thy place,  
Than coming home putst of thy  again,  
And makest thy bed most happy to contain,  
Thy pretty limbs and than I wish to be,  
Your bedfellow to bear you Company,  
Farewell my dearest sweet heart, loveliest Lass,  
That dost in features, Ladies far surpass.   

A Complemental Letter sent to a Lady.  
MAdam since that you are both great and good,  
Moore noble by your virtues than your blood,  
Whose titles only are the badge and seal  
Of the soul's worth, which actions best reveal.  
Pardon the high ambition of my love,  
That scorning meaner objects, or to move  
In an inferior Orb, below that Sphere,  
Where fair resplendent Venus shineth clear.  
Doth thus advance, and raise itself to found  
Beauty and virtue both in one conjoined,  
And since that my affection stands thus fair,  
Built on a noble ground and on the square  
Of virtue, this alone implies, I am  
No dunghill borne, but a true Gentleman,  
For never can a narrow mind possessed,  
With the opinion that low thoughts are best,  
And easy in obtaining, hope to mount,  
His love to any object of account.  
Man doth not frame his own mind, nor compose,  
Those soft affections which from beauty flows.  
Love hath no golden arrow but the beams,  
Shot from your eyes, the which the fond boy means  
To shoot at Rovers, and since it chanced that I,  
stood in the wav, whilst that his shafts did fly,  
Sweet Lady look upon my wounded heart,  
For Ladies heretofore by physics art,  
Did heal those pilgrims whom religion drew,  
To take great journeys, holy Saints to view;  
This superstition made the world a baby,  
But I am confident in you fair Lady:  
That you can hear my prayers, and also cure,  
The wound of love, whose torture I endure.  
Than since that you can hear my just complaint,  
I'll be a pilgrim to no other Saint.   

A Letter to a Gentlewoman on a Sigh.  
FAirest you desire to know  
Why I so often sigh, Hi, Ho,  
It is not to cool loves fire,  
Every sigh doth raise it higher,  
Nor is it to blow my flame,  
Thereby to increase my pain,  
But to show the reason better,  
In my sigh mark every letter.  
The first H. stands for your hard heart,  
The I, stands for your eye my smart.  
The other H. my heart doth show,  
The O, the vowel is your no.  
Thus your hard heart and beauteous eye,  
And no, which doth my suit deny,  
Are the cause why I do break  
My heart with sighs which only speak  
In a language known to me,  
Thus interpreted to be.  
And now you know the reason why,  
I do so often Hi, Ho, cry.   

A Letter to excuse the abrupt taking of a kiss.  
IF that I did offend and do amiss,  
In forcing from you a constrained kiss;  
Pardon my Love, that thus did think to pled,  
And in behalf of me to intercede.  
Which if it hath offended, at the bar  
Of mercy kisses to be pardoned are.  
Fairest with others, let your creature sue,  
Entreat and beg, that you would mercy show,  
And whilst my kisses beg, happy were I,  
If I might but so rich a beggar dye.   

A Letter to request a Courtesy.  
THe knowledge of your virtue makes me bold,  
Upon your favour, and thus to enfold  
My own desires, in hope you will be free,  
In granting of an honest courtesy.  
Since a request which is made to a friend,  
Should have a just aim at a noble end.  
Such is my suit, for I should blush to own  
A thought which being to my friend made known,  
Should move his anger, therefore let me found  
A true expression of your generous mind  
Adding this courtesy to many more,  
Till bacl again, I can the like restore.   

A Letter to a beautiful Gentlewoman, that was resolved to live and dye a Maid.  
ARe you so young, so handsome and so pretty.  
And yet resolve to dye a maid? 'tis pity,  
Nature did give you beauty not to show,  
Unto the world, but that you might bestow,  
It on some others, and raise up your like,  
Hath Cupid not one arrow left to strike  
Your gentle bosom, or else will you devil,  
Within a Nunnery, or a Hermit's cell?  
And  want of nature's recreation,  
Commit sin, by a wanton speculation?  
Look on the Pelican, and Turtle Dove,  
They both are mild and chaste, yet both do Love.  
Look on the Eglantine and wood bind tree,  
Circling the Elm and such a maid should be.  
Who should with sweet embraces gently wind,  
About her Lover, while he proves as kind.  
And doth fast hold her in his loving arms,  
Whilst true affection both their soft hearts warms.  
Than do not prove an enemy to nature,  
But place your Love on me, divinest creature,  
That being come into the pleasant fields,  
Of Love, may reap the harvest that love yields.  
For if to love you live not, you are dead,  
Than live and love and lose your maiden head.   

A Letter to a Gentlewoman in excuse of long absence.  
MY unkind fate deserveth blame, not I,  
In robbing me of your blessed company,  
And thus my thoughts seem to suggest and say,  
Writ not to me, but come yourself away.  
O could you fancy by imagination.  
The sorrow I sustain in contemplation.  
Of my long absence, how I sigh and groan,  
And oftentimes do play upon the drone  
Of a Tobacco-pipe, to refresh my wits,  
When they are in sad discontented fits,  
You would than pardon me who now do live,  
Forlorn in sorrow, and do sigh, and grieve,  
To think on you, whose presence I desire,  
And burn the more, the further from the fire,  
As flowers in winter hid their drooping head,  
And all their glory is quite vanished,  
When the bright sun withdraweth his warm light,  
And leaves the world deprived of his sight,  
So I like to a flower upon the stalk,  
Whither, whilst I in discontent do walk,  
Wanting those beams of comfort which proceed  
From your fair eyes, that do both warm and feed,  
My cold distressed heart, for how can I  
But droop, deprived of your company?  
I have no essence now, for I did hold,  
My life from you, I gave away and sold  
Myself unto your service, still to be,  
Your constant servant and your votary,  
And though I must be absent some few hours,  
Yet know dear love, my heart is sealed yours.   

A Complemental Letter.  
HEaven bless my Love in whose sweet favour,  
I desire alone to thrive,  
Let fickle minds seek change and waver,  
To be constant I will strive,  
Yours I am, and have no thought  
That can reach beyond my Love,  
But down to you 'tis ●●…ickly brought,  
From heaven below, to heaven above.  
You are my heaven here of content,  
Wither my thoughts do aspire,  
This life is but a kind of Banishment,  
Till I enjoy my hearts desire.  
Therefore before my winged soul hence fleet,  
Let this one comfort unto you be given,  
That in the sphere of love our souls may meet,  
And both together take their flight to heaven.   

A maid's Letter fearing a growing shame.  
BLame not a Maid, if she doth thus discover,  
What she doth blush to tell, her faithless Lover.  
I know I urge but an unhappy suit,  
Who loves the tree when he hath got the fruit?  
Yet think upon your vows and false temptation,  
Let former love move your commiseration,  
This paper will not blush, whilst it doth tell,  
That former pleasures now make sorrows swell.  
You have enough undone me, do not be,  
For too much kindness cruel unto me.  
Think on the story of the Trojan Queen,  
In whom my picture may be lively seen.  
For when that she had made herself the feast,  
To entertain Encas her false guest,  
He hoist up his sails, and ne'er would view  
The Royal Queen whom his unkindness slew.  
Poor silly maid deceived by your temptation,  
I was o'ercome, our stories have relation.  
I do entreat you than if you would have  
A happy life, and found a quiet grave;  
That you would view me, not as in Love's bed,  
But in the Paradise of my maidenhead.  
And had I so continued, I had been  
Preserved in Virgin pureness, clear from sin.  
Now like a weeping penitent, I come,  
In hope to move you to compassion.  
Restore the ruins of my maiden honour,  
And think thus with yourself, shall I go from her,  
That was so kind to me that she would venture,  
On promised marriage, to seal loves indenture?  
O hear thy Conscience that would thus inform thee,  
And for my loving folly, do not scorn me.  
But let your Love be mutually expressed,  
In confidence whereof my rhoughts do rest.   

A Letter of thanks to a Gentlewoman for some favour received.  
ALL is from your free mercy, for I know,  
All merits are cried down, as far below  
Your favours, wh●ch you do most freely leave,  
With such as be unworthy to receive  
Such livelv comforts, but therein I found,  
The true divinity of a worthy mind.  
That on the poorest and unworthiest spirit,  
Doth let fall blessings far beyond all merit.  
And with this bounty, you excite and move,  
My soul to wonder and admire your love.  
Knowing not how to tender thanks as due,  
For such expressions, which so fair do show,  
That the endeavour of my life will be,  
Too mean requitals of your courtesy.  
But yet I hope to prove no barren sand,  
Nor by ingratitude, a fruitless land.  
That doth deceive the husbandman's desires,  
And both his limbs, and expectation tires.  
But all my powers shall labour with much strength,  
Of thankfulness, to pay your love at length.  
And may I ne'er know comfort if I prove  
Ungrateful to the merit of your love.   

To Mistress Penelope, Nature's Masterpiece, the lover expresses his flames of affection,  
WOnder of beauty on whom I repose  
Such hope of comfort, that I must disclose  
To you my secret thoughts, and dare to name  
My sufferings, how I martyred in the flame  
Of your affection burn, Let not your scorn,  
Increase my sorrows, so to make me mourn.  
Till love increase in strength, and do blaze higher,  
And my sad ashes, are consumed with fire.  
Which should not be, for I do not alone  
Dote on those beams which from your eves are thrown.  
Nor on your cheeks which are the nuptial bed,  
Where Roses are with Lilies muryed.  
Nor on your lips which closed seem to smother  
Their beauty, and do only kiss each other,  
These pieces of your beauty with a smile,  
May seem to build up a sweet funeral pile.  
For common Lovers, but my fancy took,  
Another course, for it doth dare to look  
Into your soul, which crowned with virtue sits,  
Governed by reason, not by passions fits,  
And wears a powerful charm, that both inspires  
All hearts with holy thoughts and good desires,  
For virtue hidden from the common sight,  
Shines out in you, as glistering stars by night  
Peep through a cloud, that all may gaze and see,  
Your glorious parts, clothed in mortality.  
So that I am afraid here to describe,  
Your sweet perfections, lest they should be spied  
By Angels, who dressed in some mortal shape,  
Would from the heavens make a swift escape.  
To Court you in a dream, and so would stay,  
With you on earth, forgetful of the way.  
Back unto heaven, whilst that they did prove,  
Rivals to me, in seeking of your love.  
Therefore the flames of my affections are,  
Ingenuous, and not like the common snare  
Of Love, which is placed only in the blood,  
For though I burn my pain is understood  
By such a character, as may be given,  
Though it is a flame, it is derived from heaven.  
Kindled from a small spark, that here doth shine,  
On earth, and hath a nature that's divine.  
O Sweet Penelope thy beauties be  
But a fair abstract or epitome  
Of brightest lustres, or a stream that lead  
Me on, unto the purest fountains head,  
Than let me burn still, with a flame most clear,  
From sinful dregss, so that my love appear  
An imitation of divinest love;  
And if my flames too violent do prove,  
This shall at last be my concluding prayer,  
Let heaven and Penelope both share  
Of my poor heart, which thus now burning lies,  
Being her martyr, and heaven's sacrifice.   

To Mistress E.B. Sent her with a RING.  
ROund is the world, and so is love,  
No art can found out the beginning  
Of circles, those on seas do move,  
Come round again, by natures bringing,  
And those that travel in love's ring,  
From one point do at first begin,  
Of affection, and having found,  
Love for love are than come round.  
So this ring sent, shall be  
Love's compass, both to you and me,  
By which we to sail may venture,  
Till we meet both in one centre.   

To a pretty witty scornful Gentlewoman being proud of her beauty, and after troubled with the green sickness.  
IF I were young as you are, I would prove,  
A tyrant unto all, that sought my love,  
To flout them, and to hear Narcissus cry,  
Echo O Echo, for thy love I die,  
And perish in the funotaine of thy face,  
What art thou gone, and leav'st me in this case?  
I'll walk away, and my sad story tell,  
Unto the Ghosts that in Elysium devil.  
Thus might I play the mad man but my dear  
And fairest creature in whom doth appear  
Glorious perfections, tell me would you have  
Me dye for love, or weep into my grave?  
And give my body to the Worms to eat,  
Their legacy, on one, is woman's meat.  
O not, your knowledge will instruct you fuller,  
And tell you, that your own cheek is grown duller  
Than it was usual, death it seems hath strooke,  
A paleness in it, and away hath taken  
The former beauty, which he did to be  
Revenged, for your scornfulness to me.  
Death says, that you this choice shall only have,  
Either to marry me, or else your grave.   

To a weeping Widow, wishing her to wipe away Tears, with the conceit of a second Husband.  
ENough of Tears, their date expires,  
Do not three days raise fresh desires  
In you, or have you all sense lost,  
Is your blood turned to a frost?  
A widow's grief should always be  
An out side of formality,  
Or like a hearse cloth, that is laid,  
Upon the Coffin, which conveyed  
Into the grave, the mourning black,  
Is folded up, and so sent bacl.  
Your sorrow like the cloth laid on,  
The hearse, should not be convaid home  
With you, why should you vex yourself,  
With fruitless sorrows, can your wealth  
Or tears, which from your eyes do rain,  
Call your late spouse to life again?  
O would you do him so much wrong,  
That he having gotten from the throng  
Of men, out of this world to be  
Blest with the Angel's company;  
Should back again return to give  
Comfort to you, and here to live  
A second pilgrimage, would you wish,  
Him for you to leave heaven's bliss?  
Be comforted, and let not sorrow  
From your face such beauty borrow,  
But make it lovely, black becomes,  
Only funerals and Nuns.  
There is no music in the grave,  
Though one be lost, still you may have  
Another husband, and I am bold,  
To ask you, whether you can hold,  
A good opinion, of my Love,  
Which in these characters doth move  
As active, to give you content,  
You know sweet widow, what is meant  
By active, you do never blush,  
At words, nor yet once pish or tush,  
As maids do use in modesty,  
Who will their own desires deny.  
For Widows with a better apprehension,  
Should know, the secretest thoughts intention,  
Than fair one, if this letter woe you,  
Let it not be unwelcome to you.  
But when you do rip up the Seal,  
And read what this sheet doth reveal  
Unto your knowledge, let your blood  
Inform you, that the lines are good,  
Touching quick, and he that writ  
This Letter, doth your fancy fit.  
For letters unto widows sent,  
Should be like challenges full bend,  
To dare them from City or Court,  
To play a prize, at Cupid's sport.  
But you will say that I do jest,  
And do maintain within my breast  
A wanton flame, I cannot mourn  
With you, nor yet with sorrow turn  
Like Niobe into a stone, but live  
I would that I might comfort give  
To you sweet widow, than be content,  
To make me yours, sans compliment.   

To a young Maid.  
COme thou fairest masterpiece,  
Of nature's work, her golden fleece,  
Let me enjoy thee, flower, will fade,  
If not refreshed, die not a maid,  
Let us agreed to appoint a day,  
To gather flowers, why should you stay  
So long a Virgin, what have you done,  
To nature and yourself? a Nun  
Deserves not beauty, it is a mate,  
Makes Cupid's darling fortunate.  
Since youth and beauty than invite  
You thus to play, for your delight,  
Let loves tables opened be,  
Fear not, you are well matched with me,  
Stake your maidenhead, you shall choose,  
Whether you will win or lose,  
Or if you lose, I do believe,  
You will not for your loss once grieve.   

To a young Gentlewoman, that disdained her Lover  
ONce more I have presumed to ease my grief,  
With these sad lines, in hope of some relief,  
O wretched I, that suffer in the flame,  
Of love, yet dare not of my love complain,  
Nor sighs nor tears, will I in this case use,  
Nor thee my love, will I at all accuse,  
Since 'tis my cruel fate, that I must be  
Martyred with love, and only dye for thee.  
Yet let me ask one question, are they lest  
Rewarded with true love, that do love best,  
Or is it but in me, held an offence,  
To love you, since that the sweet influence,  
Of one fair smile from you, renews life's flame,  
And one sad frown, can put it out again,  
Like a third sister? If you Love deny,  
You cut my thread of life, and I must dye.   

A complemental Letter to a Beautiful young Gentlewoman.  
FOr me to praise your beauty, would appear  
A flattery, for when the sun shines clear,  
All do admire his beams, even so your eyes,  
Are like to stars, that shine in beauties skies,  
And have a kind of influence below,  
To make hearts all obedience to you show,  
Your cheeks are Roses, and your hair is amber,  
The odor of your breath perfumes your Chamber,  
Your lips are like unto the respasse berry.  
Or like unto a full ripe swelling cherry,  
Your brow is Cupid's bow, most sweetly bend,  
From whence loves golden arrow still is sent,  
Your breasts are like unto a pair of mountains,  
Not yet resolved into nectar fountains,  
Till love a pleasant moisture to them brings,  
And raises up on them two happy springs,  
But than below, there lies the happy valley,  
Where young Adonis did with Venus dally.  
And to behold it seemed much ashamed,  
He blushed, and so this valley is yet unnamed.  
Yet howsoever it be not expressed,  
Lovers have fancies, to conceive it best,  
Thus I acknowledge you, divinest creature,  
To be a model of the sweetest feature.  
Than since that nature hath adorned each part.  
With such perfections, I do hope your heart,  
Is of so sweet a temper, to let fall  
Pity on him, who doth not know at all  
The art of Compliments, for Love is best,  
When it is naked, with plain words expressed,  
Yet if you please to reckon me for one,  
That am devoted in affection,  
Unto your service, I shall repute of this,  
As earth's chief happiness and heaven's bliss.    


Phrases, for the beginnings of Letters, for our greater speed in our urgent occasions.  
DEsiring to refresh the memory of your good william.  
I thank you for the courtesy I received at your hands.  
I pray you honour me so much, as to bear my Niece company.  
Let me request this courtesy at your hands.  
I must entreat you to have me excused.  
I am wonderfully taken with the reading of your Letters.  
Sir, I am not ignorant of the affection you bear to me.  
There shall be nothing wanting in me who have been always tender of your honour.  
Sir, I have well considered of your friendship, and the worthy affection you bear me.  
Sir, Let me advice you, not to let slip this opportunity.  
Excuse me, if my haste force me to be too familiar with you.   

Phrases for the conclusions of Letters in haste.  
Wherefore I pray you advice me, or give me counsel, since in all things you may dispose of me.  
Wherhfore be pleased to excuse me.  
Wherhfore I do again desire you.  
I will employ all my power in it.  
The best interest, or use which you shall have for the money you lent me, is, that I will here confess and subscribe myself, your, etc.  
So as you will have a little patience, I will do you reason, or, I will do all that shall be fitting.  
When you shall have need of my ware, or of any thing my shop affords, it is at your command, or service.  
In any thing, wherein I shall have the means to serve you, I will do it with a very good william.  
If you have need of me, I pray you spare me not since I am always yours.  
If you think good, I pray you sand for it, for it is at your command.  
I shall acquit myself therein, as I should do in my own business.  
You shall found me always ready to obey you.  
If you deal well with me now, you will give me occasion to pleasure you another time.  
If you sand not the sum you own me, you will constrain me to take some other course.  
I pray you advice me in it.  
I will ever do it with all my heart:  
I will not fail to advertise you.  
All that I have, it is at your command.  
I will take the boldness to salute you, with my most humble recommends.  
I shall do it with as good a will, as I now recommend me to your good favour, with my prayers to God, to give you even what your heart desireth.  
Desiring God to give you the continuance, and increase of all kind of prosperity, with my prayers to God, to give you, with your perfect health, the accomplishment of your wishes.  
Praying to God for your contentment. Even so I take my leave.  
And so I rest or remain for ever, evermore, always, Yours, etc.    

The Garden-Knot of fair and rare Letters of Compliment.  

An offer of service.  
SIr, These strokes of my hand, shall serve to entreat you to honour me with yours, and to confirm to you anew the purpose I have always had in my soul, which is a perfect will to live faithfully, that I may die constant.  
Yours, Sir.   

Another.  
SIr, This my duty shall confirm the rest, which I desire to yield you by my service. With this request, that you hold me still in your remembrance, as him that shall never affect other merit than that of obeying you, whereby to be by you esteemed,  
Sir, The most obedient of all Your servants.   

Another upon the sending of a token.  
SEE, Sir, I do not forget you, witness this present, and a thousand more evidences, which I shall give you for security of my continued affection; and in all occasions, you shall find me what I profess, that is,  
Sir, Yours.   

A Letter of request to entertain a friend.  
SIr, If I can tell how to crave of you, much better can I obey you: but for lack of your commands, I make my prayers to you and especially for this, to honour this friend of mine with your favour; he shall be obliged, and bound to you; he, as indifferent, and I, Sir, as  
Your most affectionate Servant.   

Another to the same effect.  
Sir,  
MY passionate desire to do you service emboldens me to take pen in hand, to beseech you to do this friend of mine a favour; the matter is but small, but the acknowledgement shall be great. I shall expect this courtesy of you, as you from me will look for all manner of service, sigh in very deed Sir, I am  
Your most humble Servant.   

A Letter for Answer to requests.  
I Honour your requests too much to refuse them, much more your commands to refuse them; so that by obliging you, I content myself. I have therefore effected your will, which I accounted mine own, with as much vehemence, as shall be requisite for your service: for whilst I am any thing, Sir, I am,  
Your Servant.   

Another humble expression of ones self to a friend.  
SIr, I am so destined to obey you, that I never had a more passionate desire in my soul for any thing, endeavour than to content me, by making use of my services, for they belong to you, and I bestow them on you; without reserving aught, but the honour of that employment, sigh that will make me still appear, wheresoever I am, like myself, which is,  
Your most humble, etc.   

Another.  
SIr, Your requests are effected, and by consequent, my desires accomplished; the one depending on the other: for the lest of those things that may pleasure you, shall be always my contentment. Spare not than my services, that I may obey you; for should they be unworthy of your commands, remember at lest, how they proceed, Sir, from  
Your most humble Servitor.   

A Letter of Excuse.  
SIr, Though you were deprived of my Letters, you were not of my remembrance: but if the want of a good opportunity will excuse me, my good will must satisfy you. And indeed I had no news to sand you, Sir, save only, that I am always  
Yours.   

To a sick friend.  
SIR, Being ascertained of your sickness, I was no more in doubt of mine own harm, sigh the lest you feel, is to me an extreme grief. Now if my prayers can do any thing for your health, and consequently, for my comfort, you will be soon well, and I content,  
Sir, Who am, your most humble.   

A Letter to her Sweet heart.  
YOu bind me and unbind, pardon me fairest, if this word offend thee, when you tell me you love me, can I have any greater obligation? the offence is not small that you had not written to me, but that you promised me, for I am indebted to your promise, and not to your love: remember I beseech you that I am not yours, because I have promised you, but because I am truly yours, and that I desire not Letters for the conditions that are between us, but for the sole witness of your good will not welcomming them as merchandizes, but as being sent me from a wounded heart,  
Thus I am thine, Farewell.   

A Letter from a quondam Mistress.  
SIr, since I am constrained by my father's commands, I must entreat you to end that love which heretofore I conjured you to keep eternal. I am intended for an advancement, yet can I not leave sensibly to feel the separation of our loves, yet since it is folly to contrary that which must fall out otherwise, I counsel you to arm yourself with strong resolutions, and so to forget all that hath passed between us that you have no memory of me, as I for duties sake am constrained to forget thee,  
Being now not my own.   

His Answer.  
Go paper more happy than him that sends thee, accompanied with thy blots instead of tears kiss her hands, which having kissed, since she hath rob me of my heart, certify her that day and night, I turn myself into streams of tears to wash away her unfaithfulness, tell her faithful paper that by unbending the bow she can never heal the wound which she hath made in her faith, and my love, and that my griefs shall witness to the world that as she is most fair, so she is most unconstant to her Lover who can find content in nothing but death, and therefore bids her for ever farewell.   

A Letter to a Lord protesting Love.  
SIR, I received your Letter and withal perused those undeserved commendations of my perfections as you call them, to which you annexed the protestations of your service, which you must give me leave to question, for I shall always doubt whither so honourable a personage as your Lordship can yield service to so mean a Lady, or if Love had such power, whether you would obey: now worthy Sir, upon these warrants and your free offers of service, I bind you by a courteous request to conclude a speedy peace, that I may without danger of hostility repair to Diana's temple, so shall I be bound to do you any honourable favour, Farewell.   

His short answer.  
MY dearest, if the dissembling which you enjoin me to, be to 'cause me to dye of grief, you may easily do it with a frown, and than my death will give you a speedy and deplorable demonstration how truly I have loved you, Farewell.   

Her Answer.  
IF there be any thing in you that pleases me, your death is the lest: the acknowledgement of your fault hath satisfied me, and I will have no other revenge of your boldness than the miseries you suffer: know yourself better hereafter.  
Farewell, and live, cherish yourself and hope.   

A Letter on his Mistress in his absence.  
Fairest, I left thee with grief, but am returned with pleasure and contentment, deny me not therefore thy presence, but let me see thee, that I may recount my fortunes to thee who art the fortune of my fortunes,  
Farewell.   

A Letter protesting affection.  
IF I have not always loved you, let me never be beloved of any, if my affections do ever change, let my present misfortunes never change, If you believe not the oath I have made you, take what proof you will of me, and you shall found that I am more yours, than I can assure you by my true, but most feeble words, Farewell.   

To congratulate a friend.  
SIr, I much rejoice at the success of your business, and even so, as if it had arrived to me, I could not more celebrated it in my soul; so much do I tender your content: but this is but a duty, to the friendship I own you; and a necessity, to the zeal I have to your service, wherein I do but oblige me to myself: mean while be it how it will, the same proceeds but from,  
Sir, Your most humble.   

A farewell to a friend going a necessary Voyage.  
SIr, an irksome necessity deprives me a long while from the honour of your presence (but not without grief) for your conversation is so pleasing to me, that I have always preferred it before all manner of delights. judge now therefore, if separated from you, I can live content: but for all that, I must suffer this harm, sigh it is necessary for my good. Mean while, remember yourself, that I shall never forget you, and where ever I be, will appear as I am,  
Sir, Yours.   

Excuse.  
SIr, If lawful excuses exempt duty, I am absolved of the promises I have made you, through the importunity of affairs that have befallen me: it grieves me nevertheless, for not keeping my word with you, and that grief, with my good will, may satisfy you, I shall shortly do myself the happiness to see you, and the honour to serve you,  
Sir, Sigh I am Yours, etc.   

Of a new married man to his Brother in Law.  
SIr, The honour of your alliance is so dear to you, that I shall never think me more happy, than when I shall deem myself capable to deserve it. This duty will witness to you, how considerable you are with me, which at once hath given me, with the desire to know you, the will to serve you, I have no other passion in my soul, nor other ambition, in my designs: it is all I hope for, it is every thing I look for, yea, with so much impatience as I have left of my liberty (after so sweet a servitude) to live faithful, that I may dye constant  
Sir, The most humble of your Servants.   

A Letter by way of protestation.  
SIr, The honour of your friendship so obligeth me to make some worthy acknowledgement, that I am all full of will to serve you, and as full of default in the performance; I will therefore wait the time and occasion, wherein by your command I may signallize my obedience, which shall always, and wheresoever I be, make me appear as I am,  
Sir, That is, Your, etc.   

Another of a friend obliged by favours.  
SIR, you still delight in obliging such as are most beholding unto you; I am witness of it, and your courtesy is the trial: so that I am ashamed to be always engaged, without so much as the hope ever to acknowledge the favour rightly. Nevertheless, if a fervent passion perfectly zealous for your service, can satisfy you in my defaults, accept of it, I beseech you, since it proceeds,  
Sir, From your most humble, etc.   

To complain for some offence.  
SIR, Your words offend much, and your deeds much more; I pity them both; the one makes you seem mild, and the other, rash; I think you are not the man to repent it: but he that does ill, is not absolved for being sorry for it, be must do penance for it. Look to your own matters therefore, that you may never talk of others. I take nothing in jest, when one pinches me. If you doubt it, there's my Name, which shall make good my words.  
N.   

A presentment of service.  
Mistress, It is long since, that too much discretion hath kept me from writing to you; and it may be too much boldness permits it me now: I pray you therefore pardon me, before you judge me guilty: that so I may be rather absolved, than accused: for although I had no other purpose, than to tender you my service, as now I do, with my faith to boot, for assurance of my fidelity: yet am I fearful of too much undertaking: but howsoever, chastise me as you please. Mistress, there's my Name and Surname,  
Your humble, and most affectionate Servant.   

Another of Love.  
Mistress, Sigh at the sole aspect of your eyes, my heart sighs for love, as taken with your wonders; I shall incessantly bless the day of your acquaintance, and consequently of her that is the most perfectly fair on earth: and already resigning my will to yours, I will so passionately cherish my thraldom, that the fear alone of being free will make me miserable. Make good my purpose than Sweet, Mistress, But always in this quality, of your most affectionate Servant.   

Another.  
Mistress, When to admire you I stayed mine eyes at your object, my heart insensibly taken, bewailed her captivity; so as I found myself in love, before I had so much as the hope to be so. And yet I should not complain; I rather will bless the day that bereft me of my liberty with the sole arms of your merits, without reserving any freedom to myself,  
Mistress, other than the word to speak me, Your servant.   

Another.  
LAdy, I have such an inclination to your love, that I must neds be destined for your service. Now if it be a fatal instinct in me, that my obeisance should wait upon the honour of your commands, is it not necessary for you,  
Mistress, To believe me to be your servant?   

Another.  
Mistress, If admiration have only eyes for your beauty, and if Cupid be not blind, but to eschew hurts from you, can I have an heart without loving you, or a soul without adoring you? And can I be mortal, and not sensible of your charms? O not, Mistress, I have too much honour, in being your Captive; and too much glory, in being your slave.   

Another.  
Mistress, This instant letter will tell you I am your servant. If you ask me the cause: It is your merit, and the effect shall be my obedience, if you deem me as worthy of your commands, as you are of my services, I have a Mistress to my wish, and by consequence, am  
Your Servitor, etc.   

Another.  
Mistress, I am yours: for having nothing to offer you worthy of your merit, I bestow myself; but it is as your Captive and slave.   

Another.  
Sigh your eyes have wounded my heart, the wound is mortal. If I must die, it shall be for love. Happy death, happy cause! I will have no remedy, for my heart is too noble to crave a cure. Confess only you have vanquished me, and I shall confess my defeat, being it proceeds from the most perfect creature on earth.   

A Letter of a despairing Lover.  
Sometimes Love, at this time the despair of Love, hath put the pen into my hand, with a purpose if it return me no redress, to change it into a sword, which promises me a full though a cruel healing; the blank paper which you have sent me, for an answer, is a testimony of my innocency, since it is as if you had said, you have found nothing to accuse me of, from whence otherwise could your silence proceed? if you have any remembrauce of my faithful service, for pity I desire of you either life or death: this is all that is requested at your hands by your despairing Lover.   

Her answer.  
DRaw from your evil the knowledge of your good: if you had not been beloved, you could never have had a sense of any thing; till you are forgiven, you shall not know your offence: in the mean space hope and live.   

To a Lady promising revenge on his enemy.  
MAdam, who doubts of my innocency shall be guilty and offend against truth, closed eyes see not the light, though without a shadow it shine on them, especially when those eyes are shut against the brightness of my justice: therefore if the blood of mine enemy cannot wash away my stain, I will voluntarily add thereunto mine own, since that I have no other way to preserve my life left me, I am ready to tender it; farewell.   

Her answer.  
SIR, The wounds of the body are not always healed, though they be out of danger, not more they of the mind; but having removed the difficulties by your valour and prudence, you must give time leave to work her ordinary actions, in the mean space she that loves you waits an opportunity till the blemishes of your honour are washed of by the expressions of your virtues, that you may appear clear, and as bright as day again in the eyes of her that admires you.   

A Lovers offer of his service to his Mistress.  
Fair Mistress, had I virtue to persuade you as you have power to make me love you the discovery of my blazing affections would melt you, were you a mountain of Ice, to pity, but for that love is more vehement in the heart, than in the tongue; I appeal to your motions for grace, if you have ever loved; if not, I hope for such justice at Venus' hands, that you shall thus much I say, though I place no confidence in my own wishes, because they convert to air, yet I presume of my own endeavours, for that I have vowed my life to death, to do you service, of which you can have no better assurance, than to employ me, nor I a higher favour than to be  
Yours.   

A letter of a lover, requesting speedy remedy  
GOod Madam, Martyr me not with doubts, since my affections are so violent, and the excellence of your beauty doth so exceed, so that the full power of love hath made me in the state of flaming flax, which is presently to be quenched, or will suddenly burn: thus longing for your gracious and sudden answer, I kiss your hand, and am Not more my own.   

A Letter from a languishing lover.  
MOre of zeal to do you service, than desire I have to live, I here present you my consumed self, only kept alive by the light of your fair beauty, that sitteth crowned in the palace of my heart, which bleeding at your feet, beggeth the means of my cure: if you vouchsafe it I live; if not, you must see my death: and thus doubtful between both, till I kiss your sweet answer, I remain,  
Unto my last gasp Yours.   

Her Answer.  
I Am not cruel, though with difficulty I consent to love; and for th●t your passions are so extreme, I keep your picture in my bosom, but with what thought, I blush to writ, though pity be my warrant, so that I leave the event of our love to your consideration: for know sweet Sir, that being overcome to see your passions so great, I cannot but commit my love, my honour, myself, and all to your affection, and wise government, Farewell.   

A Letter to his Mistress.  
FAirest, since it is a common thing to love and a miracle to subdue affection, Let it not seem strange that I am a slave to your beauty, nor wonder though I sue for grace, since the lover like a sick patient, is enforced to seek comfort of his mistress: to prove that I love you, needs no other testimony than the witness of your rare perfections, for the present I balm my wounds with a hope that I shall kiss your gracious hand, and that your answer will return an acceptance of the service of him  
Whose heart waiteth on your Beauty.   

A Letter to his Mistress, upon service enjoined.  
Fair Nymph, May all contents and pleasures devil with you, as all mine depend on you, I perceive now you command me to action, but Love which is ever accompanied with doubts commands me to tremble, but let heaven do with me what it pleaseth, I know it will not deny me a grave.   

A Letter complainining of the cruelty of his Mistress.  
FAirest, If your eyes were as full of variety as they are to 'cause love, the sweetness which they promise' at the first, would make me adore them with as much contentment as they have produced in me of vain hope; but so fare are they from the performance of their deceitful promises, that they will not so much as confess them, and so wide from healing my hurt, that they will not acknowledge themselves Authors, as if with you they purpose to equal cruelty with beauty, since you have ordained that the affection that you have caused to be born in me should cruelly dye in me, was there ever a more unpitifull mother but I, who held more dear that which came from you than my life, being unable to suffer so great an injustice, am resolved to carry my affections with me into the grave, hoping that the heavens moved at last, will through my patiented suffering, make me as dear to you, as you are now cruel to me, Farewell.   

A Letter from a despairing lover.  
IF you have regard to the presumption which hath forced me to love, my death which follows it, shall revenge it on you; but if it be indifferent to you, I assure myself, that this last act of my affection shall gain somewhat more in your soul: if it fall out so, I shall cherish the resemblance of your beauty more than my birth, since by it I came into the world to be troublesome to you; and by the other, I go out of it, and leave you.   

Another.  
Mistress, My heart is yours, my obedience belongs to your commands, and my whole will is yours: so that I have nothing free but speech, to say, I am  
Your Servitor.   

Another.  
Mistress, From the time that with your beauty, I had the knowledge of your merits, I felt some secret power, which sweetly enforced my will to honour you, and my heart to aspire at naught but your love. If so be than, that my services, whereof Heaven hath reserved the integrity for your commands, may be never so little pleasing to you, permit,  
Mistress, That I may honour myself, with this title of your Servant.   

Another Letter of Service.  
SIR, I have received, by way of duty, the honour of your Letter; whereby I have seen the submissions of services which you do me, but unfittingly, for which I am more beholding to your courtesy, than to any merit of mine: Now to accept of them were without reason; as to refuse them would be held disdainful; I do therefore receive the proffer, but leave the effects to yourself, that so you may not serve  
Sir, Her that favours you.   

Another.  
SIR, If the services which your honesty will needs yield me, gather only life from my merit, or beauty, they have but their name; for there can be no defect, if there be no cause: So that I never having any beauty, or merit, you are but my servant in word, Sir, but I am yours in deed.   

Another.  
SIR, If my duty have entertained yours, mine honesty hath refused your offers, as too worthy of me, and I am unworthy of them. I shall nevertheless, for mine own sake, reserve the honour to myself, Sir, who am  
Your servant.   

Another to the same effect.  
SIR I accuse my duty for your satisfaction, for that I have deprived you of my Letters; and confess me guilty, before you accuse me, the rather to merit grace. Deny it me not than I beseech you, as you regard him that begs it Sir, who is the most affectionate of all your Servants.   

Another to the same effect.  
ALbeit oneself same cause makes us pardonable, for having been alike silent, yet do I know my duties interest, in having unjustly deprived you, (being obliged to you as I am) of the effects of my remembrance, which grieves my soul, and which grief I present to you, but always in my quality,  
Sir, of your humble servitor.   

A Letter desiring better acquaintance.  
SIR, Although my merit be not such as may presume to deserve the honour I have to writ to you, yet the desire nevertheless I have to introduce myself into your acquaintance and friendship, hath emboldened me to present these lines to you, and to receive the honour of your commands, and to tender to you the offers of my service.  
Yours.   

A Letter from on to his Mistress.  
IT is impossible to see you without loving you, but much more to love you without being extreme in that affection, so that if for my defence it shall please you to consider this truth when this paper shall present itself before your eyes, I assure myself that the greatness of my hurt shall obtain by pity as much pardon from you, as the boldness which hath raised me to this worth, may merit just punishment, attending the judgement which you shall give, suffer me a thousand and a thousand times to kiss your fair hands and rest.   

A Letter to Celia.  
Mistress.  
IF perfection be not in the world, but to make you admired; if love be not love, but to make you be beloved; if sacrifices be not but to make you be adored; who can see you without admiration, who can admire you without love, and who can love without adoring you? he must be one that hath neither eyes, heart, nor soul: for if my eyes admire you, affection will have it so: if my heart loves you, reason commands it, if my soul adores you, heaven permits it: so that these three necessities forming it for you, I present it to you  
Dear Mistress, under the Title of yours, Eugenius.   

A Letter.  
SIR, It is needless for me to say I love you, since my actions hitherto have given you no testimony to the contrary. Truce than for my words, I will that my deeds shall speak, and tell you that in effect I will during life be  
Yours.   

A Letter of acknowledgement.  
WHat worthy acknowledgement can I give to your obligations, when their extremity bereaves me of the hope: my duty remains pensive at the excess of your courtesies; for being never able to tender you other, than unworthy effects of your merits. I have indeed but the will, and that is but a shadow for a body; yet compose it, I beseech you, whilst you remember how it proceeds from  
Your most humble servant.   

Another.  
SIR, With what kind of duties shall I acknowledge your courtesies; which have so obliged me, that to tell them right, one must be silent? To offer you my service; it is already your own. To present myself; I am yours long since. I than have naught but defaults, for your satisfaction; but a thousand services, for your obeisance; for my being in general, depends on that particular, of Your most humble servitor.   

Another.  
SIR, I have nothing, yet I own much. To present you with wishes, for effects, were but too weak recompenses. I will therefore give you mine endeavours, for all your courtesies; honouring and serving you whilst I live; all which life of mine is destined for no earthly thing, but your commands.   

Another.  
SIR, Your courtesies have too much obliged me, ever to forget them; I shall celebrated them particularly in my soul, whereby to be able to acknowledge them, in the lest presenting serviceable occasion, & live always with this will, never to die beholding to you,  
Sir, but yet your most humble Servitor.   

Another.  
SIR, I can honour your merits by reason, and acknowledge by duty your courtesies which have too much obliged me, to be ungrateful: though I can never make you worthy satisfaction; yet shall I have always both the desire and hope of it, and in the mean while a steadfast will to live and die,  
Sir, Yours.   

For telling of news.  
SIR, Desirous of your contentment, as of mine own, I have taken pen in hand, to tell you whatsoever hath past. Now you have seen what is new, take the old with it: which is, that I am always,  
Sir, Your Servitor.   

A Letter of acknowledgement of being beloved.  
Shall I conceal such an excessive happiness, as to be loved by you, My dear? Or shall I publish it, to make it greater? Not, not, my silence may honour it, yet my words shall make it the more glorious; for in leaving it, I shall deprive its memory of forgetfulness. I will therefore have my mouth continually closed up, against the confession of it, my mind taken in the thought of it, and my soul wrapped in the sole object of its Idea. And so blessing my birth, for the happiness of yours, that your death may be my Tomb. In the mean while, my whole happiness and glory shall consist in this quality, of  
Your most humble servant.   

A Letter of absence.  
Mistress, Since the day of your departure, which was also reckoned the same of my contentment, tears and griefs have been inseparable with my life: all kind of objects are to me defective, nothing pleases me, but what dislikes me; and if your memory did not still accompany me in my actions, I should forget myself, and in stead of preserving my life for your service, should destroy it for mine own content. If you desire to judge of my grief, judge what yourself are, Mistress, which is the fairest of the world, and I the most afflicted of all your servants.   

Another.  
Mistress, Sigh for counterpoise of my love, I suffer the grief of your absence, I do even endure all that ever can be conceived in rigorous torments: the days shine not on me, but to enlighten my mishap; for the Sun laughs at my pain, as I scorn his brightness, in that I acknowledge none more worthy, than that of your eyes, long since my Conquerors, and still mine idols. But what shall I say? I am borne to indurc, and to love you, Mistress.  
But always in this quality, of your most humble Servant.   

Letters of Absence.  
IF those griefs, which are still present, since your absence did not make me hope for a speedy death, I should bewail the birth of my days, that do enlighten me without thining, for deprived of the brightness of your eyes, I can acknowledge none other in the world, as having vanquished me, and that with so many charms, as that they are not content, that I adore them, but that they are still burning me. Well, this is somewhat too much; but yet too little for your merits. Wherhfore I will never be weary of suffering, not more than of loving you. Believe my harm at leastwise, and your belief shall be my remedy, and my honour my quality.  
Mistress, Of your most humble Servitor.   

Another.  
Mistress, If the sorrow which your absence hath caused in my soul, could give me as many words to express it, as I have griefs to bewail it; I should think myself satisfied. But for too much enduring, I must be silent in my torment; yet never in my quality,  
Mistress, Of your most humble Servant.   

Answer.  
SIR, What kind of trouble can such an indifferent absence bring to your content? Not, not, it can be but an imaginary feeling, though it seems real, by your own words, speaking you unable to express, being there's no such thing, your silence is your great advantage; since it expresses your torment, without saying any thing of it: But not the title which your fair carriage gives you, of being my servitor; as to me it doth likewise the endeavour, Sir, of deserving the stile and quality, of your servant.   

Another.  
SIR, I can give but feigned remedies to an imaginary torment like yours, for mine absence is of too indifferent a nature to 'cause your grief or trouble, and I beseech you dispense with me for believing it, since also mine own knowledge forbids it, as reason doth otherwise to say I am  
Sir, Your servant.   

Upon a point of rigour.  
IF love and cruelty be two contrary things, your love must needs be feigned, since your rigour is real. Cease than to make me suffer, and I shall believe you love me, for my pain and your cruelty are too opposite to persist together: Adieu my dear, and though too cruel.  
I am your Servitor.   

Another.  
SIR, You complain of my absence, and I of yours: you would enjoy my presence, but your discretion forbids it you, and me the happiness to see you; but my want of power opposeth it: so that grievances should be less in that they are equally shared: but not the quality which I take,  
Sir, of your servant.   

Another.  
TO see you without admiration, is passed my power; to admire and love you, is a necessity; but to love and endure yours, is a consequence for you have so much merit, that one can hardly desire, much less hope for the honour of your good favours. judge than who can but worthily serve you? Sure he is yet unborn, nay, in earnest, i'll pawn my soul on't, yet with your leave, Mistress,  
For I am Yours.   

To his Lady.  
TO despise such as honour you, to disdain such as love you, to make no account of such as are faithfully yours, are those the actions of a fair soul like yours? Or are these but words, that honour me with a hope of some effects of your good remembrance? O, it is a little too rigorous! Confess it, that you may repent, and ●o give him content, who cannot be absent ●rom you,  
Mistress, As your most humble Servitor.   

To a kinswoman.  
Mistress, Albeit your actions, in appearance have witnessed, that I was not otherwise in your esteem, than of an indifferent quality; yet my desires being still secretly zealous for your service, in their natural instinct, aspiring at nothing but your ●ood, have disarmed my purpose, bend to ●our disgrace, so to restore me to myself, ●nd make me the same I am to you, which 〈◊〉,  
Mistress, Your most affectionate servant and kinsman.   

Upon the inconstancy of a servant.  
SIR, Our Sex is not always accused of inconstancy, and yet do I now take that law from you: you, I say, whose oaths gave such faithful testimonies of affection, that I durst not doubt of it, for fear of offending myself: And yet hath the wind carried away your words, but not your love, for you never had any: so that now when I blame myself for having believed you, I praise myself withal, for imitating you, but always with the sorrow of not being your example: for it was fit I should precede you, as your Mistress,  
Sir, Though at the present, Your servant.   

A Letter.  
Mistress, It is well to be seen that you have no love, since you have eyes to see my unworthiness. Love is blind, you should be so too in regard of my merits: let it suffice you that I love you, and that I adore you, even as the rairest and most perfect creature on earth.   

A Letter from a despairing Lover.  
THere is no creature Madam, so bereft of reason or deprived of sense, which being oppressed with direful calamities feeleth not by mere instinct of nature a present medicine for his malady, man only excepted, who by reason of his want may justly accuse the injurious powers of in justice, the Unicorn being sick recovers his health by swallowing the buds of a date tree, the Dear being strucken feeds on the herb Dictamum, and recovers; but man hath no secret salve so excellent, nor plaster so perfect by whose secret virtues he may appease his passions: this Madam I now know by proof, and therefore speak by experience; for your divine beauty and the perfections of your mind have kindled such a flame in my heart that by no means I can quench, but it will turn my body into dry earth, and cinders; unless by the drops of your pity, it be speedily extinguished: therefore fair one, now at last be merciful, and let not my service and royal love be recompensed with such disloyal refusals: strive not for my life, since you have my liberty, seek not my death, since you are the saint to wh●ch I offer up my devotions: Madam, let the sweet balm of your benevolence salve the sore which so painfully afflicteth my careful conscience, and with the dew of your grace redeem him from misery whose life or death standeth in your answer, which I hope shall be such as belongeth to the desert of my love, and the graces of your beautiful mind.  
Farewell.   

Her Answer.  
IT is impossible Sir, to strain moist liquor out of the dry flint, to procure a heat in that which is key cold, or to force the sturdy streams to run against their common course, know Sir, you are the man I loathe, but cannot like; make therefore a virtue of your necessity and assuage the flame yourself, which I know not who else will quench, by an importunate persisting in thy purpose where no hope is, thou provest thy self rather a desperate sot, than a discreet Soldier: take my nay therefore for an answer: if I would I cannot; and if I could, I would not, so farewell.  
No way yours.   

To one who is not really what she seems.  
ADmire not though I rail against thy follies, since thy merciless mind hath misled me by thy ingratitude, & thy imperfections have delineated these impressions of my pen: for thy beauty, if I admired it once it was when I knew not that thy ill conditions like bad commodities, were to be put of with it, but now making use of reason: I question whether at that time I had sense: persuade thyself therefore, if I were to dye presently, and thou wert part of that I should leave the world, I would bequeath thee with thy good face, and bad conditions for a legacy to my most inveterate enemy. And for my own part whilst I do survive, and thy remaining upon this earth, doth yet afflict me, be confident fair painted Sepulchre, I will epitomise all thy vices, that the world by reading thy volume may eat thee as the only obstacle to felicity, and learn the wages of virtue, by those things that are thy contraries, for the present: admire not though this paper be stained with the blemishes of thy ill name, since nature herself was deceived which bestowed her features so rashly, and inconsiderately on thee, certainly thou wert ordained to rectify my mind, that by thee, I might learn to know that a good face is not always exempted from a hoarse voice, I protest to thee I would not buy the distempers of thy soul at so high a rate as to enjoy thy beauty, much rather will I endeavour to express my gratitude to heaven, in that I fail not to practise this resolution.  
Never to enjoy thee.   

Her Answer.  
WOnder not Sir, though you see an answer to your frantic letter, do you think by brawling like a beggar to become a King? No Sir, as I know your knavery, so I pass not for it, neither can your brags go for payment. I marvel not though your dogged Letters savour of Diogenes doctrine, you Cynical Dunce, what felicity can you have in biting those of whom otherwise thou canst not be revenged? Indeed gentle Balaams' Ass; if I had been so light to have loved you, for feeding my fancy on thy ill favoured face, I might justly have reaped such profit, since I than have filled my eyes so full with the figure of a fool; hereafter keep your Letters Patents in your beggar's box, adieu Sir dunce, the more you mislike me, the better I love myself, whilst I accounted it the greatest felicity of S.M.  
To be rid of such a fool.   

A Letter from a distressed lover.  
MAdam, as my cares proceed from your cruelty, so let the effects of your courtesy procure my bliss, since the perfections of your beauty have made me miserable, let me beg of you to sand the messenger of present consolation to him that pineth away and is yours only and ever.  
Still in hope.   

A Letter from a lover professing constancy.  
THey who have the honour to see you run a dangerous fortune: if they love you, they are saucy; if they love not, they are without judgement; now fair creature, I have chosen that which is most after my humour; and from which it is impossible for me to withdraw myself, think it not hard Cruel Diana, that having seen you, I love you: if this boldness deserve punishment, you caused it, and it is no more in my choice, for I must while I live, be your servant or not be alive, Farewell.   

A letter from an inconstant lover  
I Writ not now to tell you that I love, for you have believed it but too well, but to assure you that I shall love you not more, perhaps you may be amazed at this alteration, for you have always loved me above my desires; but that which draws me from you is, I must confess your misfortune that will not longer continued to you the pleasure of our loves, or rather my good fortune which will have me not longer stay at so poor a thing, and to the end you may live to complain of me, I bid you for ever, Farewell.   

Her answer.  
SIR, It was your arrogancy persuaded you I loved you, wherein you were most infinitely mistaken, I swear to thee by all the merits which thou thinkest thou hast but are not in thee, there was never any such likely matter, as for the Letter thou hast sent me I cannot be unthankful to thee for the pleasure thou hast done me in it, since it hath taught me to reject hereafter the importunities of such coxcombs as yourself, in the mean time be as content as I am, in being freed of such a burden: believe me Sir, it is no small happiness. Farewell.   

A Lover to his inconstant Mistress.  
IT is not to complain of you Mistress, that I take up my pen, but only to deplore my misfortunes which make me so contemned of you, since at other times you were not want to use me in this sort. I am the same man that have served you in all respective submission, and you are the same that at first were mine, since you received me for yours. I am become no less, nor you greater; if it be so, why do you not judge me worthy of the same entertainment? I have called my soul to an account for her actions, since it pleaseth you, I will display them all before your eyes: for my part, I cannot accuse any one of them, if you shall judge otherwise when you have heard them, it shall be no small consolation to the poor condemned to know at lest the cause of his punishment; adieu cruel one.   

A Letter.  
IF love taught me as well to speak my torment, as to suffer it, my pity would make you sensible of my plaints, but dumb in their too much sufferance. I have but my constancy, for remedy, that is all my hope; your sweetness, for my desire; and your command, for mine honour, Mistress, for my quality is,  
Your most humble Servitor.   

Another.  
SInce your merits 'cause my torment, I will never complain: the more rigorous you shall be, the more constantly I will oppose all my respects, to your neglects; my honours, to your disdains; and my fire, to your ice; if I breath, it shall be love; if I sigh, it shall be in passion for your service: In a word, if I be, I shall be,  
Mistress, Your servitor.   

Letter.  
TO have no soul, but to adore you; to have no heart, but to love you; and but one only life, for your service; have you not cause to complain? You, whose beauty, hath so many charms; and merits, so many baits, that one would detest this name of liberty, to die your slave. Should one talk of miracles, you are the example; in discourse of rarities, you are the comparison: so that Heaven and nature are in dispute, for whom you were made. Now to say, I am your servitor, that is a quality too high: to say I am your slave, that's yet too lofty. Behold my Surname, now give me what name you please.   

Letter.  
IF for desiring death, one were to lose his life, I should have been gone long since: for too much love, makes me hate myself: but me thinks the more I live, I still lengthen my days: and that being wretched, I aught to live the longer: I fly that which flies me, the grave: so as I have neither comfort of my life, nor hope of my death. And thus I am,  
Mistress, Always your servitor.   

Another.  
TO love, and not to be loved, is to live without hope, and by donsequent, to die. Have you resolved my death, and by disdaining my services, to forget them for requital? It is too much rigour, for your beauty: you will confess it one day, but too late for your repentance, for I shall not longer by consequence subsist, as I am for the present, Mistress, The most humbe of all Your servants.   

A Letter.  
Mistress, Thus to forbidden me to love you, and to will me not to honour you, what would you have me do (my deer) I must change my heart, if I would change my Mistress; and Nature must give me other inclinations, to deprive you of my respects, and of my obedience: forbidden me to live rather; I will dye, but it shall be for love, and so at the price of my days, I shall do you service; leaving this truth, for a remembrance to after times.   

A Letter from a Gentleman to his Mistress.  
IT is you, fair creature, that have gained this advantage upon me, that I forget myself, to remember you perpetually. Do not think, that unless I see you shortly, I can longer survive, whereby I might continued the affection of my services to you. So that two things will infallibly bring me to my grave; your absence, and my grief, for not acquitting me towards you, as I desire. Choose now (fair soul) whether you had rather have me dead for your content, or to see me daily offer you up the fruits of my services, upon the altar of your merits, in the quality of  
Your most loyal, and most affectionate Servitor.   

A Letter of a Gentleman, evil spoken of for the love of his Mistress.  
SOme one that is envious of my happiness, had a mind to calumniate me towards you, and to persuade you, that I have showed some testimonies of affection to another besides you, who have sooner believed it of me than I should have done of you, if the like had been reported to me. Shall I accuse you than? Or shall I excuse myself? For you make me an overture for both. Should I excuse myself? That would make me guilty in some sort: and if I accuse you not, I shall witness that I honour you, and love you still, as your own faithful purchase.   

A Letter of a difference betwixt a Gentleman, and his Mistress.  
I Think it was no inviolable vow that was betwixt us, when we swore so solemnly. But for aught I can learn, the change hath better pleased you, than the continuance of my services. I know not whom I shall accuse, you, or I; for possibly the long time I have been without seeing you, is the cause of it, or else you have been drawn to it by your own natural condition. Make me such an answer as you please. Not earthly thing shall hinder me from loving you, for I had rather choose a thousand deaths, than to be inconstant in my love: and will fly, with the hazard of my life, the reproach of disloyalty (whether you will or no.)  
Your servitor inviolably.   

A Letter of a Gentleman, after a visit to a Lady.  
Mistress, the honour I received in the late visit I made to my dear Cousin at your house, hath so obliged me to both of you, that I thought I should commit a heinous fault, if by some honest endeavour, I should not witness a feeling of it. If ever I have the happiness to see you at my home, which is yours, I shall endeavour to make you as welcome, as I can; and do conjure you to come see my Sister, as you have promised her; otherwise, farewell all friendship; not so nevertheless, but that the mean while I desire to continued,  
Mistress, Your Cousin, and best friend.   

A Letter, of a fond Maid, that disdained the service and love of a gallant Gentleman; who was counselled to disdain her also.  
FOrsake that Maid, that forsakes you, and no more remember her forgetfulness. She hath changed, to change your mishap. She hath changed, that she might not change her nature's inconstancy; Her small acquaintance, should make you know her fault. Your good judgement, may show you what a little she hath. You cannot but get by the loss of her. If you loose a sweet heart, you gain a liberty; you should keep some love for yourself, and not cast it all away from you. If you love something, do not hate yourself for all that. If fortune give you any thing, she will be well rewarded. If she take a heart from you, think it was not yours. Whersoever you go, tarry with your content, and love not what is contrary to you; unless you will contrary him, that loves you dear,  
Even to the Grave.   

A brave reply of a Gentleman to his Mistress by way of Derision.  
Escopites,  
THe small shot of your beauty, doth enough sing the doublet of my soul, without the Canion of your rigour to break the very bones of my pretences. You have enough foraged the plains of my heart, without moreover billeting there the Regiment of despair, which runs after me, even to the ruin of my life. Alas! I pray you do not let those Carabins of disdain eat up the bread of my hopes, nor beaten up the bongues of my fidelity, that are so full of good wine of patience. I have so often told you, that as soon as the Baker of your bounty, should have heated the Oven of your heart, I would set in the bread of my thoughts. But the bad rich man of your judgement, hath despised my poor Devil of desire, that is going now to die in the Hospital. Out alas! Gogs-nigges, what will become of the Goats of my conceits, if this wicked woman of your cruelty, pull the bed from under them of my contentment, to make them snap at the crust of your jeers? Not, I believe the bottle of my perseverance once broken, you will bewail the Orleans wine of my devotion, when you will get none else, but some tart wines of feigning, which will vex the tongue of your knowledge. But if you rid your hands of that vicious horse of your distrust, I believe the rest will not rush upon the Bibets of my thoughts, which hold the bridle of constancy. What ever befalls, the Pilgrims of my designs, desiring the Scollop-shels of your friendship, will be still grobling in the dirt of good courage. But if the feet of my offers, take bladders of refusal, farewell Cupid's voyage. The vintages of my services will be soon done, if the hail of your pride blast the grape of my pursuit. But whilst the sith of your judgement, moves the grass of your rigours, I shall ever kiss the hands of your perfections, and make myself an everlasting wood of the fire of your beauty.   

A Letter of holy love between two lovers, containing three letters besides.  
YOu have made me feel, fair Calistena, the ardent sparkles of your friendship; the memory whereof I shall still honour, and esteem myself a great deal the more happy, if my happiness may prove more extreme, when I shall burn in its flames, wherein my soul shall live with a thousand delights, and my heart resume new life in its ashes. And that I may be condemned to this wished punishment, do not let your fair mind conceive any doubt of my love's eternity, since constancy shall be ever its faithful companion, and that the fire which kindled it, can never be quenched, should it be combated by the Ice proceeding from that fear you might have of your enviers. And if it were so, yet would it melt, as soon as you should but contemplate the Sunbeams of my discretion. You may as well assure yourself of the effect of my words, as I do of the consummation of my hope; which have none other scope, than to serve your merits, and to fit up to your use.  
Your faithful Floridon, etc.   

A Letter in answer.  
YOur desires are my laws (dear Floridon) and your loyalty cannot finish but with mine: they shall both alike shine bright over our lives, and nourish themselves with our flames; wherein I shall think me very happy to live with you. That silence which knit up my tongue at your fair discourses, proceeded only out of fear: you might know that, by my exterior signs, which sufficiently shown you, how sorely it grieved me: but with you only: for I would not have you think me in any sort afraid of the scorching sparks of the envious, since nothing can withstand that faithful love, which from henceforward is contracted, by  
Your dear Calista, etc.   

Another.  
IF my steadfast love were not answered by yours (dear Calista) I should have reason to complain of you, and my complaints would be so stout, as not to give way to aught, but torments. But must I needs open the gaets to sorrows, when your Letter is an article of my faith, and that you suffer a thousand tortures for my love? I doubt not, but envy hath been buzzing something in my Parents cares of our loves, and that Felicity herself, as jealous of our contentments, might put such a poor trick upon us. But you have so fair a soul, and so generous, that you will constantly repulse all those onsets to honour still, with your love,  
Your faithful Floridon.   

A Letter in answer.  
PLeasures are of short continuance, and their fair days are too soon eclipsed, we cannot promise' ourselves a long enjoyment of them, since they are in the hands of the great JEHOVAH. It is constancy that gives us happiness, after all our adversities. You are the subject of my bypast sorrow (dear Floridon) but now your presence serves me for Sunbeams: though indeed some doubts of future obstacles do even bury me in an obscure night of anguish. And were it not that joy follows sorrow, I had ere this skipped over the step of this life of mine, to be freed of my pain. But, time will one day give us the happiness to make each other amendss, by receiving usury for our patience. Be comforted than in yourself, and consider so well with your discretion (though I be thus in my fears) that there wants nothing but the Spire of our felicities, which we shall attain to I hope shortly, or it shall be no fault of hers, who is  
Your faithful CALISTA, in as much as you desire with honour.    

Styles and Terms used to The King, or Queen's Majesty, either in our Speech, or in Superscriptions of Petitions directed to them.  

If you present any thing.  
Sir, May it please your Majesty.  
If you writ in form of a petition to the King.  
Sir, May it please your Majesty to understand, or to grant.   

To the Queen.  
Madam, May it please your Majesty.  
On the Superscription of some business, directed both to the King and Queen.  
To the most Excellent, and most Mighty, Caesar Augustus.  
To the most Excellent, most mighty Lady the Queen.  
A Style used by Men of Quality, when they speak to the King.  
Sir, May it please your Majesty.   

To the Queen.  
Madam, May it please your Majesty.  
Styles used to the Nobility in our Superscriptions are divers, but the most general are these.   

If to an Archbishop.  
To the most Reverend Father in God.   

If to a Bishop.  
To the right Reverend Father in God.   

If to a Noble man, eminent in place.  
To the Right Honourable.  
Or otherwise.  
To the Honourable.  
To persons of inferior degrees.  
To the right worshipful.  
Otherwise.  
To the worshipful.   

Divisions of Letters.  
Amorou, loving Letters.  
Moral, civil Letters.  
Economical, household Letters.  
Political, witty Letters.  
Excusatory, Defensive Letters.  
Petitionary, Letters of Request.  
Gratulatory, Letters of Thanks.  
Nuncupatory, Letters of News.   

Subscriptions, with Subscriptions adjoined to them, as they are most properly applied.  
TO the High and most Mighty Monarch.  
Your Majesty's most faithful and obedient Subject.  
To the Right Honourable.  
Your Honour's most humble devoted.  
To his Honourable Lord.  
Your Honours in all duty and service.  
To the Honourable, and his highly respected Lady.  
Your Honours to command.  
Or, Your Honours devoted.  
To the worthy and Noble.  
Ever yours to serve you.  
To the right Honourable and his highly esteemed Patron.  
Your Honour's observant.  
To his most loving Father.  
Your obedient Son.  
To his dear beloved Wife.  
Your most loving Husband.  
To his loving uncle.  
Your observant kinsman.  
To the honourable Colonel.  
Yours sworn to worthiness,  
To the only life of his desires.  
Your afflicted friend.  
To the fullness of his contentment.  
Your living and dying friend.  
To the only hope of his fortunes.  
The honourer of your matchless perfections.  
To the noble and truly virtuous Gentlewoman;  
Yours in death itself.  
To his best choice.  
Yours, in the midst of fear.  
To his virtuous, and dear beloved.  
Yours ever resolved.  
To the Mistress of his thoughts.  
Yours, dying in Constancy.  
To his beloved friend.  
Yours assured.  
To the lovingest of all my friends.  
Yours inseparably.  
To his highly esteemed friend.  
Yours, as I have professed,  
To his tried and trusty friend.  
Not living without you.  
To his honourable friend.  
Yours in true friendship.  
To his newly displeased friend.  
Yours, if you wrong her not.  
To her best resolved friend.  
Yours wheresoever.  
To his well advised friend.  
Yours, and virtues.  
To his loving, and long expected friend.  
Yours, with good wishes.  
To his respected friend.  
Yours, well assured.  
To his approved friend.  
Yours in true liberty.  
To her much disquieted friend.  
Yours in honourable love.  
To his loving Niece.  
Your affectionate kinsman.  
To his dearest Brother.  
Yours in all occasions.  
To his well experienced and much esteemed noble friend.  
Yours as you can desire.  
To his well disposed friend.  
Yours to trust only.  
To her dearest Husband.  
Your ever loving Wife.  
To his much disordered friend.  
Yours in reformation.  
To his unkind friend.  
Yours, if you will have it so.  
To his ill advised Son.  
Your displeased Father.  
To his miserable rich friend.  
Yours, if you can be your own.  
To the worthy Lady.  
Yours, as a lover of Honour.  
To her unkind Husband.  
Your true Wife till death.  
To his perjured, and lascivious Wife.  
Your Husband if you do not divide him.  
To her jealous Husband.  
Yours in her very thoughts.  
To his suddenly displeased friend.  
Yours, when you conceive aright of me.  
To his well resolved friend.  
Yours, whilst mine own.  
To her unkind friend.  
Yours, and yet displeased.  
To his honourable and good friend.  
Yours, if you think me worthy.  
To his well esteemed friend.  
Yours most dutiful if you will accept of Humiliation.  
To his true helping friend.  
Yours recovered.  
To his worthy friend, adventurer in the Straitss.  
Yours individed, though fare of.  
To his noble and constant friend.  
Yours, though amongst Infidels.  
To his respected and worthy friend.  
Yours, as you have made me.  
To his careful friend.  
Yours, mindful of you.  
To the worthy Doctor.  
Your sick Patient.  
To his honourable Captain.  
Yours, though we never meet again.  
To his approved friend.  
Yours in all places, and at all times.  
To his especial friend.  
My own, if in your memory.  
To the most perfect of Women.  
Yours in the midst of temptation.  
To his honourable enemy.  
Yours, ready for all dangers.  
To his well deserving friend.  
Yours unfeignedly.  
To his over suspicious friend.  
Yours, to trust only.  
To his wilful, and seduced friend.  
Your poor abused friend.   

For the Readers greater pleasure and variety, these Subscriptions only are here placed by themselves.  
YOur careful Father.  
Your dutiful Son.  
Your loving Master.  
Your obedient Servant.  
Vsque ad arras.  
The unfortunate.  
Your well wishing friend.  
In all humble duty.  
Ever thine.  
Thy discontented friend.  
In all obedience.  
Faithfully yours.  
Thy true friend.  
Yours, more than mine own.  
Never less his own.  
Thy most constant friend.  
As you shall determine of me.  
Affectionately devoted to your service.  
Your loving Landlord.  
Your Worship's poor Tenant to command.  
Thy sometimes friend.  
Yours not safe till I enjoy you.  
Yours irremovably.  
Yours prepared to suffer.  
Yours, in boundless affection.  
Your servant.  
Your Honour's friend.  
Yours most passionately, loyally, and perpetually devoted.  
Yours, as fare as modesty will suffer me.  
Yours, if you please to accept of me.  
Yours, as I found cause.  
Your best Counsellor.  
Your injured Mistress.  
Your affectionate poor friend.  
Once thy Friend.  
Your entire Vassal.  
Remaining your friend.  
Yours, in respective duty.  
Yours, as a lover of virtue.  
Yours, fearfully loving.  
Yours, well affected.  
Your plain and true friend.  
Your Worships to be commanded.  
Your friend to his ability.  
Animae dimidium tuae.  
Yours in unutterable affection.  
Your loyal Wife.  
Your imprisoned friend.  
Not longer your friend.  
Yours wholly, and only, if you william.  
Yours, so I may be my own.  
Thy, or not his self.  
Your distressed Debtor.  
Yours, as you shall deserve by your service.  
Your sorrowful friend.  
Yours, what you william.  
Your forsaken friend.  
Your vowed servant.  
Your enemy, till death.  
Your friend, whether you will or no.  
Your true love.  
Yours ever.  
One, always yours.  
Thy own from all the world.  
Yours, in all good sort to be entertained.  
Your friend confirmed in all fidelity.  
Thy to the end.  
Desirous of your reformed imagination.  
Yours, more sorry for your ill conditions, than for the wrong you have done me.  
Your faithful and ready friend.  
Your most humble and passionate Servant.  
Yours, in the infringable bonds of affection.  
The servant of your worthy virtues.  
Yours, most respectfully engaged.  
Your ever friend and Servant.  
Your Lordship's unfeigned honourer, and loyal Servant.     

A Table for the understanding of the hard ENGLISH words, contained in this Worke.  

A  
ACute Witty.  
Amiable Lovelie.  
Apt Fit.  
Austere Sharpe.  
Aspire To look high.  
Abstemious Temperate.  
Amplify To enlarge.  
Advertise To advice.  
Augment To increase.  
Aspect To look upon.  
Absurd Foolish.  
Applaud To like.  
Altitude Hight.  
Acknowledgement Confession.  
Attractive Drawn to.  
Aspiration Breathing.  
Abhor To hate.  
Audacious Bold.  
Alacrity Cheerfulness.  
Aparent Open.  
Abjure To forswear.  
Active Nimble.  
Anguish Grief.  
Apertinent Belonging to  
Auspicious Betokening success.  
Abruptly Unorderly.  
Ambiguity Doubtfulness.  
Arrogant Proud.  
Accommodate To make fit  
Aggravate To make more grievous.  
Adverse Contrary.  
Apprehension Understanding.  
Affable Courteous.  
Artificially Workemanlike.  
Affectation Curiosity.  
Academy University.  
Amity Friendship.  
Abbreviate To shorten.  
Ardent Hot.  
Adorn To beautify.  
Antipathy Contrariety.  
Adore To worship.  
Affectionate Loving.  
Accurate Curious.  
Act To do, or to perform.  
Accident Chance.  
Assent To agreed to.  
Accomplish To finish.  
Amaze To strike with wonder,  
Admire To wonder at.  
Absolutely Fully.  
Adventure To hazard.   

B  
Beneficial Profitable.  
Bliss Happiness.  
Bashful Blushing.  
Brevity Shortness.  
Benevolence Goodwill.  
Bruit Report.  
Barbarian A rude person.  
Beatitude Blessedness.  
Besiege To set upon or Court.   

C  
COmplexion Constitution of body.  
Convince To confute.  
Credulity Rashness of belief.  
Celestial Heavenly.  
Civil Honest behaviour.  
Comprehend To contain.  
Circumspect Heedy.  
Celebrated To keep solemnly.  
Compassion Pity.  
Consequent Following by order.  
Correspondent Answerable.  
Contrite Sorrowful.  
Capacity Largeness of place.  
Circumstance Quality of time and place.  
Condescend To agreed to.  
Cogitation Thought.  
Catastrophe The end.  
Credible To be believed  
Contribution Bestowing.  
Confirm To establish.  
Casuality Chance.  
Compose To join.  
Clemency Gentleness.  
Convenient Fit.  
Consecrated To make holy  
Centre A circle.  
Competent Convenient.  
Circumvent To deceive.  
Compendious Short.  
Certify To give to understand.  
Confer To talk together.  
Corrivals Partners in affection.  
Contract To covenant.  
Circumscribe To compass about.  
Commencement The beginning.  
Contemptible To be despised.  
Commemoration Remembering.  
Circumlocution Many words.  
Converse To be familiar.  
Continent Chaste.  
Charms Spells or witchcraft.  
Conduct Guiding, governing.  
Curiosity Neatness.   

D  
DIre Cruel.  
Distracted Mad.  
Divert To turn from another.  
Direct To guide.  
Divulge To publish.  
Delineat To draw a proportion.  
Desist Leave of.  
Dissimilitude Unlikeness.  
Disperse To scatter abroad.  
Deity Godhead.  
Disloyal Untrusty.  
Distinguish To put a difference.  
Decipher To describe or lay open.  
Distant Place between.  
Dispose To appoint.  
Deformed Ill shapen.  
Disturb To disquiet.  
Dialect A manner of speech.  
Define To show what a thing is.  
Dissolve To unloose.  
Dissuade To persuade to the contrary.  
Discuss To search narrowly.  
Digress To leave a matter.  
Decent Comely.  
Disannul To make void.  
Dilate To enlarge.  
Destitute Forsaken.  
Defame To slander.  
Destinated Appointed.  
Disputable Questionable.  
Determine To conclude.  
Dedicated To give for ever.  
Dismiss To sand away.  
Difficult Hard.  
Defraud To deceive.  
Desertion Leaveing.  
Display To spread abroad.  
Dexterity Aptness.  
Dejected Cast down.  
Demeanour Behaviour.  
Diffuse To pour out.  
Disability Unableness.  
Deprive To take away.  
Disjunction Dividing.  
Deride To mock.  
Dismal Unlucky.  
Diffident Doubtful.  
Delude To deceive.  
Dissent To disagree.  
Depend To hung upon.  
Deliberate To take counsel.  
Dehort To persuade to the contrary.  
Degenerate To fall of from goodness.  
Defects Weakness of capacity.  
Dissipate Scatter abroad.   

E  
Expression Laying open of.  
Expert Skilful.  
Extract To draw out.  
Exact Perfect.  
Erroneous Full of errors.  
Effect A thing done.  
Emblem A shadow of a thing.  
Evident Plain.  
Expect To wait or look for.  
Exempt Free.  
Extinguish To put out.  
Efficacy Force.  
Inflame To set on fire.  
Expedient Fit.  
Expire To dye.  
Extenuate To lessen.  
Essence The being of a thing.  
Echo A sound.  
Experiment Trial.  
Extend To spread forth.  
Elaborate Curious.  
Exhib te To bestow.  
Expostulate To chide with.  
Evasion A escape.  
Eclipse Darkness of the Sun.  
Extempore Without sin. die.  
Exanimate To trouble the mind.  
Education Bringing up,  
Epithet A title given to any thing.  
Expense Cost.  
Exasperated To anger.  
Evitable To be shunned.  
Excessive Too much.  
Effeminate To womanish.  
Exorable To be entreated  
Elegancy Fineness of speech.  
Expedition Speed.  
Exigent Necessity.  
Election Choice.  
Explicite Unfolded.  
Elocution Good expression.  
Exile Banished.  
Explicate To declare.  
Estimate Price or rate.  
Enjoy Keep or posseffe.  
Engaged Indebted.  
Event End, succeffe.  
Extraordinary More than common.   

F  
FRivolous Trifling.  
Fortunate Happy.  
Fiction A tale.  
Fatal Mortal.  
Fortitude Valour.  
Fervent Hot.  
Fulgent Glistering.  
Figurative Shadowed.  
Faculty Power or ability.  
Finite Having an end.  
Fruition Enjoying.  
Fabulous Feigned.  
Fraudulent Deceitful.  
Fragrant Smelling sweet  
Fallacy Deceit.  
Fidelity Trustiness.  
Fantasy Imagination.  
Felicity Happineffe.  
Feature Shape.  
Foundation Groundwork  
Falsify To break one's word.   

G  
Gratify To pleasure  
Genuine Natural.  
Gratulate To be glad.  
Generosity Nobility.  
Glorify To give honour.   

H  
HAbitude Disposition  
Heroical Beseeming a Nobleman.  
Harmony Agreement.  
Hereditary By succession.  
Habit Apparel.   

I  
IMproper Unfit.  
Incident Happening.  
Introduction Entrance.  
Issue Event.  
Immature Unripe.  
Improvident Careless.  
Ireful Angry.  
judicious Understanding  
Indulgence Sufferance.  
Imprudent Ignorant.  
Illustrate To make plain.  
Enamoured In Love.  
Immutable Unchangeable  
Ineffable Unspeakable.  
Include Shut in.  
Ignoble Of base birth.  
Interpret To expound.  
Insolent Proud.  
Incur To run into.  
Invective Speaking against.  
Indignation Anger.  
Immaculate Unspotted.  
Incommodious Hurtful.  
Instinct An inward motion.  
Intricate Doubtful.  
Improbable Not to be proved.  
Interrupt To let.  
Induce To move to.  
Impediment Hinderanee.  
Incommunicable Not to be imparted.  
Intolerable Insufferable  
Intercept To prevent.  
Impenetrable Not to be pierced.  
Insist To stay upon.  
Indecent Not comely.  
Interdict To forbidden.  
Imperious Desiring rule.  
Infallible Not deceivable  
Institute To appoint.  
Intimate To signify.  
Intermission Breaking of.  
Implore Desire with tears.  
Impertinent. Not pertaining.  
Implacable Not to be pleased.  
Insult To triumph.  
Incompatible Insufferable.  
Instable Inconstant.  
Individual Not to be parted.  
Inspire To breath into.  
Inculpable Without fault  
Incomprehensible Not to be conceived.  
Insensible Not to be perceived.  
Incredulous Hardly to be believed.  
Inseparable Not be divided.  
Intentive Earnestly bend.  
Integrity Pureneffe.  
Insensity Without feeling  
Indisposition Backwardness.   

L  
LInguist Skilful in tongues.  
Lenity Gentleneffe.  
Labyrinth Full of wind.  
Loyal Obedient trusty.  
Languishing Pining.  
Literature Learning.  
Laudable worthy of praise.  
Lascivious Wanton.  
Luster Brightneffe.   

M  
Mollify To make soft.  
Maxim A principle.  
Mutable Changeable.  
Manifest Open.  
Metamorphosis Changing of shape.  
Magnificent Sumptuous.  
Mitigate Assuage.  
Mental Belonging to the mind  
Malcontent Discontnt.  
Mature Ripe.  
Mirror A glass.  
Metaphor Similitude.  
Muse's Goddesses of learning.  
Menace To threaten.  
Morality Civil behaviour.  
Multiplicity Variety.  
Magicians Sorcerers witches.  
Melancholy Grief, sadness.  
Merits Deserts.   

N  
NVptiall Belonging to marriage.  
Notion Inward knowledge.  
Nuncupatory Declaring.  
Native, Where one is borne.   

O  
OPposite Contrary.  
Odious Hateful.  
Original First beginning  
Obscure Darke.  
Object A thing set against  
Oratory Eloquent speech.  
Obsequious Serviceable.  
Officious Dutiful.  
Obdurate Hardened.  
Omit To let pass.  
Opprobrious Reproachful.  
Obliged Bound to.  
Occurrences Occasions.  
Ominous Signifies good or ill luck.  
Operation Effect.  
Observant Dutiful.  
Odoriferous Smelling sweetly.  
Ornament Adorning.  
Opprobrious Reproachful.  
Ordained Appointed.   

P  
PRopitious Favourable  
Ponderous Weighty.  
Period End of a sentence.  
Prolix Tedious.  
Persist To continued.  
Paragon A pattern or example.  
Prostrate To fall on the ground.  
Perplexity Trouble.  
Placable Easie to please.  
Progresse Going forward.  
Position A question disputed.  
Paradox A strange speech.  
Project A plot.  
Prefixed Set before.  
Patronise To defend.  
Promiscuous Confused.  
Perfidious Traitorous.  
Polish Make fair.  
Prohibit To forbidden.  
Pretermit To passe-over.  
Permanent Continuing.  
Precipitate To cast down.  
Prosecute Fellow after.  
Prejudice To hinder.  
Permission Sufferance.  
Procrastinate To delay.  
Perspicuous Clear.  
Prescription Limitation.  
Participate To partake.  
Personate To sergeant a person.  
Probable Proved true.  
Perpetuity Continuance.  
Phantasie Imagination.  
Peculiar Proper.  
Pathetical Full of passions.  
Perfections Gifts of nature.  
Perfumes Sweet smells.  
Passionately Truly loving  
Perpetual Everlasting.   

R  
RIgorous Cruel.  
Repulse To drive bacl.  
Rustical Unmannerly.  
Reject To cast away.  
Reduce To bring bacl.  
Revolve To determine in the mind.  
Resemblance Likeness.  
Ratify To confirm.  
Resign To give to another.  
Repeal To call bacl again.  
Repute To esteem.  
Resplendent Shining bright.  
Ridiculous To be laughed at.  
Reserve To keep.  
Real Substantial.  
Reiterate Repeat again.  
Respite To defer.  
Remit To forgive.  
Refractory Obstinate.  
Reassume To take again.  
Remunerate Reward.  
Relics The remainder.  
Reference Pointing at.  
Regal Princely.  
Retribution A reward.  
Refulgent Shining.  
Reflection Casting bacl.  
Reputation Credit good name.  
Reflect To Look, cast an eye.  
Remain To continued constant.  
Reprovable To be blamed  
Rarities Things hard to be found.   

S  
Supreme Highest.  
Splendent Glistering.  
Succeed To follow.  
Structure Building.  
Serenity Calmness.  
Sympathy .  
Supposition Thinking.  
Solicit To move.  
Succinct Short.  
Suspense A doubt.  
Sable Black or mournful  
Submiss Lowly.  
Superiority above another  
Select Chosen out.  
Subsequent following.  
Spacious Large.  
Sustain To suffer.  
Seduce To deceive.  
Sublimity Hight.  
Survive To outlive.  
Sovereign Highest authority.  
Scruple A doubt.  
Superfluous Needless.  
Symmetry Due proportion of parts.  
Sensual Brutish.  
Stupefy To astonish.  
Simplicity Plainness.  
Subsist To abide.  
Society Fellowship.  
Servile Slavish.  
Suitable Agreeable.  
Suspicious Doubtful.   

T  
TResses Locks of hair.  
Transcendent Climbing over.  
Timorous Fearful.  
Triumphant Rejoicing in victory.  
Tedious Troublesome.  
Transform To change.  
Terrene Earthly.  
Tranquillity Quietness.  
Tolerable May be suffered.  
Tragical Sorrowful.  
Temporize To serve the times,  
Transparent May be seen  
Tenent Opinion.   

V  
Universal General.  
Unanimity Of one mind  
Vital Lively.  
Variable Changeable.  
Value Esteem.  
Vulgar Common.  
Undervalue Discommend.  
Vigorous Strong & lusty.   

W  
WReath Garland or Crown.   
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