PUBLIUS OVID NASO EQVES ROMANUS: POETARUM INGENIOSISSIMUS   
The sweet-tongd Ovid's Counterfeit behold;  
Which Noblest Romans wore in rings of gold  
Or would you that, which his own pencil drew.  
The Poet, in his deathless Poems, view.  ●V●M. ●●u●●●it.  

OVID DE ARTE AMANDI. AND THE REMEDY of LOVE ENGLISHED As also the Lous of Hero & Leander, A mock-Poem.  
Together with Choice Poems, and rare pieces of Drollery.  
LONDON, Printed in the Year 1662.   

PUBLIIS, OVIDII NASONIS DE ARTE AMANDI: OR THE ART of LOVE.  
The Proheme or Introduction.  

IF there be any in this multitude,  
That in the art of Love is dull and rude,  
Me let him read: and these my lines rehearse,  
He shall be made a Doctor by my verse.  
By art of sails and oa●s, Seas are divided,  
by art the Chariot tunnes, by art love's guided,  
By art the bridles reined in, or let slip:  
T●phys by art did guide the Hemonian ship.  
And me hath Venus her Arts master made,  
To teach her Science, and set up her trade▪  
And time succeeding shall call me alone,  
Love expert Tiphys and Antomedon.  
Love in himself ●s apish and untoward,  
Yet being a ch●ld, I●le whip him when he's froward;  
A●●illes in his youth wa● taught to run  
On the stringed 〈…〉 division:  
A● on his ●●de and 〈◊〉 aspect ●●d ce●se,  
Instructing ●●m in old P●●●●ies:  
He that so of his 〈…〉 h●s f●es  
Made quake 〈…〉  
H● furn●●● 〈…〉  
And with 〈…〉 to 〈…〉  
Aen●ides by Ch●ron was instructed,  
And by my Art is Love himself conducted.  
Both goddess sons, Venus and Thetis joys,  
Both shrewd, both waggish, and unhappy boys:  
Yet the stiff Bull's neck by the Yoke is worn,  
The proud Steed chews the bit which he doth s●orn,  
And though Loves darts my own heart cleaves asunder,  
Yet by my Art the wag shall be kept under,  
And the more deep my flaming heart is found,  
The more I will revenge me of my wound:  
Sacred Apo●●o witness of my flame,  
Behold thy Arts! do not falsely claim,  
Of Clio's sisters, lo I take not keep,  
That in the vale of Asia feed their sheep.  
Proud Sky I teach of what I have been taster,  
Love bid me speak, I'll be your skilful Master:  
And what I speak is true: thus I begin,  
Be present at my labours, Love's fair Queen.   

Keep hence you modest maids and come not near.  
That use to blush, and shamefast garments wear,  
That have scant rougher, and keep your hair unseen,  
Whose feet with your white Aprons covered been.  
From Vesta's Virgins here no place is left;  
My Muse sings Venus spoils and Love's sweet theft,  
What kind affections Loves thoughts do pierce,  
And there shall be no fault in this my Verse.    

The first Book.  
FIrst, thou that art a Freshman and art bend  
To bear Love's arms and follow Cupid, tent.  
Find whom to love, the next thing thou must do,  
Learn how to speak her fait, to plead and woe:  
Last, having wonthy Mistress to thy lure,  
I'll teach thee ●ow to make that Love endure  
This is my aim, I'll keep with in this space,  
And in this road my Chariot wheel shall trace.  
Whilst thou liv'st free and art a Bachelor.  
The love of one above the rest prefer:  
To whom thy soul says you alone content me.  
But such a one shall not from heaven be sent thee,  
Such are not dropped down from the Azure skies,  
But thou must seek her out with busy eyes:  
Well knows the Huntsman where his ●oyl to set.  
And in what den the Boa● his teeth doth whet:  
We●l knows the Fowler where to lay his gin;  
The Fisher knows what pool most fish are in:  
And thou that studiest to become a Lover,  
Learn in what place most Virgins to discover.  
I do not bid thee sail the Seas to seek,  
Or travel far to find one thou dost like;  
Like Persons that among the Negroes sought.  
And fair Andro●ide f●o● India br●ught;  
Or Paris, who to steal that dai●ry piece,  
Travelled as far a● 'Twixt Troy and ●re●ce.  
Behold the populous City in her pride,  
Yields thee more choice than all the world beside:  
More ears of ripe corn grows not in the fields,  
Nor half so many boughs the forest yields:  
So many green leaves grow not in the woods,  
Nor swim so many fish in the salt floods;  
So many stars in heaven you cannot see,  
As there be pretty wenches, Rome, in thee.  
Fair Venus in the City of her son,  
Is honoured with Aeneas first begun;  
If in young Lasses thou delight, behold,  
More Virgins thou mayst see then can be told.  
If women of indifferent age will ease thee,  
Amongst a thousand thou mayst choose to please thee,  
If ancient women, in the City be  
Matrons admired for their gravity,  
To find a Matron, Widow, or young Maid,  
Walk but at such time under Pompey's shade.  
When as the Sun mounts on the Lion's back,  
And store of all degrees thou shalt not lack.  
Or to that marble walk, which was begun  
And ended by a Mother and her Son.  
Abroad, at noon, betimes, or evening late,  
That day which we to Luna consecrate,  
Or to the fifty sisters Belus daughters,  
That all, save one, made of their husband's slaughters,  
Or that same holiday we year●y keep,  
In which fair Venus doth sat Adonis weep;  
Or in the se●enth day sacred more than all,  
Which the Jews Nation do their Sabbath call:  
Or to the Memphian Church, where many a Vow  
Is made to the Egyptian Isis and her Cow;  
Or to the market place which way is short,  
Women of, all estates do there resort.  
Repair else to the Pulpits, even the same  
In which our learned Orators declaim;  
Here often is the pleader's tongue struck dumb  
By those attractive eyes that thither come.  
There he▪ to whom another's cause is known,  
Speaking of that, wants words to plead his own.  
Venus' rejoicing smiles to see from far,  
The Lawyer made a client at the Bar.  
But most of all I would have thee stir,  
At the Play time unto the Theatre,  
Where thou shalt find them thick in a great number.  
The matted seats, and the degrees to cumber.  
Amongst that goodly crew thou mayst behold  
Whom thou both lov'st, suest to, and fain would hold.  
Look as the laden Aunts march to and fro,  
And with their heavy burdens trooping go:  
Or as the Bee from flower to flower doth fly,  
Bearing each one her honey in her thigh;  
And round about the spacious fields do stray,  
So do the fairest women to a Play,  
That I have wondered how it could include,  
Of beauty such a gallant multitude.  
There many a captive look hath conquered been,  
Thither sole armed men to see and to be seen.  
Great Romulus thou first these Plays contrives,  
To get thy widowed soldiers Sabines wives.  
In those days from the marble house did wave,  
No sail, no silken flag, no ensign brave:  
The Tragic Stage in that age was not red,  
There were no mixed colours tempered:  
Then did the Seen want art, the unready stage  
Was made of grass and earth in that rude age.  
Round about which the boughs were thickly placed▪  
The people did not think themselves disgraced.  
Of tough and heathy sods to have their seats  
Made in degree of sods and massy peats.  
Thus placed in order, every Roman bride  
Into his Virgin's eyes, and by her side  
Sat him down close, and severally did move  
The innocent Sabine women to their love.  
And whilst the piper Th●uscus rudely played,  
And by her stamping with his foot had made  
A sign unto the rest, there was a shout,  
Whose shrill report piereed all the air about.  
Now with a sign of rape given from the King,  
Round through the house the lusty Romans fling,  
Leaving no corner of the same unsought;  
Till every one a frighted Virgin caught.  
Look as the trembling Dove the eagle flies,  
Or a young Lamb when he a Wolf espies:  
So run these poor girls, filling the air with shrieks,  
Emptying of all the colour in their pale cheeks;  
One fear possessed them all, but not one look;  
This tears her hair, she hath her wits forsaken.  
Some sadly sit, some on their mothers call,  
Some chafe, some fly, some ●●and, but frighted all:  
Thus were the ravished Sabines blushing led,  
Becoming shame unto each Roman's bed.  
If any strived against it, straight her man  
Would take her on his knee, whom fear made wan,  
And say why weepest thou, sweet what ail'st my dear?  
Dry up those drops, those clouds of sorrow clear;  
I'll be to thee, if thou thy grief wilt smother,  
Such as thy father was unto thy mother.  
Full well could Romulus his soldiers please,  
To give them such fair Mistresses as these.  
If such rich wages thou wilt give to me,  
Great Romulus thy soldier I will be.  
From that first age the Theatre hath been  
Even like a trap to take fair wenches in.  
Frequent the Tiltyard, for there oft times are  
Clusters of people thronging at the bar.  
Thou shalt not need there with thy fingers because,  
Of winking signs, or close nods do not reckon;  
But where thy Mistress sits do thou abide,  
Who shall forbid thee to attain her side?  
A● near as the place suffers see thou get,  
That none betwixt thee and herself be set.  
If thou be'st mute and bashful I will teach,  
How to begin and break the Ice of speech.  
Ask whose that horse was, what he was did guide him▪  
Whence came he, if he well or ill did ride him▪  
Which in the course of barriers best did do,  
And whom she likes, him do thou favour to.  
When thou espiest where Rome's best gallants sit,  
Applaud fait Venus, with thy Mistress hand it.  
If dust by chance upon her garments fall,  
Look with thy ready hand thou brush it all.  
And though none fall, yet look that without scoff  
Thou with thy duteous hand beat that none off.  
And let the least occasion show thy duty,  
None can be too servile unto beauty.  
If her lose garments hang down at the skirt,  
Lick up the dust or fall into the dirt:  
Officious be to lift it up again,  
And from the sluttish earth to bear her train.  
Haply thy duteous guardian such may be▪  
That thou her foot or well shap ●●l●g may see.  
beware that none behind her rudely crush her,  
Or with his hard knees or his elbows brush her.  
Small favours women's light thoughts captivate,  
And many in their loves makes fortunate.  
Beating the dust, or fanning the fresh air,  
Or to her weary foot but add a stair;  
Such diligence and duty often proves  
Great furtherance to many in their loves.  
Within these lists hath Cupid battle sounded,  
And he that makes men wounds, himself been wounded.  
As careless of himself he pries about,  
To know which conquerors of the champions stout  
He feels himself pierced with a flying dart,  
And wounded sore, complains him of his heart.  
Oh what essembly did there come to see,  
Great Caesar stand in all his royalty.  
Praising his prizes in their shouts and skips,  
Took in the Persian and Atheman ships,  
From both sides of the Seas young Gallants came,  
And Virgins of all sorts to see the same.  
Then was the City thronged, who could not find  
In that fair crew a Saint to please his mind.  
Oh Gods! how many did kind fancy drive,  
Strangers to us, us unto them do wive.  
Behold great Caesar through the whole world framed  
Will add unto the nations he hath tamed.  
The Eastern kingdoms hereto over past,  
And they of all his Conquest shall be last.  
See where a ftout revenger comes in arms,  
Whose haughty breast the flower of honour warms  
That being but a child leads war in chains,  
But more than children can by war constrains,  
Thy birthday shall by general accord,  
With all the newest virtues be adored.  
Thy wisdom which might well become the aged,  
Shall in the self same rank be equipaged;  
That all the world may wonder one so young.  
Hath such a ripe wit, and so acquaint a tongue.  
Thy gifts out strip thy age whose slow pace lingers,  
Such was his instant strength, who 'twixt his fingers  
Crushed two envenomed Snakes being in the cradle.  
What would he do being mounted on the saddle?  
As great as Bacchus when his years yet green,  
Was in his power among the Indies seen:  
Is Caesar's heir unto his Father's spirit,  
That his sore father's virtues do inherit.  
With their auspicious fortune proudly dight  
Wars, and shall vanquish still where he doth fight.  
Such be the fate's decree must be his fame  
That shall wage battle under Caesar's name.  
Live still, thou youth: of whom thou now art King,  
With milk white heads and beards thy praises sing.  
Revenge thy wronged brothers, thy dead father.  
And to the wars millions of people gather.  
Thy father, and thy country, father too.  
C●se thee in arms 'gainst thy insulting foe;  
Thou bear s●●eligious arms so doth not he,  
Wrong ●eads him forth, but justice fights for thee.  
B●●old the Pa●●●ans. are already slain,  
The Fall yield, homage to the Laetine train.  
Caesar and Mars, both gods, his fathers both  
He powerful in his journey, now he goeth,  
I prophesy his conquest, and his praise,  
In a rich stile unto the heavens I●le raise:  
VV●th my field words he shall his army cheer,  
Which with their sweet sound shall enchant each car;  
Whilst I the Parthians slight describe at large,  
Who backward shoot, as flying their foes charge.  
And of the Romans resolution write,  
In vain po●● Parthian soldier thou dost fight.  
Mars the great god of arms, forsake thy drum,  
In vain thou hopest by slight to overcome.  
In what day shalt thou, fairest of all t ings.  
Bedecked with gold, attended on by Kings;  
And drawn along by four white snowy Steeds,  
To royalize thy acts and famous deeds:  
The whilst thy troops of soldiers round environs  
The Captain of the enemy bound with irons;  
Giving their legs to keep them from the flight,  
Which they before did practise in their fight.  
The joyful young men mingled with sweet lasses,  
Wil● crowd and press to see him as he passes;  
And now being met no sweet occasion balk,  
Make speech of any thing to enter talk:  
Though ignorant in all things, all things know,  
And take upon thee to explain each show.  
As thus she Euphrates that first proceeds.  
Having her head bound with a wreath of reeds,  
Call the next Tigris with her hair all blue.  
Maid, may be flattered, to think fain d things true.  
Say this presents Armenia, Danas she,  
In the next place let Achemoniae be.  
That man's a conqueror, captives they that tremble;  
Speak truly, if thou canst; if not, dissemble.  
Thence if you go to banquet and sit down,  
To taste sweet viands, and to drink a round;  
There may thy thoughts unto my Artincline,  
Observing Love more th●n the crimson Wine;  
Cupid himself always enured to tapes,  
Hath with his own white hand pressed Bacchus grapes.  
Until his wings with sprinkled wine made wet,  
He heavy sits, and sleeps where he is set.  
The dew from off his feathers soon he shakes,  
Which from his drowned wines the dry air takes;  
But from his breast so soon he cannot drive,  
Love sprink'ed there, though ne'er so much he strive  
Wine doth prepare the spirits, heats the brains hot,  
Expels deep cares, make sorrows quite forgot:  
Moves mirth, breeds laughter, makes the poor man proud,  
And not remembering need to laugh aloud;  
Sets open the thoughts, doth rudeness banish,  
Refineth arts, and at wine's sight woes vanish.  
In wine hath many a young man's heart been took,  
And born away in a fair wenches look.  
In wine is lust and rankness of desire;  
Join wine and love, and you add fire to fire.  
Choose not a face by Torchlight, but by day,  
Only gross faults such splendours can bewray.  
Trust not made lights, they will deceive thine eye;  
Thou canst not judge by Torchlight, nor in twy.  
At the broad noon-tide, when the sun shined rarest,  
Did Paris say to Helen, thou art fairest.  
The night hides faults, the midnight hour is blind;  
And no mishapped deformity can find.  
Stones and die d Scarlet by the day we choose:  
The broad day and bright sun in beauty use.  
Sometimes unto those places task thy feet,  
Where the fair forest hanntresses do meet  
In number more than Seasands, else prepare  
To the warm baths, where many a female are.  
There some or other hurt by Cupid's stroke,  
Where troubled waters with warm brimstone smoke,  
Mistakes the wounds, cause and exclaiming raves,  
Not blaming Love, but those unwholesome waves.  
See where Diana's grovie Temple stands.  
Where Kingdoms have been won by slaughtering hands;  
Because she Cupid loathes and lives chaste still.  
Much people he hath slain, and much shall kill.  
Thus sat my Muse hath sung in divers strains,  
Where thou mayst find fit place to set thy trains.  
My next endeavour is to lay the ground,  
To achieve and win the Mistress thou hast found.  
Be prompt and apt, you that shall read my lines,  
And use attention to their disciplines.  
The first strict Precept I enjoin your sense,  
Needful to be observed is conscience:  
Be confident, thy suit being once begun,  
And build on this, they all are to be won.  
First shall the birds that welcome in the spring,  
All muse and dumb, for ever cease to sing.  
The summer Aunts leave their industrious pains,  
And from their full mouths cast their loaded gains,  
The swift Menatian hounds that chase are  
Shall frighted run back from the trembling hare  
Before a wanton wench once tempted by thee,  
Poor fool, shall have the hard heart to deny thee.  
Stolen pleasure, which to men is never hateful,  
To women, is now and at all times ever grateful:  
The difference is, a Maid her love will cover,  
Men are more impudent and public lovers:  
'tis me: we men should ask the question still,  
Should women do it, it would become them ill.  
The Heifers strength being once ripe and mellow,  
After the Bull she through the field will bellow.  
The Maite neighs after the courageous breed,  
But humane lust doth not so much exceed.  
Our dame hath lawful bonds, keep time and season  
Nor bestial made like theirs, but mixed with reason.  
Should I of Biblis speak, whose hot desire  
Doth to the Brother's lawless bed aspire:  
And when the incestuous deed she well suspendeth,  
With resolution her sweet life she endeth.  
Myrrha the love of her own father sought,  
Affecting him, but not as daughters ought  
Her body in a tree tough rind appears;  
And with her sweet and odoriferous tears,  
Our bodies we perfume, these are the same,  
Myrrh of their Mistress, Myrrha that bears the name,  
In Ida of tall trees and Cedars full,  
There fed the glory of the heard, a Bull,  
Snow why e, save 'twixt his horns one spot there grew,  
Save that one stain he was of milky hue,  
This Bullock did the Heifers of the groves,  
Desire to bear as Prince of all their droves,  
But most Pasiphae's with adulterous breath,  
Envies the lovely Heisers to the death.  
I speak known truth this cannot Crect deny,  
With all her hundred Cities built on high.  
'tis said that for this Bull the doting Lass,  
Did use to top fresh boughs and mow young grass.  
Nor was the amorous Cretan Queen afeard,  
To grow a kind companion to the herd.  
Thus through the campaigne she is madly born,  
And a wild Bull to Minos gives the horn.  
'tis not for bravery he doth love or loathe thee,  
Then when Pasiphae, dost thou so richly  thee?  
Why dost thou thus thy face and looks prepare?  
What makest thou with thy glass ordering thy hair?  
Unless thy glass could make thee seem a Cow.  
And how can horns grow on that tender brow?  
If Minos please thee, no adulterer seek thee,  
Or if thy husband A●nes do not like thee.  
But thy lascivious thoughts are still increased,  
Deceive him with a man, not with a beast  
Thus by the Queen the wild woods are frequented,  
And leaving the King's bed she is contented  
To use the groves, born by the rage of mind,  
Even as a ship with a full Eastern wind.  
How often hath she with an envious eye  
Looked on the Cow that by her Bull did lie,  
Saying, oh wherefore did this Heifer move  
My hearts chief Lord, and urge him to her love.  
Behold, how she before him joyful skips,  
And proudly jetting on the green grass lips  
To please his amorous eye: then charged the Queen,  
See in these fields that Covv no more be seen.  
No sooner to her servants had she spoke.  
But the poor beast was strait put to the yoke.  
Some of these strumpet Heifers the Queen slay,  
And their warm blood the Altars did imbrue;  
Whilst by the sacrificing Priest she stands,  
And gripe their trembling entrails in her hands;  
Oft prayed she to the gods, but all in vain,  
To appease their deities with blood of beasts thus slain,  
And to their bowels spoke, go, go, be gone  
To please him whom I fond dote upon,  
Now doth she wish herself Europa then,  
To be fair so pasturing in the Fen.  
Io a beast in shape, hid, hoof, and horn;  
Only Europa on a beast was born.  
At length the Captain of the herd beguile d  
With a Cow's skin with curious art compiled  
The longing Queen obtained her full desire,  
And in the child's birth did bewray the fire.  
Had Cressa kept her from Thyestes bed.  
She had not with her child been banished;  
Nor Phoebus stop his Car that so bright burned.  
And his Steeds back unto the morning turned.  
King Nisas daughter that was held so fair.  
Stole from her Father's head the purple hair:  
And hanging at the ship, in her fall  
Changed to a bird in voice, in shape and all.  
Another S ylla was by Circe's spells  
Made a Sea monster, and in the Ocean dwells:  
Beneath whose navel barketh many a hound,  
Whose ravenous gulf like throats, Ship and men drowned.  
The wisest of great Al●rdes that by land  
Fled the great god of war, and did withstand  
Neptune by Sea, behold alas she dies  
A woeful and lamented Sacrifice:  
Whose sorrows only not bright Crusa's flame,  
Wishing their salt tears might have quenched the same,  
Who could but weep to see young children slain,  
Whilst their warm bloods their mother's garments slain.  
Thanux, Anutor's daughter she laments  
The swift pact burrying chariot tears and rents.  
Chief mischief all by women's lust engender;  
Some of their hearts be tough, though most be tender,  
women's desires are burning, some contagious,  
men's are more temperate far, and less outrageous:  
Then in my Art proceed nor doubt to enjoy  
And win all women be they ne'er so coy.  
Use them by my directions, being learned by thee.  
Not one amongst a thousand will deny thee  
Yet love they to be urged by some constraint,  
As well in things which they deny as grant:  
But take thou no repulse; is't not a treasure  
To enjoy new delights and taste fresh pleasure?  
Variety of sweets are welcome still,  
And acceptablest to a woman's will:  
They think that corn best in another's field,  
Their neighbour's goat the sweetest milk doth yield.  
But first ere siege be to thy Mistress laid,  
Practise to come acquainted with her Maid:  
She can prepare the way, seek thy redress,  
And by her means thou mayst have sweet access.  
To her familiar ear your counsels show,  
And all your private pleasures let her know:  
Bribe her with gifts, corrupt her with reward,  
With her that's easy which to thee seems hard:  
She can choose times, so times Physicians keep,  
When in thy Mistress arms thou safe mayst sleep,  
And that must be when she is apt to yield,  
What time the ripe corn swells within the field,  
When banished sorrows, from her heart remove,  
And gives mirth place, she ●ies broad wake to love.  
Whilst Troy was pensive, 'twas well fenced and kept,  
But then betrayed when they securely slept.  
Yet sometimes prove her, when thou findest her sad,  
Mourning her own wrong with some usage bad.  
Fellow that humour with thy fluent tongue,  
she'll grace: he to revenge her former wrong,  
Her may the industious made prepare.  
And softly whisper, yet that she may bear,  
Such wrongs no woman that hath spirit can bear:  
So she proceeds to thee, lifts thy praises high,  
Swear for her chaste love thou art bend to die,  
And there step in, and doubt not to prevail,  
Yet ere her furious anger hath stroke sail,  
Rage in that Sea: delay consumes and dies,  
Like ice against the Sun; no grace despise  
That from the handmaid comes; with all thy power  
Seek by convenient means her to deflower.  
She is industrious and made apt for sport,  
And by her office limits your resort.  
She, if her counsel may be closely kept,  
Her Ladies due would gladly intercept.  
All is hap hazard, though it be with pain.  
My counsel is from these things to abstain.  
I will not headlong over mountains tread.  
Not following me shall any be miss?  
But of the maid by whom thou send'st thy Letter,  
With her care please thee well, with her face better  
Begin not therefore with the maid to toy,  
Thy Mistress love and favour first enjoy.  
One thing beware, if thou wilt credit Art,  
Nor let my words amongst the winds departed:  
If thou hast moved her once take no denial,  
Resolve to act, or never to make trial,  
Faom fear and blame thou art secure and free.  
As soon as she partakes the crime with thee.  
You see the bird that to the morning sings,  
Cannot soar high when she hath limned her wings;  
Nor can the savage Boar with gristed back,  
Break through those toils, which he before made slack  
The fish that glides along the silver brook,  
Is quickly drawn. ●eing wounded with the book,  
So having once but tried her, make her yield,  
And never part, but conquer from ●he field:  
The fault being mutual, knowing how she fell,  
The bashful girl will be ashamed to tell.  
But she can show thee in familiar phrase,  
Both what thy virtuous Mistress doth and says.  
Always be secret if your guilt appear,  
'Twill in thy Lady breed perpetual fear.  
He is deceived that thinks all times avail  
For Swains to turn the earth Seamen to sail:  
All seasons are not kind when men should sow,  
Times must be picked, to have your grain well grow.  
Nor always is the surging Ocean fit,  
That the well fraughted ship may sail in it:  
Nor is it always time fair Girls to woe;  
Sometimes abstain, so doth thy Master do.  
Omit her birth day, and those Kalends miss,  
When Mar● and Venus both abstain to kiss:  
At some forbidden seasons being decked  
With princely ' tire, use her with great respect.  
In the bream winter when that Phad●s rain,  
From the sweet work of Venus most abstain:  
Forbear the like resort among thy wenches,  
When that the tender Kid the Ocean drenches.  
Thou shalt begin even in that very day,  
When woeful and lamenting Alila  
Looks on the tragic earth made crimson red  
With the wild Romans wounds which that day bled,  
Or in the seventh feast which is held divine,  
And honoured by the men of Palestine.  
Thy Lady's birthday Ceremonies make,  
And superstitiously all works forsake;  
Above all days let that a black day be,  
When thou giv'st aught, or she doth beg of thee.  
You shall have some into your bosoms creep.  
Who jestingly will snatch things they will keep,  
And by some slight and wanton s●it.  
To enrich themselves will leave thee destitute.  
First shall the Linen Draper bring his wares.  
And lay his pack wide open at the Fairs  
She will peruse them as thou standest her nigh,  
The whilst the Draper asks what will you buy?  
Straight will she crave thy judgement in the Lawn  
Thou by degrees to show thy skill art drawn:  
Then will she kiss thee, pray thee she may try it,  
Thus by her flattery thou art won to buy it.  
Canst thou deny the wanton she will swear,  
This gift will serve her use for many a year:  
It is now cheap, she hath great need of this;  
And every word she mingles with a kiss.  
Hast thou no coin about thee thou shalt send,  
To entreat it by a Letter from thy friend.  
What? must I needs present her with this casket,  
Because that on her birthday she doth ask it?  
Then every day she wants she will be sworn,  
That as that very day she's bred and born.  
Or when I see her bow she sadly weeps,  
And feigning some false loss much seeking keeps,  
As if she had let fall some precious thing.  
A jewel from her ear, her hand a ring.  
What's that to me, or if I here her prey  
To borrow this or that until some day.  
What's lent is lost and to be found no more:  
Women things borrowed never will restore.  
Ten tong●es, as many mouths cannot impart  
Half the sleights used in the Strumpet's art.  

D●ta d●na f●ut dat mella genist●.  Make ove with Letter's and thy money save,  
And let them wax, and ink, and paper have;  
Keep what thou hast, for words good words surrender.  
For flattery like falsehood ever tender.  
Fair words are cheap, what more thou giv'st is lost,  
Flatter, speak fair, 'tis dene wi●h little cost.  
Old Triam by entreaty Hect●r won,  
Which bribed Achilles' neve● would have done;  
Force is but weak, intreat● hath her odds;  
So we entreat, but not enforce the gods.  
A promise is a charm to make fools fa●.  
Be full of them, promise no matter what.  
A promise is a meet enchanting witch,  
By promises 'tis an easy matter to be rich.  
The hope of gain will keep thy credit free,  
Hope is a goddess false yet true to thee.  
Give her and say, you part on some disdain.  
Thou by her looseth, she by thee shall gain.  
Be always giving, but your gift still keep,  
And thy delays in words well harmed s●eep:  
So hath the barren field deceived the swain;  
So doth the Gamester lose in hope to gain.  
Love that on even hands grows is most pure.  
That which comes gratis longest doth endure.  
Writ first, and let thy pleasant lines salute her.  
A Letter breaks the ice of any Suitor:  
A Letter in an apple writ and sent.  
Won fair C●dippe to her lovers bend.  
You Roman Youths all other toys resign.  
Leave the seven Liberal Arts and Muses nine.  
As when you hear an Orator declaim,  
The people judge, and Senate grace the same.  
So when the fair maids thou shalt come among.  
Speak well, and they will all applaud thy tongue,  
But speak not by the book, it breeds offence,  
To court in strange and fustian eloquence:  
None but a gull such Bastard words will praise,  
Or in his speech use an enforced phrase.  
Who but a mad man else with Orations,  
Plead to his love and woe in declamations  
Use a smooth language, and accustomed speech,  
And with no straining discourse love beseech,  
As if thou cam'st to speak a studied part,  
But as immediately sent from the heart.  
If the receive thy lines, and scoras to r●ad them.  
But casting them away, on the ground tre●d them:  
Despair not though, but that she may in time,  
And will with judging eyes peruse thy rhyme,  
In time the stubborn Heifers draw the wain,  
In time the wildest steeds do brook the ra●n.  
Time frets hard iron, in time the pl●w shares worn  
Yet the ground soft by which the steel is torn.  
What's harder than a stone, or what more soft  
Than water is, and yet by dropping oft  
The gentle rain will eat into the flints.  
And in their hard sides leaves impressive di●ts,  
Do but persist the suit thou hast begun.  
In time will chaste Penelop● be won:  
Long was it ere the City Troy was ta'en:  
Yet was it burnt at length and Priam slain.  
Hath she perused the scroul thou didst indite,  
And will she not as yet an answer write:  
Enforce her not, it is enough to th●e,  
That she hath read it, and thy love doth see.  
Fear not, if once she r●ad what thou hast writ,  
She will vouchsafe in time to answer it.  
At first perhaps her Letter will be sour.  
And on thy hopes her paper seem to lower,  
In which she will conjure thee to be mure,  
And charge thee to forbear thy hated suit;  
Tush, what she most forwarns she most desires,  
In frosty woods are hid the hottest fires.  
Only pursue to reap what thou hast sown,  
A million to a mite she is thy own.  
If thou by chance hast found her in some place,  
Down on her back and upwards with her face.  
Occasion smiles upon thee, thank thy fate,  
Seal to her besides with a thievish gate;  
And having won unto her wisely bear thee,  
With watchful care that no eaus-dropper bear thee.  

When thou meetest her abroad.  Or if she walk abroad without delay,  
Be thou a quick spy to observe her way.  
Keep in her eye, and cross her in the street,  
Here overtake her, at that corner meet;  
Then come behind her, then outstrip her pace,  
And now before her, and now after trace;  
Now fast, now slow, and ever move some stay,  
That she may find thee still first in her way;  
Nor be afraid if thou occasion spy.  
To jog her elbow as thou passest by:  
Or if thou happenest to behold from far,  

When thou findest her in the Theatre.  Thy Mistress crossing to the Theatre;  
H●e to the place, being there look round about thee,  
And in no seat let her be found without thee:  
No matter though the Play thou do not mind,  
Thou sights enough within her face shalt find;  
There stand at gaze, there wonder, there admire,  
There speaking locks may whisper thy desire.  
Applaud him whom she likes, if thou discover  
In any strain a true well-acted Lover:  
Make him thy instance, court her by all skill;  
If she rise, rise, if she sit, sit thee still:  
Laugh thou but when she smiles, die when she lours,  
And in her looks and gestures lose thy hours.  
Thy legs with eating pumice do not wear,  
Use not hot irons to crisp and curl thy hair;  
No spruce starched fashions should on Lovers wait.  
Men best become a mere neglected gate.  
Blunt Theseus came with no perfumes to Crete,  
And yet great Minos' daughter thought him sweet;  
Phoedra did love Hippolytus, yet he  
Had on his back no courtly bravery.  
Adonis like a woodman still was clad,  
Yet Venus doted on the lovely lad.  
Go neat and handsome: comeliness best pleases,  
And the desire of women soon ceases.  
Use a meet gate, thy garments without stain,  
Keep not thy face from weather not from rain,  
Thy tongue have without roughness, thy teeth clear  
And white, and let no rust inhabit there.  
Were thy shoes close and fit, and not too wide;  
Cut thy hair compass, even on either side:  
Let no disordered hairs here and there stand▪  
But have thy Beard trimmed with a skilful hand:  
Make blunt thy nails, pair them and keep them low.  
Let no stiff hairs within thy nostrils grow:  
Keep thy breath sweet and fresh, lest rank it smell,  
Such is the air where bearded Goats do dwell.  
All other lose tricks and effeminate ●oys,  
Leave thou to want on Girls and juggling Boys.  
Behold young Bacchus me his Poet names.  
He favours Lovers and those amorous flames  
In which he hath been scorched; 
The ●●le of Theseus and Ariadne.  it so fell out,  
Mad Ariadus strayed the Isle about;  
Being left alone within that desert plain,  
Were the brook Dia pores into the main,  
Who making from her rest, her vail unbound,  
Her bare foot treading on the tender ground,  
Her golden hair dissolved; aloud the raves,  
Calling on Theseus to the diffused waves,  
On Theseus, cruel Theseus, whom she seeks,  
Whilst showers of tears, makes furrows in her cheeks;  
She calls and weeps, and weeps and calls at once,  
Which might to ruth move the senseless stones.  
Yet both alike became her, they graced her,  
The whilst she strives to call him, or cry faster.  
Then beats she her sofr breast, and makes it groan,  
And then she cries, what? is false Theseus gone?  
What shall I do? she cries, what shall I do?  
And with that note she runs the Forest through.  
When suddenly her ears might understand,  
Cymbals and Timbrels touched with a loud hand:  
To which the forest, woods and caves resound,  
And now amaz's she senseless falls to ground.  
Behold the Nymphs come with their scattered hair  
Falling behind, which they like garments wear,  
And the light Satyrs, and untoward crew,  
Nearer and nearer to the Virgin drew.  
Then old St●enus with his lazy ass.  
Nods with his drunken pa●e about to pass.  
Where the poor Lady all in tears lies drowned.  
Scarce sits the drunkard but he falls to ground,  
Scarce holds the bridle fast, but staggering stoops,  
Following tho●e giddy Bacchanalian troops;  
Who dance the wild Lavalto on the grass,  
Whilst with a staff he lays upon his ass  
At length when the young Satyrs lest suspect,  
He tumbling falls quite from his ass' neck,  
But up they heave him, whilst each Satire cries,  
Rise good old Father, good old Father rise.  
Now comes the god himself, next after him,  
His vine like Chariot driven with Tigers grim.  
Colour and voice, and Theseus she doth la●●●.  
There would she fly, and there fear pulled her back.  
She trembles like a sta●k the wind doth shake,  
Or a weak reed that grows beside the lake.  
To whom the g●●d● spoke, Lady take good cheer.  
See one more faithful than false Theseus here.  
Thou shalt be wife ●o Bacchus for a gift,  
Receive high heaven, and to he spheres beleft,  
Where thou shalt shine a star, to g●●d● by night  
The wand'ring Seaman in his cour●e ●●ght.  
This said, lest that his Tigers should astray,  
The trembling maid, the god his Coach doth stay.  
And leaping from h●s Char●ot with his heels.  
He prints the sand, with that the N●●ph he feels;  
And hugging her, in vain she doth ●●s●●t.  
He bears her thence, gods can do what they list.  
Some Hymen sing, and Io cry,  
So Bac●hus with th●●●aid that night doth lie.  
Therefore when wine in plenteous 〈…〉 do flow,  
And thou that night unto thy love doth owe,  
Pray to the god of grapes that in thy be●,  
The quaffing healths do not offend thy head.  
In wine much hidden talk thou mayst invent, 
Love trick used in eating and drinking.   
To give thy Lady note of thy intent.  
To tell her thou art hers, and she is thine,  
Thus even at board make love tricks in the wine.  
Nay, I can teach thee though thy tongue be mute,  
How with thy speaking eye to move thy suit:  
Good language may be made in looks and winks,  
Be first that takes the cup wherein she drinks.  
And note the very place her lip did touch,  
Drink just at that, let thy regard be such.  
Or when she carves, what part of all the meat  
She with her finger touch that out and eat:  
Or if thou carve to her, or she to thee,  
Her hand in taking it touch cunningly.  
Be with her friend familiar, and be sure,  
It much avails to make thy love endure.  
When thou drinkest drink to him above the rest,  
Grace him, and make thyself a thankful guest.  
In every thing prefer him to his face,  
Though in his function he be ne'er so base.  
The course is s●fe and doth secureness lend,  
For who suspecless may not greet his friend.  
Yet though the path thou treadest seem strait and plain,  
In some things it is full of rubs again.  
Drink spatingly, for my impose is such,  
And in your singling him take not too much.  
Carouse not but with soft and moderate sups, 
Carouse not to much.   
Have a regard and measure in your cups.  
Let both the feet and thoughts their office know,  
Chiefty beware of brawling, which may grow  
By too much wine, from fight most abstain,  
In such a quarrel was Eurition slain.  
Where swaggering leads the way mischief comes after,  
Junkets and wine were made for mirth and laughter.  
Sing if thy voice be delicate and sweet, 
Sing. Dance.   
If thou canst dance them nimbly shake thy feet  
If thou hast in thee aught that●s more t●en common,  
Show it; such gifts as these most please a woman▪  
Though to be drunk inde●● may hurt the brain,  
Yet now and then I hold it good to fain.  
Instruct thy lisping tongue sometimes to tri●,  
That if a word misplaced do pass thy lip:  
At which the carping presence find some clause,  
It may be judged that quaffing was the cause.  
Then boldly say, how happy were that man,  
That could enfold thee in his arms, and then  
Wish to embrace her in her sweetheart's stead,  
Whom in her ear thou ravest to see dead.  
But when the Tables drawn, and she among  
The full crew rising, thrust into the throng,  
And touch her softly as she forth doth go,  
And with thy foot tread gently on her toe.  
Now is the time to speak, be not afraid,  
Him that is bold both love and fortune aid.  
Doubt now thy want of Rhetoric true love show,  
Good words unwares upon thy tongue will flow,  
Make as thy tongue could wound thy soul with grief,  
And use what art thou canst to win relief.  
All women of themselves self loved are,  
The foulest in their own conceits are fair:  
Praise them they will believe, thee I have known  
A mere dissembler a true lover grown.  
Troving in earnest what he feigned in sport,  
Then, oh you Maids, use Men in gentle sort.  
Be affable, and kind, and scorn eschew,  
Love forged at first may at the last prove true.  
Let fair words work into their hearts as brooks,  
Into a hollow band that overlooks  
The margin of the water▪ praise her cheek,  
The colour of her hair commend and like,  
Her slender finger, and her pretty foot,  
Her body, and each part that belongs unto't.  
And women as you hope my stile shall raise you,  
I charge you to believe men when they praise you;  
For praises please the chastest maids delight,  
To hear their Lovers in their praise to write.  
June and Pallas hate the Phrygian soil,  
Whore Paris to their beauties gave the foil.  
Even yet they envy V●●us and still dare her,  
To come to a new judgement which is fairer.  
The Peacock being praised spreads his train,  
Be silent and he hides his wealth again.  
Horses trapped richly praise them in their race,  
They will survet and proudly mend their pace.  
Large promises in love I much allow,  
Nay call h●gods as witness to thy vow:  
For Jove himself sits in the azure sky's,  
And laughed below at lovers perjuries.  
Commanding Aeolus to disperse them quite,  
Even Jove himself hath falsely sworn some write,  
By Sux to June, and since then doth show,  
Favours to us that falsely swear below.  
Gods surely be gods, we must think they are,  
To them burn incense and due rights prepate;  
Nor do they sleep, as many think they do,  
Led harmless lives, pay debts and forfeits too;  
Keep covenant with thy friend and banish fraud,  
Kill no●, and such a man the god's appland.  
Say women none deceive, the gods have spoken,  
There is no pain imposed on faith so broken.  
Deceive the sly deceiver, 
〈…〉 ●●tem on 〈◊〉 ●●●us  they find snares,  
To catch poor harmless Lovers unawares.  
Lay the ●●ke trains for them; nine year some fain  
In Egypt there did fall no drop of rain, 
Busi●is 〈◊〉 Thra●●●● because he was a stranger   
When Thratius to the grim Busiris goes,  
And from the Oracle this answer shows,  
That Jove must be appeased with stranger's blood,  
They said Busiris k●ll d●●im where he stood:  
And said withal thou stranger first art slain,  
To appease the god and bring great Egypt rain  
Phallaris Bull, King Phallaris first said;  
With the work master that the Engine made:  
Both Kings were just, death death's inventor try.  
And justly in their own inventions die.  
So should false oaths▪ by ●ig●● false oaths beguile  
And a deceitful gi●le be caught by wile:  
Then ●each ●hy e●es to weep, 
We●p to her.  tears persuade truth  
An● move● obd●●rate Adamant to ruth.  
A● 〈◊〉 sp●cial times that ●●●ssing by.  
●he may perceive a ●●at stand in thy eye.  
Or if tears fail, as still thou canst not get them.  
With thy moist finger rub thy eyes and wet them.  
Who but a fool that cannot judge of blisses,  
But when he speaks will with his words mix kisses,  
Say she be coy and will give none at all,  
Take them ungiven, perhaps at first she'll brawl.  
Strive and resist her all the ways she can,  
And say withal away you naughty man.  
Yet will she fight like one would lose the field.  
And striving gladly be constrained to yield.  
●e not so boisterous, do not speak too high,  
Lest by rude hurting of her lips she cry.  
He that gets kisses with his pleading tongue,  
And gets not all things that to love belong,  
I count him for a Meacock and a sot,  
Worthy to lose the kisses that he got.  
What more than kissing wanted of the game,  
Was thy mere dastardy, not bashful shame.  
They term it force, such force comes welcome still,  
What pleaseth them they grant against their will.  
Thoebe the fair was forced, to was her sister,  
Yet Phoebe in her heart thanked him that kissed her.  
There is a tale well known how Hecubs son,  
To steal fair Helen through the stream did run,  
Venus who by his censure won in Ide,  
Gave to him in requital this fair bride:  
Now for another world doth sail with joy,  
A welcome daughter to the King of Troy  
The whilst the Grecians are already come,  
Moved with this public wrong against Tiu●m:  
Achilles in a smoke his Sex doth smother,  
And lays the blame upon his careful mother.  
What makes thou, great Achilles, to zing wool,  
When Pallas in a cask should hid thy sk●●l,  
What doth that palm with webs and ●h●reds of gold,  
Which are more sit a warlike shield to hold?  
Why should that right hand rock and twig contain,  
By which the Trojan Hell●r must be sla●●?  
Ca●● of those lose vails and ●hy a mo●●●ta●●e.  
And in thy hand ●he spear of Pe●●a● ●●ake.  
Thus Lady like he with a Lady lay,  
Tall what he was her belly did bewray:  
Yet was she forc●t; so ought we to believe,  
Not to be so enforced how would she grieve,  
When he should rise from her, still would she cry,  
(For he had armed him, and his Rock laid by)  
And with a soft voice spoke, Achilles stay,  
It is too soon to rise, lie down I pray.  
And then the man that forced her she would kiss,  
What force Deidemia call you this?  
There is a kind of fear in the first proffer,  
But having once begun she takes the offer.  
Trust not too much young man to thy fair face,  
Nor look a woman should entreat thy grace:  
First let a man with sweet words smoo●h his way,  
Be forward in her car to sue and pray.  
If thou wilt reap fruits of thy love's effects,  
Only begin, 'tis all that she expects.  
So in the ancient time Olympian Jove,  
Made to Hero's suit, and won their love.  
But if thy words breed scorn, a while forbear,  
For many what most flies them hold most dear:  
And what they may have proffered fly and shun,  
By soft retreat great vantage may be won.  
In person of a wooer come not still,  
B●t sometimes as a friend in mere good will:  
Thou ca●●st her friend, but shalt return her Love.  
A white soft hue my judgement doth disprove;  
Give me a face whose colour knows no art,  
Which the green Sea hath tanned, the Sun made swa●  
Beauty is mere uncomely in a Clown,  
That under the hot Planets plough the ground.  
And thou that Pallas garland wouldst redeem,  
To have a white face it would ill beseem.  
Let him that loves look pale, for I protest,  
That colour in a Lover still shows best,  
Orion wand'ring in the woods looked sickly,  
Da●●re being once in love lost colour quickly.  
Th●●anness argues love, seem sparely fed.  
And sometimes wear a night cap on thy head,  
For griefs and cares that in afflictions show,  
Weaken a Lovers. spirits and bring him low.  
Look miserably poor it much behoves,  
That all that see you, may say, you man loves.  
Shall I proceed or stay, move or dissuade?  
Friendship and faith of no account are made.  
Love mingles right with wrong▪ friendship despises,  
And the world faith holds vain, and slightly prizes.  
Thy Lady's beauty do not thou commend,  
To thy companion or thy trusty friend:  
Lest of thy praise enamoured it may breed.  
Like love in them with passions that exceed.  
Yet was the Nuptial bed of great Achilles  
Unstained by his dear friend Actorides:  
The wife of Theseus though she went astray,  
Was chaste as much as in Piturious lay.  
Phaeb●s and Pallas Hermenius, Th●llades:  
And the two twins we call Tertarides,  
Tend to the like, but he that in these days.  
For the like trust acquires the self same praise.  
He may as well from weeds seek sweet rose buds,  
Apples of thorn trees, honey from the floods.  
Nothing is practised now but what is ill,  
Pleasure is each man's God, faith they excel:  
And that stolen pleasure is respected chief.  
Which fall to one man by another's grief.  
O mischief you young lovers, fear not those,  
That are your open and professed foer,  
Suspect thy friend▪ though else in all things just,  
Yet in thy love he will deceive thy trust.  
Friends breed tine fears in love, the presence hate  
Of thy near kinsman, brother, and sworn mate.  
I was about to end, but so I see,  
How many humorous thoughts in women be,  
But thou that ●n my Art thy name wil● rais●,  
A thousand humours woe a thousand ways:  
One plot of ground all f●●●●les cannot bring,  
This is for vi●●s, here co●n the ●●●●ves spring.  
More than be 〈…〉.  
Have women's 〈…〉 fantasies.  
He that is apt will in himself devise,  
jonnmerable shapes of fit disguise,  
To shift and change like Proteus whom we see,  
A Lion first, a Boar, and then a tree.  
Some fishes by a dare are strangely took,  
These by a net, and others by a book.  
All ages not alike entrapped are,  
The crooked old wife sees the train from far.  
Appear not learned unto one that's rude,  
Nor lose to one with chastity endued:  
Should you do so, alas the pretty elves,  
Would in the want of Art distrust themselves.  
Hence comes it, their best fortunes some refuse,  
And the base Bed of an inferior choose.  
Part of my toils remains, and part is past,  
Here doth my shaken ship her author cast;  
FINIS.   

The second Book  
SIng Io Poean, twice, twice Io say,  
My toil are pitched, and I have caught my prey.  
●e the glad Lover crown my head with bays,  
And before old blind Homer Ovid praise,  
So did King Priam's son exulting skip,  
With the fair ravished Helen in his ship:  
So did he sing that in his chariot run,  
And victor like the bright Allant● won.  
Whether away young man thy bark is lost.  
Yet in the mid-sea far from any coast,  
'Tis nor enough to thee by my new Art,  
To find a Lady that commands thy heart.  
The reach of my invention is much deeper,  
By art thou shalt her win, by art shalt keep her.  
As difficult it is by art to blind her  
To thy desires, as at the first to find her.  
In this consists the substance of my skill,  
Cupid and Venus both assist me still.  
And gracious Erato my stile prepare,  
Thou art the Muse that hast of Lover's care.  
I promise wondrous things, I will explain,  
How fickle thoughts in love may firm remain,  
And how the wag in fetters may be hurled,  
That strays and wanders round about the world:  
Yet is love light and hath two wings to fly;  
'tis hard to outstrive him mounting the sky.  
What Minos to his guest always denied,  
A desperate passage through the air he tried:  
As Dedalus the Labyrinth hath buied,  
In which to shut the Queen Pasiphaes' guilt.  
Kneeling he says, just Minos end my moans,  
And let my native country shroud my bone●.  
Grant me, great king what yet the fares deny,  
And where I have not lived, oh● let me die:  
Or if, dread Sovereign. I deserve no grace.  
Look with a pi●cious eye on my child's face.  
And grant him leave from whence we are exiled,  
Or pity me, if you deny my child,  
This and much more she says, but all in vain,  
Both son and sire still doth the king detain.  
Which he perceiving said, now, now 'tis fit,  
To give the world cause to admire thy wi●.  
The Land and Sea are watched by day and night,  
Nor Land nor Sea lies open to our flight:  
Only the air remains, then let us try,  
To cut a passage through the air and fly.  
Jove be auspicious to my enterprise,  
I covet not to mount above the skier,  
But make this refuge since I can prepare,  
No means to fly, my Lord, but through the air:  
Make me immortal, bring me to the brim,  
Of the black Stygian waters, Sty I●le swim.  
Oh humane wit thou canst invent much ill,  
Thou searchest strange arts who would think by skill.  
A heavy man like a light bird should stray,  
And through the empty heavens find a fit way.  
He placeth in just order all his quilis,  
Whose bottoms with resolved wax he fills.  
Then binds them with a line, and being fast tied,  
He placeth them like oars on either side.  
The little lad, the downy feathers blue,  
And what his father wrought he nothing knew.  
The wax he softened with the strings he played,  
Not thinking for his shoulders they were made:  
To whom his father spoke, and then looked pale,  
With these swift ships we to our land must sail.  
All passage now doth cruel Minos stop,  
Only the empty air he still leaves :  
That way must we, the land and the rough deep,  
Doth Minos bar the air, he cannot keep,  
But in the way, beware thou set no eye,  
On the the sign Virgo nor Boors high.  
Look not the black Orion in the face,  
That bears a sword, but just with me keep place.  
Thy wings are now in fastening, follow me,  
I will before thee fly, as thou shalt see.  
Thy father mount or stoop, so I arreed thee.  
Take me thy guide, and safely I will lead thee.  
If we should soar too neear great Thaebus feat,  
The melting wax will not endure the heat.  
Or if we fly too near the humid seas.  
Our moistened wings we shall not shake with ease.  
Fly between both, and with the gusts that ri●e,  
Let thy light body sail amidst the skies.  
And ever as his little son he charms,  
He fits the feathers to his tender arms,  
And shows him how to move his body light,  
As birds do teach the little young ones flight,  
By this he calls a council of of his wits,  
And his own wings unto his shoulders fits.  
Being about to rise he fearful quakes,  
And in his new way his faint body shakes:  
But ere be took his flight he kissed his son,  
Whilst floods of tears down by his cheeks did run.  
There was a hillock not so high and tall  
As lofty mountains be, nor yet so small  
To be with valleys even, and yet a hill,  
From this they both attempt their uncouth skill:  
The father moves his wings, and with respect,  
His eyes upon his wand'ring son reflect.  
They bear a spacious course, and the apt boy,  
Fearless of harms in his new tract doth joy.  
And flies more boldly, now upon them looks  
The fishermen that angle in the brooks;  
And with their eyes cast upwards frighted stand,  
By this is Samos Isle on their left hand:  
With Maxos, Paros, Delphos, and the rest.  
Fearless they take the course that likes them best.  
Upon the right hand Eurithes they forsake,  
Now Asipelea with thy fishy lake.  
Shady Paechinne full of woods and groves,  
When the rash boy too bold in venturing roves.  
Loses his guide, and takes his flight so high,  
That the soft wax against the Sun do●h fry.  
And the cords that made the feathers fast,  
So that his arms have power upon no blast:  
He fearfully from the h●gh clouds looks down.  
Upon the lewer heavens whose cur●'d waves f●●wn  
At his ambitious height, and f●om the skies,  
He sees black 〈◊〉 and death before his eyes?  
No●●e●ts the wax his ●●ked arm● he shakes,  
And se●king to catch ●old ●o hold h● takes.  
But now the ●ak●d 〈◊〉 down headlong fa●ls,  
And by the way he f●●her, father cal●s?  
Help, father, he● help he cries, and as he speaks  
A violent w●v● his course of anguine bre●ks.  
The unhappy father, but no father now,  
〈…〉 ●l●ud, son Icarus where ●●t thou?  
Where ●r● thou Icarus? where dost thou fly?  
Icarus w●e●e ar●? when st●●igh● he doth espy  
The feathers swim, thus loud ●e doth exclaim,  
The Earth h●s bones, the Sea still keeps his name.  
Mino● could not restrain a man from flight,  
But winged Cupid be he ne'er so light.  
He gulls himself that seek● to w●t●hes craft,  
Or with a young col●s forehead make a cr●ft.  
No power in wise Medeus potions dwells.  
Nor drowned poisons mixed with magic spells.  
The power of love is not enforced by these;  
For were it so, then had Ersonides  
Been stayed by Phasius, and Vlisse kept,  
Who stole from Circe while the enchantress slept.  
These charmed drugs moves madness, hurts the brain,  
To gain pure love, pure love return again.  
Mischievous thoughts eschew to purchase grace,  
Manners prevails more than a beauteous face.  
And yet the Nymphs the love of Nilus seek.  
And H●mer do●ts on Nieureus the fair▪ Greek;  
But trust not thou the beauty to keep kind,  
Thy Mistress seeks the beauty of thy mind,  
All outward beauty fades as years' increase,  
Even so it wears away and waxeth less.  
Beauty in her own course is overtaken,  
The violet now fresh is strait forsaken,  
Nor always do the Lilies of the field,  
The glorious beauties of their object yield.  
The fragrant rose once pluck● the b●●e●y thorn,  
Shows rough and naked, on which the rose was born.  
Oh ●hou most fa●r●w ●●●e hairs come on ap●ce,  
And wrinkled farrows which will ●low ●hy face.  
Instruct thy soul, they have thoughts perfect made,  
These beauties last till death▪ all others f●de.  
To liberal arts thy careful hours apply.  
Learn many tongues with their true Euphony.  
Vesses was not fair but eloquent,  
Yet to his Love the Sea Nymphs did consent.  
How often did the witch his stay implore,  
Making he Seas unfit for sail o●●are▪  
She prayed him oft, because he spoke so well,  
Ov●r and over Troy's sad f●te to tell,  
Wilt he with pithy words and fluent phrase,  
Re●●tes the self same story divers ways.  
Calispe as they on the Sea bank stood.  
Cast●ng their eyes upon the neighbouring fl●o●,  
Desires the fall and bloody acts to hear,  
Wrought by the Ordrision Captains sword and spear.  
Then holding 'twixt his fingers a white wand,  
What she requests he draws upon the sand.  
Here's Troy quoth he▪ and then the walls he paints,  
Think Samots this imagine these my tents.  
There was a place in which ●●lon was slain.  
About the Virgil warch, when with the rain  
The Hemonian Horses play, and as he speaks,  
To counterfeit that place the sand he breaks,  
Here Seythian Rhesus tents are pitched on high,  
This way his horsemen slain returned I.  
More did he draw, when on the sudden low,  
A claming wave the shore doth overflow.  
And as her drops amidst his works doth fal●,  
It washed away his tent●, his Troy and all:  
To which the goddess dares Vlisset try,  
These senseless violent waves that climb so high;  
And wilt thou with these waters be annoyed,  
By which so great names are so soon destroyed.  
Then trust no idle shape, it will decay,  
Seek inward beauty, such as last for aye.  
Sweet affability will enter far  
Into a woman's breast when scorn breeds war.  
We hate the Hawk, and loath her flesh to eat,  
Because by rapine the doth get her meat.  
The Wolf we hunt, and enyy all her stock,  
Because the Lamb she kills, and spoils the flock:  
But none the gentle Swallow lays to catch.  
The joving stocks within our turret's hatch.  
Away with quarrel●, bitter words, rough deeds.  
Love with kind language and fair speeches speeds:  
Strife makes the married couple often jar,  
The man with wise, the wife with man to war.  
Leave brawls to wives, they are their marriage dower.  
When by appointment you shall meet in bed,  
By the laws done, you are not thither led:  
Strict statutes from such actions still withdraw,  
Yet your abounding love supply the Law:  
Bring love speeches to enchant the ear,  
And moving words, such as she joys to hear.  
I am not Tutor unto him that's rich,  
My precepts soar not to so high a pitch.  
The Lover that's endovved with gold or fee,  
And comes with gifts, he hath no need of me.  
He that at every word can take supply,  
Hath in that every word more wit than I:  
We yield to him, he that their laps can fill,  
Teacheth an art that goes beyond my skill.  
My Muse instructs poor jovers wanting pelf,  
For when I loved I was but poor myself.  
Still as my purse no store of crowns affords▪  
I in the stead of rich gifts give fair words.  
Be fearful you poor Lovers to displease,  
●e patiented to endure things against your ease.  
Things that the rich would scorn, it was my hap  
Once as my head lay in my Mistress lap,  
To grow enraged, when strait I fell to beat her,  
To ●ouse her ordered locks, and ill in treat her.  
But what ensued, oh God, much grief it cost me,  
Many sweet days, many sweet nights it lost me.  
Whether I touch her c●oaths, I might deny,  
She says I to●e them, I some new must buy.  
You Scholars by your Master's harms beware,  
These ills by him already proved are.  
Make against the Parthians war, but to thy Love  
Bring concord, peace, and all things that can move:  
Though at the first you find her but untoward,  
Bear it, and she in time will prove less froward.  
The crooked arm that from the tree is cut,  
By gentle usage is made straight, but put,  
Such violence is it as thy strength delivers,  
And thou wilt break the short wood into shivers.  
By industry thou may t or eswim a flood,  
Whose ●aging currant else is scarce withstood.  
By industry the Tigers gently grow,  
And the wild Lions may be t●med so.  
The savage Bull whose fierce ire●c●o●h provoke,  
By industry is brought unto the yoke.  
Arcadian, Atalanta was most cruel,  
At length came one whom she esteemed her Jewel.  
Oft wept Hippomanes at his mishap.  
And her severity who sought to in●rap  
Her harmless Lovers oft, at her fierce be●k,  
He ●aid betwixt his shoulders and her neck  
The toil's for savage Beasts: and w●t● his spear,  
He pierced such unta●n'd  as came near.  
To such hard tasks I do thee not compel,  
To arm thy body against Monsters fell.  
In the wild wilderness to seek out broils,  
Nor on thy neck to bear the guileful toils:  
My imposition is not so severe,  
No such adventurers are enjoined here.  
This only means all dangers will disperse:  
Yield her her humour when she goes perverse.  
What she in conference argues, argue thou,  
What she approves, in selfsame words allow,  
Say what she says, deny what she denies,  
If she laugh, laugh, if she weep wet thine eyes.  
And let her countenance be to thine a law,  
To keep thy actions and thy looks in awe:  
Or if thou hand to hand shalt play at dice,  
At Tables or at Chess by some device,  
Let her departed a Conqueror, else 'twere sin,  
What gladly thou wouldst lose, that let her win.  
Let thy officious band then bear her fan.  
When thou shalt chance her through the streets to man.  
Make thy supporting arm to hers a stay,  
Through throngs and presses usher her the way.  
As she ascends her bed set her a stair,  
By which to climb and every thing prepare:  
That she may see them done without offence;  
Reach thou her pantafles or take them thence.  
And standing by to watch her while she rests,  
Warm thy cold hands betwixt her panting breasts  
Nor think it base. 'twill please though it be base,  
To hold the glass unto thy Mistress face.  
He that deserved within those heavens to tarry,  
Which he before upon his back did carry.  
Performing more than june could command him,  
So wrong, that no fierce monster could withstand him.  
Even he Alcides joles', Grace to win  
Shaped like a woman did both card and spin.  
Go thou, and in his servile place proceed,  
And gain as fair a Mistress for thy meed.  
Art thou enjoined at such an hour to be,  
In the great Forum where she waits for thee.  
Hasten thy weary steps and thank thy fate.  
Come there betimes, depart not thence till late:  
Bids she thee go, all business lay apart,  
Ru●, till with extreme heat thou melt thy heart.  
Sups she abroad, and wants she one to attend her,  
Back to her lodging, it will not offend her:  
To wait her at the same place in the por●h,  
And light her home directly with a torch.  
Is she in the Country and commands thee come,  
Hast thou no coach, upon thy ten toes run.  
Let neither winter blast not storms of hail,  
Nor the hot thirsty dog star let thee fail:  
Eat neither heat not cold but see thou go,  
Though every step thou treadest knee deep in snow  
Love is a kind of war, all such depart  
As bear a timorous or a slothful heart,  
Nights, winters, long ways, watching grief in millions,  
Torments Love's Soldiers in their s●f● pavilions.  
On cold ground thou must lie, beat many a shower,  
When the heavens open, and the floudg●tes pou●e.  
So Phoebus when A●metus sheep he kept,  
In a thatched cottage on the cold floor slept,  
What Phoebus did, who may it not beseem,  
Better than Phoebus of himself esteem  
What mortal Lover dare then sloth despise,  
You that confirmed and lasting Love devise.  
If at the outw●●d g●●es a watch stands sentry,  
Or say the ●o●ks, or locks deny the entry.  

Haz●r● for her.  Search some strange passage, through a c●s●ment crawl,  
Or by a cord down from the chimney f●ll.  
Thee in her loving arms she straightly will ●ake,  
Rejoicing thou wouldst hazard for her s●ke.  
Every vain fear and danger thou dost prove,  
Is a sure pledge and token of thy love,  
Of had Le●●d●r without Hero slept,  
To find his Love into the Sea he leapt.  
Think it no shame the favour to deserve,  

To use her Maid.  Of every Maid that doth thy Mistress serve:  
Salute them by their names in courteous sort,  
For these are they that can prefer thy sport.  
And more and more into their grace to grow,  
Some trifling gifts on each of them bestow:  
Especially regard her smiles or frowns,  
Whose office is to brush her Mistress gowns:  
To her make means, for she is groom, porter,  
Both to her bed, and such as do resort her.  
Great and rich gifts I do not bid thee send her,  
I mean thy love, 
What gifts to send her  but knacks of value slender.  
As when the orchard boughs are clogged with fruit.  
In some choice dish from thence commend thy suit.  
And let the little page that bears them say.  
(Though thou perhaps hast bought them by the way)  
These pears, or plums, or grapes which I present you,  
As his first fruits were by my Mistress sent you.  
Or be they hazel nuts, or chessenuts great,  
Even such as Amarillis loved to eat.  
Or a young Turkey, these w ll show thy heart.  
These gifts send freely, lay thy gold a part.  
Such presents never bring men to despair,  
To untimely age, or to tormenting care.  
O let them amongst others rot and perish,  
That hate men's persons, and their presence cherish.  
What shall I bid thee send her, meet●ed times?  
Alas, 
Send her Verses.  they find small honour in these i●es,  
Verses they praise, but gold they most require.  
If rich though barbarous, he commands desire:  
This is the golden age, not that of old.  
Both life and honour are now bought w●th gold.  
Though Homer bring the Mases in the train,  
Yet without gold he may retire again  
Some Girls there be, but they be passing few,  
Worthy to rank amongst that learned crew.  
Others unlearn d there are, yet would be h●ld,  
As if in skill, in judgement they excelled:  
Both let thy Verses praise, and in a stile  
Of sweetest poesy their worth's compile●  
Perhaps thy laboured lines they may esteem. 
Note.   
And like a slight gift thy sweet Verses seem.  
What thou intend'st to do by some fine feat,  
'Cause of thy Lady may of thee entreat.  
Art thou by covenant ti●d, and must it be,  
That thou of force must set thy servant free,  
Contrive it so, that it she dare protest,  
Thou hadst not freed him but at her request.  
Art thou for any rash offence assuaged,  
So make thy peace that she may be engaged.  
Do as thy profit leads thee and yet so,  
That she for every thing thou dost may owe.  
And thou that hast attained by passions deep;  
Thy Lady's grace, and wouldst her favour keep.  
Make her believe still when thou viewst her feature,  
Through all the world she is the fairest creature.  
If cloth of Tire she wear, 
Praise her attire.  that habit laud,  
Her Tertian vesture with thy tongue applaud.  
If silk which we from rich Arabia traffic.  
Swear such attire cannot be found through Africa.  
If cloth of gold she wear, rush, gold is base,  
If you compare her babit to her face.  
If in the cold she but a freeze gown wear,  
Then her perfection makes tha● garment dear.  
Is she completely dressed, and rapt with joy,  
Cry out aloud, my heart burns bright as Troy.  
Doth she above her fore head part her hair,  
That lovely seen do●h make her twice as fair.  
Are her curled locks in in careless tresses dangled,  
In these crisp knots thy heart must be entangled.  
If she doth dance, 
Her 〈◊〉 ●●ng her 〈◊〉.  admire her active feet.  
If sing, then wonder at her voice so sweet.  
But when she ceaseth, either then complain,  
Entreating her to use her skill again.  
Do this and wear her heart as hard as brass,  
Or more obdurate than Medusa's was,  
Yet she in time shall be compelled to yield.  
And thou depart a Conqueror from the field:  
Only beware of too apparent flattery,  
It will destroy the siege and tedious battery.  
Dissembling with Art tempered much imports,  
Else from all future credit it dehorts.  
In Autumn when the year is in his pride,  
And the grape full with wine, red a on the side:  
When the clear air keeps a divided seat,  
Affording sometimes cold and sometimes heat,  
Women are prone to love, healthful and quick,  
But if by chance thy Lady be fain sick,  
Make both thy love, zeal, faith, and all things cheap.  
Then sow what with full sickle thou mayst reap:  
Cast all about her longing thoughts to please.  
Seem not as if thou loathest her disease.  
Employ thy hand in each thing done to her,  
These offices even of themselves will woe her,  
Let her behold thee weep as thou stands by,  
That she may drink each tear falls from thy eye.  
Vow many things, but all in public stile:  
Tell her thy pleasing dreams, so make her smile.  
And let the trembling nurse thought fit to watch,  
Bring in her shaking hand a kindled march:  
Let her peruse the bed and make it soft,  
Whilst with thy hand thou turo'st and rearest her oft.  
These are the easy footsteps thou must tread,  
Which have made way to many a wanton bed.  
No such fair office can with hate be stained,  
Rather by these affections is soon gained.  
But minister no drugs of bitter juice,  
Such let the rival temper to his use.  
Now greater gusts must to my Bark give motion,  
Being from the shore laucht forth into ch●●ce 〈◊〉.  
Young love at first is weak and craves forbearing.  
But in continuance gathers strength by wearing.  
You moody ●ull of whom thou ar● afraid,  
Being but a calf thou with his horns ha●●●●●●d.  
That tree beneath, whose branches thou dost stand  
To shield thee from a storm was once a wand.  
A River at the first not once a stride,  
Increaseth as he runs his waters wide,  
Receiving in fresh brooks in divers ranks,  
Till he in pride have overflown his banks.  
Use to converse with her, the speeder knows,  
What strength from custom and acquaintance grows,  
Frequent her often, 
Frequent her.  be seld, from her away,  
Keep in her eat and eye both night and day  
And yet from these sometimes thou mayst desist,  
'Tis good one should be asked for being missed.  
Be absent from her some convenient season, 
Be absent from her.   
And let her rest a while, it is but reason.  
The field being spared returns us triple gain,  
After great drought the earth carrouser rain.  
Chi●lis did love Demophoon, but not dote,  
Until she saw his flying ship afloat.  
Penelope her ●●…nt Lo●d did mourn,  

●●…f●es  So La●…demia did 〈…〉 return  
Of her dear sp●●●… but be not long away;  
C●res perish 〈◊〉 n●w ●ove enters by delay.  
When Menelaus from his house is gone,  
Po●● Helen is afraid to lie alone:  
And to allay these fears lodged in her breast.  
I● her warm bosom she receives her guest.  
What madness was it, Menelaus', to say  
Thou art abroad, whilst in thy house doth stay,  
Under the selfsame roof thy Guest and Love,  
Mad man, unto the Hawk to turn the Dove.  
And who but such a gull would give to keep,  
Unto the mountain wolf full folds of sheep.  
Helen is blameless, so is Paris too,  
And did what thou or I myself would do.  
The fault is thine, I tell thee to thy face,  
By limiting these Lover's time and place.  
From thee the seed of all thy wrongs are grown,  
Whose counsel hath she followed but thy own  
Alas what should she do, abroad thou art,  
A● whom thou leav'st thy guest to play thy part.  
To lie alone the poor wench is afraid.  
In the next room an amorous stranger laid.  
Her arms are open to embrace him▪ he falls in,  
And Paris I acquit thee of thy sin.  

Woman's rage  Neither the bristled Boar in his fierce wrath.  
Torn by the ravenous dogs more anger hath.  
Nor the she Lion hid within some ache,  
Seeking her lost whelp, hid within some brake,  
Nor the short viper doth more anger threaten,  
Whom some unwary heel hath crushed and beaten,  
Then a fierce woman shows herself in mind,  
Her dearest in adulterous arms to find.  
Oh than she swells, her fired eye burns apace.  
And you may see her thoughts writ in her face:  
Through swords, through flames she ru●hes, ther●s no ill  
To grievous but she acts it with her will:  
This breaks all mutual love, though well compounded.  
This destroys all, though ne'er so firmly grounded.  
Medes did her husband's guilt repair,  
And with her bloody hand Absireus slay.  
You Swallow which thou see it was such another,  
Before her transformation a fierce mother:  
And that the deeds may yet be understood,  
The feathers of her breast were stained with blood.  
But for all this I task not thy affection  
Of one, and her alone to make election.  
You gods defend the fares should pro●e so deep.  
These married men have much ado to keep,  
Play you the wantoness, but being done conceal it,  
And by no brags or foolish boasts reveal it.  
Meet at no certain hour, give no known gift,  
Thy usual place of meeting often shift:  
It may be shrewd disturbers some may send thee,  
And spials may be set to apprehend thee.  
And when thou writ st peruse thy Letter first,  
Before thou send some take things at the worst,  
Venus being wronged makes war, still moving sorrow,  
Who late from others grief their mirth did borrow.  
Whilst Agamemnon lived with one contented,  
His wife was chaste, and never it repent:  
His secret blows her heart did so provoke,  
Wanting a sword she with the scabbard stroke:  
She heard of Chryses and the many jars,  
About Lyrnesis to increase the wars;  
And therefore mere revenge the Lady charms,  
To take Thyestes in her amorous arms.  
If when thou hast gone on thy nightly arrant,  
The act by circumstance peats too apparent,  
Deny it stead fastly, what ere they know.  
And boldly face them that it was not so.  
Be not too sad, or of too mirthful cheer.  
Lest in thy countenance thy deeds appear.  
In thy close meetings use thy nimble knee,  
It may perhaps a bold intruder be.  
And after so repulsed settle the fort,  
But ve●ture ●ot too rashly on thy sport.  
Many there he by whose un●●k●ful motions,  
You are prescrib d strange drugs and divers potions  
To make you lusty; they are poisons all,  
To infect the body and inflame the g●ll.  
●●●●nor with biting nettle seed they mix,  
Of bastard pellitory some few sticks:  
Which beaten and in old wine drunk up clear,  
Makes sprigh fulmen aloft their standards bear.  

V●●●●.  The goddess that beneath high Eryx reigns,  
Unto her pleasure no such blood constrains.  
White skall on's brought you from Megara eat,  
With Garden Sage make Salads to thy mea●.  
Take newlaid Eggs, fresh honey from the Bees,  
Fine apple nuts full ripe, eat such as these:  
This wholesome fare breeds nought corrupt or tragic,  
What hath my Art to do with hellish Magic.  
Thou that but now wast bid thy guilt to hid.  
Turn from that course boast and in it take pride:  
Nor blame the lightness of thy Tutor's mind,  
You see we do not sail still with one wind:  
Sometimes the East and when his fury fails.  
Weft, North and South by turn do fill our sails:  
The Chariot driver sometimes slakes ois rains,  
Sometimes again his horses he restrains.  
Many there be which calmness much doth blind,  
And if they find a rival grow unkind.  
Prosperity makes humane minds grow rank.  
Themselves to know, or their great god to thank:  
Nor is it held an easy task to find,  
Men that all fortune bear with equal mind.  
As fire, his strength being wasted, hides his head  
In the white ashes, sleeping though not dead,  
But when a sudden blast doth come by chance,  
Then fire and light all wake as from a trance  
So when with sloth and rest the spirits grow blunt,  
Love must be quickened even as fire is wont.  
Make her to fear, and to look ●ale sometime,  
By showing her some instance of thy crime;  
Which she suspected erst in some strange veins,  
Must she abide whilst she thy guilt complaints.  
No sooner the report of this assails her,  
But colour, voice, and every sense strait fails her.  
Then am I he whose face she madly tears.  
Whom she desires to have stre●ght by the ear.  
Hate me she must, and yet, good God, she may not,  
Without me live she will (alas) but cannot.  
Dwell not upon this passion, but at length  
Make peace, in little time rage gathers strength.  
By this her white neck with thy arms embrace,  
Drying the tears that trickle down her face.  
Kiss her yet weeping, her yet weeping show,  
All the proud sweets the Queen of Love doth know.  
This makes true concord in her greatest rage,  
These sports alone her passion can assuage.  
Peace goes ●narm'd and knows not wa●●ke fashions  
This happy peace is known among all Nations.  
Doves by their numbering songs show their good wills,  
But now they fought, and now they join their bills.  
The first confused Mass no order knew,  
Earth, Sea, and Heaven, had all one face one hue.  
Strait was the heavens the earth's large covering made  
The shore girt in the Sea, not to in invade  
Either in others bounds, than Chaos ceased,  
And each thing in their several part in crest:  
The woods receive the beasts, air the birds take,  
Fish the sea choose, and the land forsake,  
Man wanders in the field, and knows no art,  
Mere strength his body rules, mere lust his heart.  
Groves were his cities, shadowed boughs his dwelling,  
Water his drink, all other drinks excelling.  
And long it was ere man the woman knew,  
Till pleasure did their appetites pursue,  
And then upon these unknown sweets she ventured  
Where many an unsact sort was scaled and entered:  
Art they had none, no man then played the Suitor,  
But lay with her, and lived without a tutor.  
Even so one bird doth with another toy,  
And the male fish doth with the female joy.  
The Hart the do doth follow, serpents too  
Are with the Serpents held their feat to do:  
The bounds in their adulterate parts were fast,  
The joyful ewe receives the Ram at last.  
The Cow with lofty bellowing meers the Bull,  
And the rank he-Goar finds the female trull.  
The Mare to try the valiant horses courage  
Swims over fords, and doth large pastures forage.  
To thy offended Love give this strong potion,  
And perfect friendship strait succeeds the motion.  
This medicine rightly took all hate expels,  
Apply it then, others it f●r excels.  
As I was writing, lo, the god of fire  
Appears, and with his thumb he struck his life:  
In his right hand a branch of Laurel g●ew,  
A Laurel chaplet I might likewise view.  
Circle his brow, though all men do not know it,  
This shows the Sun god Phoebus is a Poet.  
Who after moving of his head thus spoke,  
Mistress of Love, thy amorous Scholars ●ake,  
And lead them to my temple built on high,  
There is an old Sun known in every sky,  
Which by his Characters do plainly show  
That every man may learn himself to know:  
Alone he wisely loves that can do so.  
He that is fair may show his amorous face,  
Whose skin is white to do his colour grace,  
Lie naked with his neck and shoulders bare,  
Let him shun silence whose discourse is rare.  
He that sings, sing by art, that drinks drink too,  
By art and without cunning nothing do.  
Let not the learned in their words declaim,  
Nor the vain Poet prate of his own fame.  
So Phoebus warns, Phoebus himself hath said it,  
And his brave words are worthy to have credit.  
To come more near the Lover that loves wisely,  
If these my precepts he observe precisely,  
Shall reach his wish, th'earth brings not still increase,  
Ships when the winds keep in their course do cease.  
Few be our helps, but many be our troubles,  
Small is our furtherance which our let still doubles.  
A Lover must endure much grief besides,  
For every Hare in Atho that abides,  
For every berry that the Olive yields,  
For every spike of grass sprung in the fields,  
For every she●l showed on the salt Sea shore,  
Love hath one grief to taste, and ten griefs more.  
Art told, that she abroad but now did wander,  
Yet in the wi●d●w seest her with a Pander,  
●ame thou thine eyes, for it shall much avail thee,  
Think not that news but that thy eyesight failed thee,  
L●●ks she ●●e door she promised to leave open,  
O think not she deceitfully hath spoken,  
Take up thy lodgingss make thy bed thy floor.  
Thy ●●●low ●he cold threshoed of the door:  
Perhaps a Maid from high may cast a flout,  
And ask what's he doth keep the gates without:  
Yet both the Maid, and rude posts do thou flatter,  
Spirit k●ing the se●t● and portals with rose water.  
If she call● home; if bid ●hee go, then trudge,  
R●●s she upon thee doth she call thee drudge:  
Nay doth she knock thee, bear it, it is meet.  
Nor sc●●n it though she bid thee kiss her feet.  
I dwell on trifles, greater matters hear,  
To which though people lend a general ear.  
On stricter impositions now we enter,  
Virtue is still employed on hard adventure,  
A rival brook, do this, and by Jove's power,  
Thou art inthronged a Conqueror in his tower,  
Oh think me not a man that thus doth teach,  
Some rough hewed oak doth this hard doctrine preach.  
This is the hardest thing I can impose thee,  
If she defies, bear it, if she shows thee  
Her hand, forbear to read it; every day  
When she calls come; when she commands thee, stay,  
This even the married to lead peaceful lives,  
Are oft enforced to endure of their fair wives.  
I am not perfect I must needs confess,  
In this my Art, though I this Art profess,  
What shall I then, my word I cannot keep,  
I have no power to swim a sea so deep.  
Shall any kiss my Lady, I being by,  
And to his throat shall I not mad●y f●ye.  
Shall any because to her, and I bear it,  
Shall any court her, and I stand to hear it.  
I saw one kiss my Mistress, I complained.  
And anger all my vital spirits constrained.  
My Love alas for Barbarism abound.  
And doth my wits and spirits whole confound.  
That Wittol is much better skilled than 〈◊〉  
Who sees such sights, and patiently stands by.  
To keep the room where such things are in place,  
De●poils the front of shamefastness and grace.  
Then oh you young men, though you come to view  
Your looks be guilt ●o● do not think it true 
Suprise h●r not.   
Against all censures I ever hold this plea,  
It is not good to take them Remen Re.  
Where two are taken napping both alike,  
Their mutual guilt makes them the oftener strike, 
The ta●● of Venus and Mars.   
This tale to heaven is blan●d how unawares  
Venus and Mars was taken in Vr●●ans snares:  
The god of war doth in his brow discover,  
The perfect and true partern of a Lover.  
Nor could ●he go●●●is Venus be so cruel,  
To deny Mars: soft kindness is a Jewel  
In any woman, and become her well,  
In this the Queen of Love doth most excel.  
(Oh Go●) how often have they mocked and flouted,  
The Smith's pol● soot which nothing them misdoubted  
Mad jests by him and by his begrimed trade.  
And his smudged visage black with coaldust made.  
Mars tickled with loud laughter when he saw,  
Venus like Vulcan limp, and halt, and draw  
One foot behind, another with a grace,  
To counterfeit his odd and uneven pace:  
Their meeting first they did conceal with fear,  
From every searching eye and captives ear,  
The god of war and his lascivious Dame.  
In public view were full of bashful shame.  
But the Sun spies how this sweet pair agree.  
Oh that bright Phoebus can be hid from thee.  
The Sun both sees and blabs the sight forthwith.  
And in all post he speeds to tell the Smith.  
Oh Sun! what bad example dost thou show.  
What thou in secret seest must all men know?  
For silence, ask a bribe from her fair treasure,  
She'll grant thee that shall make thee swell with pleasure.  
The god whose face is smudged with smoke and fire,  
Placeth about the bed a net of wire,  
So quaintly made that it deceives the eye,  
Strait as he foins to Lemnos he must high:  
The Lovers meet where he the train hath set,  
And both lay catched within the wiry net,  
He calls the Gods, the Lovers naked sprawl,  
And cannot rise, the Queen of Love shows all.  
Mars chafe; and Venus weeps, neither can flinch,  
Grappied they lie, in vain they kick and winch:  
Their legs are one within another's tied,  
Their hands so fast that they can nothing hid.  
Among these high spectators one by chance,  
That saw them naked in this pitfal dance,  
Thus to himself said, if that it tedious be,  
Good god of war bestow thy place on me  
Scarce at thy prayers, god Neptune, he unbound them,  
But would have left them as the gods there found them.  
The nets untied Mars strait repairs to Crect,  
Venus to Paphos, after that they meet.  
What did this help thee, Vulcan? shall I tell thee,  
Unto more grief and rage it will compel thee,  
The public meeting which at first shame covers,  
Is now made free; who knows not they be lovers.  
There is no hope they should be now reclaimed,  
Worse than they have been, how ●hould they be shamed  
Of thy rash deed it often doth repent thee,  
Mad art thou in thy mind, yet must content thee:  
This I forbidden you: so doth Venus too,  
It harmed her, and she forwarns it you.  
Lay for thy rival than no secret snare.  
Nor intercept his tokens unawares.  
Let those close pranks by such just men be tried,  
That are by fire and water purified  
Behold once more I give you all to know,  
Save wanton loves my art doth nothing show:  
No governed Matron well and chafily guided  
I here protest is in my verse derided.  
What profane man at Ceres' kites dare smile,  
Or blab her secrets kept in Samos I'll,  
Silence is held a virtue, silence then,  
Teltales and blabs, fie, Venus hates such men:  
For blabbing Tamalus is placed in hell.  
And there must ever and for ever dwell;  
Hungry, whilst ripened fruit hangs by his lip;  
Thirsty, whilst water by his chin doth slip:  
But Venus more desires then any other,  
Her secret mysteries and rights to smother.  
I charge you let no tell-tales hither come,  
Such amongst many there must needs be some:  
Hid her report from every ear that lists,  
And lock her secrets up in brazen chests.  
In their new births till pleasures buried lie.  
Twixt us they grow, betwixt us let them die.  
Her naked parts, if she to any shows,  
Her readiest hand to shadow them she throws,  
The shameless boasts in common field do stray,  
And act their generation at noon day.  
Which Maids by chance espying, cry oh spite.  
And through their fingers look to see the sight.  
But when our Lover with his Mistress meets,  
Have beds and doors shut twixt them and the streets:  
With  and vails their nakedness they shrowded,  
Wishing the bright Sun h●d behind some cloud:  
Even in those days when men on Acorn yfed,  
And the green turf was made the general bed,  
When no thatched cottage, or poor house was builded,  
By which from heat of cold they might be shielded.  
Into the woods and caves the people went,  
And their sweet pleasures there remotely spent.  
In the Sun's presence they showed nothing bare,  
The rudest and most barbarous had this care.  
As loath the day should view their public shames,  
Now to their nightly actions to give names,  
Bargains and price is made in all their doings,  
And no things cost us dearet then our wooings.  
Let not thy talk be when thou come'st in pl●ce,  
To say that this, or that wench did me grace:  
Or point then with thy finger, it may fall,  
Thus thou mayst lose her whom thou lov'st and all.  
O her● there be from street to street do wander,  
And innocent women in their shops do slander.  
Forging of them they know not many a lie,  
Which were they true they gladly would deny:  
●or who command not: nay their spoil is such,  
Whose bre●st they cannot fold, their names they touch  
Go then thou od●ous Pander that keeps whores,  
A thousand locks hang fast upon thy doors:  
P●rt of her honest canst thou keep within.  
W●en her whole name abroad is full of sin?  
Do not their wanton wishes make them nought.  
When they desire to be as they are thought.  
Sincerest Lovers we sparingly do teach,  
Ye● like no public craft their names impeach.  
Dissemble every fault in their complexions,  
Hi● not in women's teeth their imperfections:  
I wi●h you rather smother them then blame them.  
They love if you praise them▪ hate if shame them.  
Andr●m●d● was belly▪ sides, and back,  
To Persius seen, he did not term her black.  
And●om●da she was of too huge a stature,  
One loving Hector praised her gifts of nature,  
And liked herself at first despised:  
Seem not so gross when men will be advised.  
Continuance and acquaintance wears away,  
Such spots as are apparent the first day.  
A young plant clothed in a tender rind,  
Cannot withstand the f●ry of the wind,  
But when his back is grow● he scorns each blast,  
●●●●●ight of whom he grows and bears at last.  
Every succeeding week and following day,  
Take from acquainted looked a stain away,  
And what to day a gross blot thou wouldst guess  
To morrow in thy eye appears much less.  
Young Heisers cannot be tickt to bear,  
The rank and lusty Bull for the first year;  
But their society acquaints the smell,  
After continuance they can brook it well.  
Then favour their disgraces and relieve them,  
Blemishes help by the good names you give them.  
To her whose skin is black as Ebon was,  
●ave said ere now, Oh 'tis a good brown Lass.  
Or if she look a squint, as I am true,  
So Venus looks if she be black of hue,  
Pale for the world like Pallas be she grown:  
●ellow, by heavens Minerva up and down:  
If she be tall, then for her height commend her,  
She that is lean, like Envy, term her slender.  
She that is dwarfish, name her light and quick.  
And call her neat, well set, and grubbed thick.  
She that is puffed like B●reas in the cheek,  
Is but full faced, and Daphne she is like.  
Thus qualify their faults, not to disgrace them,  
But in a higher rank of beauty place them.  
Or hapnest thou of one but dim of sight,  
Wrinkled her brow, her grisled hair turned white,  
Her nose and chin half met, she would take scorn  
To tell who Consul was when she was born:  
The● if to such thy love thou wilt engage,  
Look that at no time thou dost a●k her age:  
Though she want teeth and have a flattering tongue,  
Yet she takes pains to be accounted young:  
This is the age, young men, that brings the gain,  
And plenteous harvest of the springtides pain.  
Employ yourselves then in your youth and streng'h,  
Age with a soft space steals on you at length.  
Spend thou thy youth at sea or till the land,  
Or take a warlike weapon in thy hand:  
Fellow the wars, siege towns, or l●e in tren●hes,  
Or if not so then learn to love fair wench's.  
It is a warfare too, when men are trained.  
And even by this employment 〈…〉  
Such discipline, such practice must be used  
By us, as those who hostile arms have choosed.  
Some women by their industry and pains,  
The loss of years recovers and regains.  
Time's speedy course is by their art controlled,  
They can preserve themselves from being old,  
Their amorous pastimes and lascivious plays.  
They shape and fashion many a thousand ways.  
With sundry pleasures they their trade commix,  
And every several day devise new tricks.  
They can provoke the appetite and please it,  
Conjure the spirit up, and straight appease it.  
But these rich feasts of sweets which they prepare,  
Women and men should both of even hands share.  
I hate the bed that yields not mutual joys,  
And that's the cause I love not juggling boys.  
I hate her denies, that no spirit will use,  
Yielding no more than what she cannot choose.  
I l●ke not pleasue, though I like the beauty,  
Lasses of Love perform not but of duty:  
Duty away, I banish thee the place,  
Where mutual Lovers mutual sweets embrace.  
Let me the music of her soft voice hear,  
Whispeting her ravished pleasures in my ear,  
To bid me on, then pause, proceed, then stay,  
And tired with that, to try some other way.  
Let me behold her eyes turn up the whites.  
Now to be wrapped, now languish in delights.  
These prodigal pleasure's nature hath not given,  
To the first age a little above seven.  
The wine that from the unripe grape is pressed,  
Is tart, and sour, the mellow wine tastes best.  
The palm tree till it hath a well grown rind,  
Cannot withstand the violence of the wind.  
The mead new mown doth prick the feet that's bate,  
I grant thee young Hermione was fair.  
But to prefet the girl before the mother.  
The beauteous Helen: neither one nor other  
Can so blaspheme, here's Gorge some adore her,  
But who praise her before the Saint that bo●● her.  
Now I suppose ripe fruits I most approve,  
And in my thought I cover mellowed love.  
You bed new tossed, behold where it discovers.  
The curtain being drawn to wanton Lovers:  
There stay my muse, no further now proceed.  
Without thy help they can both speak and speed.  
Without thy help, kind words will quickly pass,  
Betwixt the Lover and his amorous Lass.  
Without thy help their hands will nimbly creep,  
And in each privy place their office keep.  
Nay every finger will itself employ.  
To add increase to thy imperfect joy.  
Handling those parts where love his darts doth hid,  
This valiant. Hector with his wife hath tried.  
Andromache to this of force must yield,  
His valour was not only in the field.  
This stout Achilles of his love desired,  
When with the slaughter of his enemies tired,  
He caught his cuishes and unarmed his head,  
To tumble with her on a down soft bed;  
Thou didst rejoice Briscis to embrace,  
His bruised corpse, and kiss his bloodstained face.  
These warlike hands that did but late imbrue,  
Themselves in blood of Trojans whom they slew,  
Were now employed to tickle, touch and feel,  
And shake a Lance that hath no point of steel.  
Believe me, for I spoke as I have tasted,  
The sports of Venus are not to be hasted.  
They should be rather by degrees prolonged,  
By too much speed much oft the sport is wronged.  
When thou by chance hast hit the place,  
Which being touched a girl still hides her face:  
Forbear not though she blush and spring and kick,  
And tumbling show thee many a gamble trick:  
Thou shalt be hold her straightly still amazed,  
Her eyes with lascivious tincture glazed,  
Affording a strange kind of humid light,  
As when the Moon in water shines by night,  
Let neither amorous words cease their enchanting,  
Murmur nor whispering sounds of joys wanting:  
Yea there let every sweet content resort,  
Every word, deed and thought that furthers sport.  
Let not thy Mistress use too swift a sail,  
Nor let thy haste beyond her speed prevail:  
Both keep one course, your oars together strike,  
Your journeys on them then, make your pace alike.  
Together strive at once, win to the mark,  
You may no question grope it in the dark;  
Then is the fullness of all sweet content,  
When both at once strive, both at once are spent.  
Such course observe when as the time is free,  
And that no jealous eyes attend on thee:  
Being secure no future danger near,  
Then thou mayst boldly dally without fear;  
But if thou be'st not safe and hast short leisure,  
Doubtful to be disturbed amidst thy pleasure.  
Make then what speed thou canst, use all thy force,  
And clap a sharp spur to a jade pack horse.  
My work is at an end the palm bring me,  
And let the Mittle gar●and be my fee.  
How much renowned great Pol●idorus was,  
That all the Greeks in Thy sick did surpass,  
As famous as great Nestor for his age,  
Or strong Achilles for his warlike rage.  
As much extolled as Cal●●as for his charms,  
Or Telemonius Ajax by his arms:  
As for his Chariot skill Ant●medon,  
So great in Love shall I be censured on.  
Canonize me your Poet▪ give me praise,  
And crown my Temples with fresh wreathes of bays.  
Let this my laud in every mouth be sung.  
And my fame's clengor through the whole earch rung▪  
I give you armour, such god V●dein f●amed,  
So great Achilles he his enemies tamed:  
And so do ye, but whatsoever he be,  
That by my arms subdues his enemy,  
This Motto let him give, lo here's a Lass,  
By Ovid my Art's Master conquered was.  
Behold young Wenches likewise crave my skill.  
They shall be next instructed by my quill.  
FINIS.   

The third Book.  
Armed at all points, the Greek to field is gone,  
To encounter with the naked Amazen:  
Behold like weapons in my power remain  
For the Fenthesile● and thy train.  
Go armed alike, fight and they overcome,  
Whom sacred Venus' favours and her Son:  
It were not meet poor naked girls should stand,  
To encounter men provided hand to hand.  
To conquer at such odds 'twere shame for men.  
Oh but some say, why, Ovid, should thy pen  
Put poison into Snakes, or give to keep  
Unto the ravenous wolf a fold of sheep!  
Oh for some few offenders do not blame  
All of their Sex, let not a general shame  
For some few falters their whole brood inherit,  
But every one be censured as they merit.  
Although the two Atrides hath their lives,  
Endangered both by falsehood of their wives.  
Though false Eriphile her husband sold,  
To P●lynices for a chain of gold,  
Yet did the fair Pen●lope live chaste,  
While twice five years her royal Lord did waste  
In bloody battles, and as many more,  
Wand'ring through every and unknown shore.  
So did the chaste Phyllacides and she,  
The partner of her husband's grief to be,  
Went with him as his page a tedious way,  
And in the travel died before her day.  
Oh happy Theritiades, thy wife  
From death redeemed thee with her own life,  
Receive me, oh you flames, did Iphiaes' cry,  
And with my buried husband let me die,  
And with that word she skips into the fire.  
All fair endowments that we can desire  
Reign in a woman's breast; no marvel then,  
They with adorned virtues please us men.  
But these chaste minds my art enjoineth not,  
A softer sail will serve to guide my boat:  
Nothing but wanton Love flows from my brains,  
How pretty wenches may scape men's trains.  
A woman ne ther flames nor swords will shun,  
But through them both unto her sweet bea●t run:  
So will not men: poor girls by them are scoffed,  
Many times men fail, maids sometimes, not oft.  
False Jas●n. lest Medea and her charms,  
To clasp another Mistress in his arms.  
As much as in thy power false Thescus lay;  
So right Ariadne was a woeful prey  
To the Sea-fowls and Monsters left alone.  
In a remote place friendless and unknown.  
Many uncertain ways hath Phillis gone,  
Being forsaken of her Dem●pheon.  
And though Aeneas had a surname good,  
He left his sword to let out Dides' blood  
But what destroy your Ladies can you tell?  
You know not how to love or fashion well:  
Your thoughts to art, Love artless stands unsure,  
Art with Love tempered is strong to endure.  
Nor should you know it now, but that the Queen  
Of sacred Love was in my vision seen:  
And straight charged me th●t I should impart,  
To all the Sex the Secret of my Art.  
For thus she spoke, how have poor maids misdone.  
That against armed men must naked run.  
Two books have given men weapons in their hands,  
The whilst out fearful Sex unatmed stands.  
He that rebuked The ophes lewd desire,  
Since sung her praises to a sweeter lyre.  
Thyself examine, canst thou do them damage,  
To whom in time thou mayst perform due homage.  
Th●s having said she took from off her brow  
A myrtle wreath, for in a myrtle bow  
Her hair was twisted up▪ and gave to me  
Of leaves and seeds a little quantity.  
Straight in my brain I felt a power divine,  
Whilst in the place a purer aired d●shine;  
And all the cares that hung upon my heart,  
Even a● that instant I might feel depart.  
My wits at ripest are; wenches come thick,  
Receive my precepts whilst my wits are quick.  
F●rst think how old age hourly doth attend  
To steal upon thee, so be sure to spend  
No season idly, thou art young, then play,  
Years like the running waters glide away:  
Thou canst not stay the floods it streams so fast.  
Not pull the short hours back when they are passed.  
Make use of time for time is swift and fleet,  
Nor can the following good be all so sweet  
As the fi st pleasure was: have I not seen  
Thi● now a withere I stalk, once fresh and green.  
From that bare throne within these many hours,  
I had a chaplet of sweet smelling flowers.  
The time shall come when thou that dost exclude,  
Such Lovers from thy doors as would intrude,  
Shall on an empty pillow throw thy bead,  
Stretching thy stiff limbs on a frosty bed:  
Nor in the night shalt thou be raised uplate,  
By such as knock and thunder at the gate:  
Nor in the morning when the Cock hath crowed;  
Find porch and threshold with fresh roses strewed.  
Aime how soon doth the clearest colour fade,  
How quickly wrinekles in thy skin are made.  
Look on thy look and thou wilt sadly swear,  
Age hath too soon snowed on thy golden hair.  
Snakes throw their age off when they change their skin  
Hearts when they cast their heads fresh strength begin,  
And s given to them, when that in age they grow:  
Ye-hare no heads to cast, no●k●ns to throw:  
Your good flies helpless, therefore pluck the flower,  
Which being gathered withers in an hour.  
In many child birth age is quickly crept,  
Fields soon grow lean that are so often reaped.  
You see Endymion by the Moon loved still,  
Nor doth she blush thereat; and by thy will,  
Aurora▪ thou wouldst ever have the name  
Of Cophalus thy dear, nor thinkest it shame.  
And to conceal thee, Adonore, whose hearse,  
Venus herself hung many a tragic Verse.  
Tell us by whom you Queen-born of the Sea,  
Had you Aeneas and Hermione?  
Oh mortal generations follow these,  
And practise after them being goddesses:  
Do not deny your ravishing pleasures when,  
They are besought you by desirous men.  
Tell me what lose you by it, what thou hast,  
Thou art possessed of still, and feelst no waist.  
Take thence a thousand sweets, be not afraid,  
Thou keep'st thy own, and nothing is decayed.  
Stones are by use made soft, iron worn to dross,  
That never wears, and therefore finds no loss.  
Who will deny us at a torch being light,  
To light a taper till it burn as bright,  
Or who would strive in their own power to keep,  
All the spare billows in the vasty deep:  
Yet will a woman plead her love is rare,  
And in her plenty she hath nought to spare.  
O tell me why so strange a doubt thou makest,  
Dost thou but lose the water that thou tak'st.  
I speak not this to prostrate every one,  
But lest you feat vain loss where loss is none:  
Now greater gusts my swelling sail must strain,  
Being from the shore new launched into the main.  
First with their neatness I begin, the vine  
Well trimmed and pruned affords us choice of wine:  
And in a field well tilled the corn grows tall,  
Shape is the gift of God, none amongst you all,  
But in their shapes take pride, nay there be many,  
Proud of their favour when they scarce have any.  
Proportion even the greatest number want,  
But art supplies where nature hath been scant:  
Care matres the face a while neglected  
Will grow to ruin and be nought respected:  
The Virgins of the old time had this care,  
Their bodies and their beauties to repair;  
F●se had the men of former ages spent,  
Their years without their wont ornament.  
If you behold Andromathe go clad.  
In manly robes, no marvel, for she had  
A soldier to her h●●band: if you see  
The wife of A●ax jet it valiantly,  
Nor marvel, for she was his wise that bore  
A shield of seven ox hides thick tanned with hair.  
The world was plain, simple and ●ude of old,  
But now abundant Rome doth flow with gold.  
And shines in glory with the bright reflection,  
All ●he world's wealth is under her subjection:  
Behold the Capital and thou wilt say,  
In these great Jove hath choosed to dwell for aye.  
This gorgeous Court and Counsel-house was framed  
Out of mere stubble when King Latius reigned.  
These gorgeous Palaces that 'gainst the Sun,  
Did g●nter and shine when they first begun.  
A pasture for draught oxen: let them ease,  
Their thoughts with ancient times whom old time please.  
I thank the gods I in this age was born,  
These times my humour fit, old days I scorn.  
N●t because gold in the earth's verns are sought,  
Or shells, or stones from foreign shores are brought;  
Not because marble from the h ls is digged,  
Or voyage ships to unknown seas are rigged.  
B●t because rudeness to the gates are sent,  
And this our age is full of ornament.  
Hang in your ears bright stones, but not too dear,  
Such Indies cast up, and are sold you here.  
Neatness we love, your hair in order tie,  
To keep in within Law thy hands apply.  
Thy hands mishap keep still and by her care.  
Thou mayst orese●m, deformed or word ou● fair.  
Nor is there only one kind of attire.  
The fashion that becomes thee best desire:  
Prove every shape, but ere it currant pass.  
See thou before take counsel from thy Glass.  
A long and lean visage best allows,  
To have the hair part just above the brows.  
So Laod●meia surnamed the fair.  
Used when she walked abroad to truss her hair.  
A round plump face must have her trammels tied  
In a fast not above, her front to hid,  
The wire supporting it, whilst either ear,  
Bare and in sight upon each side appear.  
Your Lady's locks about her shoulders fall.  
And her lose ware becomes her best of all:  
So Phoebus looked when last he touched his Lute,  
That other Lady doth her habit suit,  
With chaste Diana being tricked to go,  
To strike the savage Boar or tamelesse Roe.  
She when her hair hangs lose hath greatest pride,  
This best becomes her when her locks are tied.  
Yond when her head tire is like a Tortoise shell.  
Is roost and vaulted well, beseems it well.  
More leaves the forest yields not from the trees,  
More beasts the Alps bred not, nor Hiblae bees,  
Then there be fashions of attire in view,  
Every succeeding day adds something new.  
Many become their tires best when they wear,  
Instead of spruceness a neglected hair:  
And being combed, but now yet thou shalt say,  
Her hair hath not been touched since yesterday.  
Art doth much change, so did Alcides see.  
Io attired, and said this wench 's for me:  
So Inokis whom the god of Grapes commended,  
When by his shouting Satyrs being attended,  
He found her placed locks by the cool wind shifted,  
With scattered hair her to his Coach he lifted.  
How much oh nature are we bound to thee,  
That finds for every grief a remedy.  
And as our shapes and colour suffer cross,  
Yet thou hast in thee to repair that loss.  

To help ●he defects of nature.  Say that by age or some great sickness had,  
Thy head with wont hair be thinly clad,  
Falling away like corn from ripened sheaves,  
As thick as Boreas blows down Autumn leaves.  
By  herbs thou mayst thy hair restore,  
and hid the bare scalp that was bald before.  
Women have known this art, and of their crew  
Many false colours buy to hid the true.  
And multitudes, yea more than can be told,  
Walk in such hair as they have bought for gold:  
Hair is good Merchandise and grown a trade,  
Markets and public traffic thereof made:  
Nor do they blush to cheapen it among  
The rudest number and the thickest throng.  
Nay even before Alcides' sacred flames,  
And in the presence of the vestal Dames.  
To leave their hair and speak of their attire,  
I do not trails or purfled guards desire,  
Nor robes of blushing scarlet prised high,  
Whose wool is twice dipped in the Tyrian dye:  
Look but abroad, and thou mayst in a trice  
Find lighter colours, and of fat less price.  
Were it not madness thou in scorn of lack.  
Should wear at once thy whole wealth on thy back.  
Behold the colour of the azure a●r,  
When in a cloudless day the sky is fair.  
And the South wind bring on the earth no showers  
As once it did, what time one flow devours  
Thrinus and Hellis, such a colour choose,  
'tis neat and cheap, but costly dies refuse:  
That pretty colour intimates the waves,  
And from the sea green drops a name it craves.  
In this the young N●●phes went apparelled most,  
This saffron imitates of no great cost.  
And yet she goes attired in saffron weeds.  
That every morning decks fair Phoebus' steeds;  
Else such a die as Paphian myrtles yield,  
Or purple Amethistes, or a field.  
Where nothing save the milk white roses grow,  
Or that of new the Thracian Cranes do show.  
Let not fair Amarillis wanting be,  
Thy acknorns ●●●●y b●ooms of Almond tree,  
All these of several coloured juice be full,  
And with the several colours slain the wool.  
So many sundry flowers as the fresh spring  
In spite of winter's horrid rage doth bring,  
To deck the earth with full so many hues,  
The thirsty earth doth drink and none refuse.  

To suit their attire to their complexions.  Mongst which fair women out of your affections,  
Choose them that shall become best your complexions.  
She that is brown let her attire be white,  
Briseis beware a robe of colour light  
When she was ravished. Others that are fair,  
Let their attire be black as Sables are.  
Swarthy Andromed beware a milk white smock,  
When she was tied half naked to the rock.  
Lest you be seen, so let no rankness grow,  
Betwixt your arms and shoulder let none show.  
Of rough and ragged hairs there may appear,  
Upon your legs and thighs, but not too near.  
I do not teach young maids by Caucase bred,  
Or such as drink of Mysus; but in stead  
Of barbarous trulls, to you brave girls of Rome,  
Do I direct my phrase, and to your doom.  
I now instruct you how your teeth to fre●,  
Lest in their use some furdness they do get:  

To keep their teeth.  To wrince your mouths in water: you have wit  
To apprehend my words: betimes to sit,  
And in the morning take away the slime,  
Which makes the white teeth subject to such crime,  
Let such whose bloods are black and swart,  
Whom nature reds not, make them red by art.  

Che●ks.  Art likewise fills the wrinkles in the brows,  
A skin of died red leather art allows,  
To rub your faces with, nor hold it shame  
To kindle in your eyes a spark of flame:  
It may be done with saffron, which like corn  
Grows near bright Cydnas whereas thou wert born.  
I have a little book in substance small,  
And yet a work of weight, writ to you all.  
The Treatise is unto your general graces,  
How you by art may best preserve your faces.  
You whose rare beauties have received a scar,  
Seek thence your helps, receipts there written are.  
You may there find how to restore your bloods,  
My art was never idle for your goods.  
Beware lest that by chance your boxes lie  
Upon the table, and your Loves pass by:  
Throw them aside, art spreads her safest net  
When she is most with cunning counterfeit.  
Spill not thy drugs all ke in every place,  
They will offend such as behold thy face,  
Corrupting the beholder with such motion,  
As should he see thy garments stand with lotion:  
How doth the greasy rank wools smell offend,  
Though we for it as far as Athens send,  
Yet is it good for use, not before men,  
Use thou Deers marrow good for medicen:  
Nor before men in presence rub thy teeth,  
They both are good, yet harsh to him that seethe,  
Many things which in doing we detest,  
Being once done they oft times please us best:  
These stately pillars in iron carved and wrought,  
Were a confused rock, this ring he brought,  
To that good form, was once unfashioned ore,  
The costly cloth thou wear'st a rough sheep bore:  
The curious picture of fair Venus was,  
Before the cutting an unpolisht mass.  
Mind thou thy beauty when we think thee sleeping,  
Thy hand, thy box, thy glass their office keeping:  
Why should I know how thou art grown so fair,  
Shut fast the forge where beauties joined are.  
For many things there be men should not know,  
The greatest part of them if you should show,  
They should offend them much; spare not to shroud  
The doing, though the thing done be allowed.  
The golden ensigns yonder spreading far,  
Which wastes them to the gorgeous Theatre.  
See what thin leaves of gold foil gild the wood,  
Making the columes seem all massy good:  

Note  Yet are the audience of all sight debarred,  
Until the shows and sights be full prepared:  

Observe this woman.  So in thy preparation mark this note,  
Still make thee ready in a place remote:  
Yet sometimes if thy head be wondrous fair,  
Even before men 'tis good to comb thy hair,  
The hair a beauty hath which much besots,  
Being tied and wreathed in pleats and comely knots,  
But be not tedious in thy art applying,  
Be quick both in the fasting and untying:  
Still when thou goest to dress thyself be safe,  
I hate those sullen pettish things that chase  
At every idle cross, who scratch and by't,  
And with their nails and bodkins pinch and fight:  
Wounding themselves in anger; rending▪ tearing,  
The wires, the tires, the ruffs which they be wearing  
She that is badly haired, let her before  
She dress herself, set with still at the door,  
Upon the sudden 'twas my chance one day,  
To press into the place where my sweet heart lay:  
When wondering she unwater was thrust upon,  
Snatched up her hair and put the wrong side on,  
Like cause of shame let come unto my foe.  
And such disgrace unto the Parthians go  
A scalded breast, fields that no grass will bear.  
Trees without leaves, and heads that have no hair  
Are odious to the eye none of you three,  
Europa. Leda▪ or fair Semele.  
Were subject to this want or me did need,  
The help of Physic in this point to read:  
Nor Helen thou who with advise me it deep  
Menelaus asks; the Trojane still doth keep.  
The wanton wenches in full troops pass hither,  
Good, bad, fair, foul, of all sorts flock together:  
And come to be instructed; amongst which  
Ofttimes the fair be poor, the foul be rich.  
And yet the fairest have of me least need,  
Their beauty is a dower that doth exceed  
My precepts fare. The Sea being calm and clear,  
The secure Seaman all his sails may bear.  
But when it swells and is disturbed a part.  
The troubled Pilot must try all his art,  
Of every little mole be thou not squeamish,  
Ti● hard to find a face that hath no blemish.  
Yet shalt thou seek to hid the least disgrace,  

A lesson for dwar. 〈◊〉.  Either in thy proportion or thy face.  
If thou be'st short thy stature hid by wit,  
Still sit, least standing thou be'st took to sit,  
And stretch thy legs at length out in thy bed:  
Lest that thy stature there be measured:  
Love Dwarf, observe my words I hold it meet,  

Remedy for them that ●e ●ean●.  To have some garment thrown upon thy feet,  
She that is wea●ish and no clothes can fill.  
Her double plated gown must sit by skill.  
To make her portly, whilst a robe unbound  
From her two shoulders falls unto the ground,  
She that is pale, with purple stain her checks,  
She that is black the fish of Phar●s seeks.  

●ale. Black Splay-foot;  A splay misshapen foot in white shoes hid,  
And let dried legs were a rich garter tide:  
Let such whose shoulder blades stand much in sight  
Wear boulster'd gowns to make them seem upright.  

Ta slender  About a faint and slender body wear  
A flannel swathband or warm stomacher,  
Such whose far hands are itchy in the joint,  

Seabed hands. Stinking breathes B●d toothed.  When they discourse let them not use to point.  
You that have stinking breaths must not speak fasting  
But help themselves by some good breakfast taking,  
Else chew a clove the strength of it to break.  
Or keep some distance of, still when you speak:  
Or if thy teeth in wide uneven ranks grow,  
Or be they gauged, black or too great in show,  
Rot, lost, or that the fashion disagreeth.  
Beware of laughing, laughing shows the teeth:  
Who would believe this wonder. yet 'tis true,  
Maids may be taught to laugh and to eschew  
Uncomely mouths add harsh tricks of the face.  
In laughing is much comeliness and grace:  
●e moderate in thy fleering ther●s a feat  
To be observed in that; make not to great  
The hollew pits mirth digs in eveery cheek,  
To ●id thy gums let both thy redlips meet,  
Nor do thou stretch thy entrails by constraining  
Thyself unto loud laughter: neither feigning  
A more familiar gesture with voice flat,  
Sound out a wonanish noise I know not what:  
Look but on them that with loud yelling force,  
Antic and perverse faces that shows worse:  
And there is such a coil with wry mouths kept,  
That when they laugh, a man would swear they wept  
Ball as the slow Ass brays out of the mill,  
Many with untuned clamour hoarse and shrill,  

How to weep.  What cannot art? women are taught to weep,  
And in their look a sober form to keep:  
To shape their eyes according to their passion,  

How to Lisp.  Both at what time they please, and in what fashion  
Is there not grace in lisping to be found,  
To give true words a forged imperfect sound,  
Robbing the tongue his office in some part.  
Evest in depraving words is sometimes art.  
Many that by my words my meaning scan,  
Are taught to speak less perfect than they can.  
Weigh these my words according to their worth,  
And these being cond take other lessons forth:  
Learn how with womanish pace to use your gate,  
In every step there is a kind of state,  
Nor is their ought that yet my art discovers,  
Which with more violence draws or drives bacl love●●  
Behold your Lady's gate the rest out strips,  
See with what cunning she doth move her hips:  
And in the pride of steps how the cold wind.  
Swells her lose veils before her and behind.  
This like the blushing wife of Vmbey paceth,  
Her full viewed legs at every stride she graceth.  
Long measured steps do fit the state of some,  

How ●●●re to appear bare.  Others a moderate pace doth best become▪  
As far as where the arms and shoulders parts,  
Appear thou bore to wound the amorous hearts  
Of wanton youths, this fashion understand  
Longs to the fair, not such whose skins be tanned.  
Such sights ere now have made me I protest,  
To kiss her neck her shoulders end her breast,  
The Sirens are Sea Monsters whose sweet notes.  
Draws to their tunes the wand'ring ships and boats:  
And if their ears with wax they do not stop,  
They are charmed to leap up from the hatches top.  
Song is a fair endowment, a sweet thing,  
A praiseful gift: 
Sing▪  then women learn to sing.  
Hard favoured girls by songs have won such graces.  
Their sweet shrill tongues have proved bands to their faces  
Sometimes rehearse a speech brought from the play  
Or else peruse some poem in thy way.  
Of Music I would have thee know the skill,  
With thy right hand to use a R●be ks quill,  
Or with thy left a harp, when Orpheus played,  
The beasts, and trees, and stones to dance he made.  
And in his way to hell no fiend durst stir,  
Nor tartar power, nor triple headed Cur.  
Thou that so justly do thy mother punish,  
Didst by thy Music skill the world astonish:  
In those sweet walks that were by music reared,  
By every such sweet harmony is heard:  
The armed Dolphin is by nature mute,  
Yet did he lift Arion to thy Lute.  
Learn Music then; and hope to play upon  
The double handed sweet Psaltirion.  
Read Poetry; the works of Cous seek.  
Or great Callimacc●●●s that vvrit in Greeks  
The laboured lines of Bac●hus Poet get,  
Read what lascivious Sapph else hath vvrit.  
For what more wanton works than Sapph lives?  
See what delight to the Propertius gives:  
Or if thy further leisure serve thee, look  
In Gallus vvo●kes, or in Tibullus book.  
Or Varro that of Phrixus and his niece  
The Legend vvrit, and of the golden fleece:  
Or read Aeneas banishment from Troy,  
Th'original of Rome, Rome doth enjoy  
No books more famous. Haply to my grace  
Some one may say, thou Ovid hast a place.  
Amongst the rest thou and thy lines may sound  
To aftertimes, not be in Le●he drowned.  
Some one may say perchance, our Master read  
The last he drew with a double head.  
Or those three Books which he Amorum calls.  
Entituling them of Love, which of them fal●●  
Into thy handling first that do thou choose,  
And lovingly my loving lines peruse:  
Or with a composed voice my Cantos sing,  
The use of these Love's Mistress first did bring.  
To other yet unknown, oh Phoebus grant,  
Grant this you gods, whom sacred Poets haunt  
Wi●h their oblation●, grant th●se my powers divine,  
Thou god of Grapes, and you oh Muses nine.  
Who doubts but I would have you learn to dance,  
Measure and Galliards shall your name advance,  
Command your arms and hands that they agree  
Unto the motion of the foot and knee.  
In moving of the body hand and side,  
The comic Actor cannot take more pride.  
Nor use more art, the comeliness of either  
Concurres, and I compare them both together,  

To Game.  Learn trivial sports, but oh your Poet shames,  
To bid you be experienced in some games:  
Yet long they to my art; then be not nice  
To learn to play at cockall or at dice,  
How to cast lots and chances, which to guess,  
To play at draughts, at tables, or at chess,  
To use a racket, or to toss a ball,  
At set game, or at that we bandy call;  
To pass the night at billiards till eleven,  
At pick pandy, cards, or odd or even.  
Play prepares love, your skill is not so needful,  
As aught to be your looks and carriage heedful,  
Your greatest cunning is with Art to frame,  
The gesture and the countenance in your game.  
Game makes us earnest if we play with care,  
Then with our open thoughts our breasts lie bare,  
And strait we brawl and scold; a grievous stain.  
Oh these be monstrous faults to chide and rail,  
Or to blaspheme the gods when out luck fail:  
To vow or sweat with protestations deep,  
And in the heat of play to fret or weep.  
Great Jove himself from you such crimes expel.  
Who covet suitors and to please them well▪  
Nature these trivial sports to women lends,  
A f●ee scope of pastime she extends  
By much unto us men, for so we may  
Scourge tops, fling darts, and at the football play,  
Vault, ride, and teach the horse to troth the ring,  
Frequent the Fense-school, practise arms, leap, spring.  
Nor can you march or muster on the sea,  
Or like the Merchant vent'ter go to sea:  
Walk may you sometimes under Pompey's shade,  
To Phoebus' palace, so the place was made  
For noval triumph▪ 〈◊〉 the Memphean sawn:  
To the goat-field where chariots are still drawn.  
To the warm bleeding altar, some prefers  
Before all these the three brave theatres:  
Thus covet to be seen unseen, unprov'd,  
What is not viewed and known cannot belov'd:  
What profit were it to have beauteous been,  
If thy admired sa●e were never seen?  
Say you more skilled in songs than Orpheus were,  
Or Thamira●, such if men cannot hear,  
How should your Music please? Apelles' painted  
Venus in Cols, else her fame had tainted,  
And died in Lethe, he redeemed her name,  
What hunt the sacred Poets for but fame?  
Only for fame their labouring spirits they send.  
Of all their vows, fame is the scope and end.  
But see what alterations rude time brings,  
Poets of old were the right hand of Kings.  

The dignity of Poets.  Large were their gifts, supreme was their regard,  
Their meeted fame, with fear and reverence heard,  
Honour and state and sacred Majesty  
Belonged to such as studied Poetry:  
Ennius by Scipio that great man was sought,  
And from the mountains of Calabria brought,  
Unhonored now the Ivy garland lies:  
The ancient worships done to Poets dies:  
Yet we should strive our own fames to awake.  
Homer a living lasting work did make:  
His Iliads call'd else who had Homer known?  
Had Danaiss in her tower an old wife grown,  
And never unto public view resorted,  
How had her beauty been so fare reported:  
You that applause would for your beauties win,  
Be oft abroad, and keep not to much in:  
At the full folds the she wolf seeks her pray,  
Though amongst all she steals but one away.  
Ioves bird the Eagle when she soars most high,  
To seize on fow●e doth at the covy fly,  
Frequent you fair ones, where men may you see,  
Mongst many one best part will fancy thee:  
In every place where thou shalt hap to sit,  
Lose none by frowns whom thou by smiles mayst get:  
The bow of Cupid never stands unbent.  
And oftentimes things fall by accident,  
Be thou prepared, hang always out thy hook:  
For in that stream where thou no fish wouldst look  
A fish by chance may by't, oft have I seen  
The wand'ring hound range where no game hath been:  
And hearts that scape the chase when no man minds them  
Fall in the toils and there the keeper finds them.  
What hope hadst thou Andromeda being bound.  
Unto a rock a lover to have found:  
Being prepared for death, beset with fears,  
Blubbered thy cheeks, thy eye quite drowned in  
At burial of one Husband well I wot.  
Another husband hath been oft times got,  
Weeping for him that's lost may hap to grace thee,  
And in the bosom of a second place thee.  
But in your choice especially beware.  
Of shch effeminate men as starch their hair,  
Prank up themselves, who lisp and cannot leave it,  
Love Compliment, and use to smell of Civit:  
They have a thousand loves, what they protest  
To thee they'll do as unto all the rest:  
Unstaid such be, and what will women say,  
When in their thoughts men are more light than they.  
Scarce will they credit me, and yet 'tis true,  
Troy had yet stood, and Ilium been in view,  
Had every thing been swayed as Priam spoke,  

Lover's disloyalty in many several passeges.  But good advice they leave, fond counsel take.  
There are who under show of love do fain,  
And by such passage seek dishonest gain.  
Let no man's hair deceive with powders sweet,  
Nor studded gitles which are short and meet:  
Nor these fine women's coats, a sightly thing,  
Nor that each finger bears a golden ring.  
Perhaps who in this kind most gallant goes,  
Is a close thief, and loves nought but your clothes.  
Some Maids thus robbed, so loud cry for their own,  
That all the town and country hears their moan,  
Venus whose golden shrines at Appia● stand,  
And Palla● laugh a good these strifes in hand:  
There are some Maids too sure, but of bad fame,  
Who oft deceived are thought to use the same.  
Oh learn by others plaints to hear your own.  
Open not your ears to men, whose frauds are known.  
Believe not Theseus Athenians though he swear,  
The gods can witness no more than they hear.  
And thou Demophoon, to false Theseus' heir,  
Phillis deceived was by speeches fair.  
If men make promises, than maids make you.  
If men perform, perform your vowed joys too.  
Now I'll come nearer, Muse take faster hold.  
No lose thy seat the wheels though swiftly rolled.  
Men frame them set, Maids vows are elsewhere wtit.  
Let some maids take their course, for it were fit:  
Look on them, read them, from the words than gather,  
Whether he feigns or sues entirely rather:  
After some while Writ back: ever delays  
Inflames a Lover; so no tedious stays.  
Show not thee pliant to the youth denies,  
Nor yet deny him what by suit he plies:  
Let him both fear and hope by every Letter,  
Be his fearless, his hopes come sure and better.  
Be your phrase pure, but common usual words,  
In speech the plainest stile best grace affords:  
Full of ambiguous words love so misplace,  
And a foul t●ng●e hath hurt a beauteous face:  
But since although you y●t not married be,  
To go beyond us men that care take ye.  
By maids or some known lad your let●ers send,  
And to no strange young man tokens commend.  
I have seen some maids so terrified with this,  
That ever after they were slaves I w●sse:  
Faithless he s who keeps such tokens back,  
And burns like Ae●na till he open the pack.  
Trust me we may with fraud quit fraud again,  
From force to shield, from force the laws maintain,  
One maid must use herself to many hands;  
Ill might he speed who shifts their true commands:  
Deface the old seal when you do reply,  
And to one writing but one hand apply.  
Subscribe your Letters thus, thine in all love,  
Be his, as he was yours, this art to approve,  
If from small things we may to greater go,  
And in our ship spread out full sail to show.  
It long to beauty to have manners mild,  
Sweet pace fits women, fierce, rage, savage, wild.  

Impediment to beauty, Anger.  Rage swells the face, the veins makes black with blood,  
The eyes blaze ghastly like fell Gorgon's brood.  
Away, quoth she, I prise not feature so,  
Pallas should view her face where waters flow.  
And should you look your anger in your glass,  
You would scarce discern your visaga whose it was.  

Pride.  Nor do we less blame proud and lofty look●,  
Gentle and humble eyes are Cupid's book,  
We men do hate this overweening pride  
Shown in the silent face-trust him hath tried.  
View him views you, if men than women smile,  
Signs made to you, make signs, 'twill men beguile.  
Thus whiles he plays before with headless dart,  
Cupid hath after wounded to the heart.  
We hate men sad, Ajax Tecmessa take:  
We merry Greek● blithe wenches sweet: hearts make.  
Andromach and Tecmessa, all your state,  
Can not move me to choose you for my mate.  
Take gifts of rich men who do law profess.  
Give him no fee, be his Client, he'll need the less▪  
We that make verse, let us send only verse  
Our hearts are pliant, whose love soon doth pierc●  
We spread abroad sweet beauty lasting praise  
We Nemesis, we Cynthia's honour raise:  
The East and West land knew loved Lycoris,  
And many ask who our Corinna is,  
Besides we Poets from all frauds are free,  
And forward manners by our Poetry.  
Nor honour us, nor love of money please,  
We slight our gains for privacy and ease.  
Soon are we caught, our loves burn fierce and bold.  
And where we love we know too well to hold,  
So 'tis we soften nature by meek art.  
And as our studies, so our loves take part:  
A favour Maidens, a blessed Poets will,  
Heaven's power we have, the Muses own us still,  
A God is in us, we commerce with jove,  
The spirit in us, 'bove your bright stars doth move  
To look for money from us, what a crime:  
And yet no Maids do fear it in our time.  
At first be not too eager, feign beware,  
A novice lover slights an open snare:  
Nor do we rule a horse new broke to back.  
With the same reins, as he that is skilled to rack?  
To catch one stayed in years, and a brisk swain,  
Must not one way, may not one course be ta'en;  
he's rude, and in loves tents ne'er seen before,  
Who as a new prey touched thy chamber door.  
Who knows no maid but thee, none else would know  
This corn would be high fenced that it may grow  
If one, he is thy own, no rivals frown,  
Two things admits no mate, Love and a Crown.  
That ancient soldiers wise and softly loves,  
And much that younger scorus he meekly prove,  
He● l break no posts, nor burn with furious fire,  
Nor scratch his Mistress soft cheeks in his ire,  
He'll tore no clothes, his Loves, nor his own,  
Nor shall his torn hair give him cause of moan:  
These things fit youths, whose age in love is hot,  
This bears harsh wounds gently as they were not:  
Old men burn softly like a torch that's dry,  
As wood● from heath cut down when first they lie  
Old mon love sure, youth short, but fruitful made  
Maids pluck those fruits betimes, betimes which fade,  
Nay yield up all, open the gates to our foe,  
That faith from faithless treasure once may flow:  
What's easy granted, long love cannot feed,  
(Denial seethe) our sports must oft proceed:  
Let them walk at the gate, cry cruel door,  
Do humbly much, but in their threats much more.  
We loathe these sweets, bitter love makes them new,  
The wind o●t drowned the ship by which it flew;  
T●s this maketh men their wives to slight so still.  
They're ready pressed when ere their husbands will.  
Let the Maid run and cry we are undone,  
And hid the sacred youth till fear be gone;  
Yet sport him midst these fears lest he misprise,  
Your nights not so much worth such fears should rise  
I had like to pass by, what art to deceive.  
Your husband's and sly keeper to bereave  
Wives fear your husbands who must keep you in  
'Tis firm by law right modesty hath been.  
Her to be kept whom late revenge hath wrought.  
Who can endure to avoid these means be sought▪  
As many keep thee as had Argus' eyes,  
If thou wilt out thou shalt defeat with lies  
You●l say your keeper doth withstand to write.  
T●ke water for yourself what time you might,  
Wh●t can the Keeper when the Cities fill,  
●f plays, and Maids see horses run that will.  
When she will, a maid complains her head.  
And feigning sick, hides whom she will in bed:  
When the false key tells plainly what is done,  
And to her chamber are more ways than one.  
Besides a keeper may be foxed with wine▪  
Prest from the grapes of Spain, and so made thine:  
And there be drugs, which can cause a sound sleep,  
And shut the eyes fast drenched in Lethe deep,  
You know Maids to May quickly find some way  
By long made sports to hold him in delay.  
But what need I for to go fare about,  
When one small gift may buy the keeper out,  
Gifts trust me do appease both gods and men,  
By Gifts even Iov● is pleased now and then.  
What do the wise since fools in gifts delight,  
Give, and the husband says nought, say he might,  
Hast bought thy keeper once, he's thine for ever.  
The help he once affords he'll fail thee never.  
I blamed companions now it comes to mind,  
The hurt by it not men alone do find.  
Believe me, other Maids thy joys may taste,  
And others with thee hunt the Hare as fast,  
The wench that sweeps the chamber, makes the bed  
With sports of love hath more than once been sped,  
Let not your waiting Maids be over fair,  
Their Mistress place by them supplied are,  
Where run I Mad man? naked 'gainst my foe,  
And open those ports that may me overthrow:  
The birds teach not the fouler how to take them,  
The hearts teach not the dogs to run and shake them,  
Look too't that need my task: I'll do indeed,  
Though 'tis to lend a sword to make me bleed:  
'Tis easy to make us think We are beloved,  
Their faith which to desire is quickly moved:  
Smile lovely on a youth, sigh from your hart.  
Ask why he comes so late: a pretty art.  
Shed some few tears, fain grief for some close love,  
And tear your hair as doth your passions move.  
He is overcome strait, pity he will take,  
And say his care is only for my sake:  
If he be spruce, and look fair in the glass  
He'll think the gods love him, let not this pass  
Who ere thou art be not thy wrath so strong?  
Nor rage's not overmuch hath he done wrong.  
Trust not too soon: what art is in this case,  
Procris may be example. Have your grace,  
Near to Hymettus' hill a holy well,  
And a moist ground thick grass the ancients tell;  
The wood's but underwood about this land,  
The Crab tree. Rosemary, Bay, Myrtle stand,  
The thick leaved box, the Tamariske so small,  
L●w shrubs neat Pines, there do these trees grow all,  
The gentle West wind and the healthful air  
●low all those leaves and grass blades which are there:  
C●phalus loved rest, his hounds and men forgone,  
Weary in youth this ground oft sat upon,  
And thus he sings, thou which dost lay my heat,  
And my breast suage, come gentle air and beat,  
One over duteous told his fearful wife,  
These words she heard, and so began the strife:  
●ro●r● who for a strumpet took't this care,  
Fell down much moved with a sudden fear.  
Look how the vine-leafe which you latest gather,  
She lo●kt so pale, or far more paler rather:  
Or the ripe Quince tree which doth bend his bough  
Or d●g tree fruit▪ which none for meat allows,  
Come to herself, her garments quite she tore,  
From of her breast, and made her breast all gore,  
And without stay in rage and haste she goes,  
Her hair about her neck like Bacchus' throes:  
Being near the place, her mates she leaves behind,  
Steels st●ly to the wood no fear in mind,  
'Tis thus thou thinkest now, who this air should be  
And her dishonest tricks thine ear shall see:  
Her coming shames her now, she would not take her  
Yet now she's glad she's come, love doubtful makes her  
The name, the place, the sign, all these agree,  
And what the mind fears, that it thinks to be,  
Seeing the grass so by some body pressed,  
Her trembling heart knocked at her tender breast:  
Now the Midday had made the shadows short,  
The evening and the morn bear equal part:  
Young Shafalus returns unto the wood  
And cools his face with water as he stood.  
Procris stands close, on the grass he lays him fair,  
And cries aloud, blow west wind, come sweet air;  
So soon as she had heard the erroneous name,  
Her mind and her true colour to her came,  
She riseth, with her body the leaves shake,  
In mind to Shafalus her way to take:  
He thought it some wild beast, snatched up his bow,  
His arrow in his right hand wont to show.  
What dost thou wretch, 'tis no beast, stay thy dart.  
Alas, thy arrows pierce a woman's heart:  
She cries out, thou hast struck thy loving breast,  
Upon this place thy wounds have ever rest.  
I die before my time, not wronged in love,  
This earth made me suspect thee light to prove,  
Aire take my breath, thee 'twas I did mistrust,  
I die, close thou mine eyes, lay me in the dust.  
She ended speech and life, and falling down,  
Her husband takes her last breath from the ground  
He bears his dying love in woeful arms,  
And wails with tears so strange and deadly harms:  
But let us back, I see I must be plain,  
At the lost haven that our ship may again,  
You look now to be brought unto a feast.  
And that we teach you here as in the rest:  
Come late, but comely brought in by night.  
Thou shalt be welcome, so delay hath might.  
Though thou be black thou shalt seem fair to all.  
The night will hid thy faults both great and small:  
Eat neatly with your fingers, art commands,  
Wipe not thy whole face with thy dirty hands.  
Eat not to long, leave ere you would forbear,  
More than thou well canst do, this council hear:  
Were Helen greedy, Paris would her hate:  
And say my rape is foolish our of date,  
To drink is comely: and more fit for you,  
Bacchus doth well with Venus, this is true,  
Drink, but yet not more than you well can bear  
And what is one, let it not to appear:  
A shameful thing to see a woman drunk  
Such a one is fit to be each base knaves punk.  
Nor is it safe to sleep the tables drawn,  
Much shameful things have in your sleep been sawn  
'tis shame to teach you more yet Dion says.  
Shame is the chiefest abject of these lays  
Each know yourselves as you your bodies see,  
So frame your lying in form that it may be,  
Wrose face is beauteous she must lie upright,  
Whose back is best that still must be in sight:  
Atlantaes thighs upon high shoulders wore,  
Melanion be these best, show the more.  
Low Maids must rise, Thebais was somewhat long  
Near sat on Hect●rs horse her pride among,  
Who hath a long side, which should have in eye,  
Let her bend to her knees her neck aw●y:  
Whose hidden parts have not a fault or spot,  
Lie ever side long, pray forget it not.  
Not think it a disgrace your hair to lose,  
And then thy neck cast backward still to choose  
Thou that art ragged, close and covered .  
And from men's sight like the swift Parthian fly:  
Love hath a thousand waye● most void of pride,  
To lie half upright on the righter side,  
Apollo's, Tripos, nor horrid Ammon say,  
Nor things more true than what are in our lay:  
If there be truth, in art, got by long use,  
Believe and trust, you'll find it in our muse.  
Maids see you love us men, plucked from the root,  
One thing may help you and stead to boot:  
Cease not fair words, cease not your close wispring sweet  
And wanton words must with your sports oft meet,  
And thou whom nature hath bard loves quick sense,  
Fain pleasant joys though the things be from thence:  
Unhappy Maid, to whom that place is dull,  
Which with a man and woman should be full.  
Yet when you fain, beware, let none else know it,  
For fear thy gesture or thy eyes may show it:  
What helps the speech and shows the breath is ill,  
That patt hath secrets, shame would hid it still,  
Who seeks a man after enjoinment strait,  
Loving a gift would not her prayers had weight;  
Open not your windows wide to take in light,  
Much in your bodies rather fits the night,  
Our sport is done, 'tis time the swan's depart,  
Which on their necks, as yokes have drawn out art  
As Men before, say Maids, when ye prevail,  
Ovid our Master was, his heart our sai●e,  
FINIS.   

THE LOVES OF HERO AND LEANDER A mock POEM: WITH Marginal Notes, and other choice Pieces OF DROLLERY Got by heart, and often repeated by divers witty Gentlemen and Ladies, that use to walk in the New Exchange, and at their recreations in Hide Park.   Nectar Ingenium. 
LONDON Printed Anno Dom. 1667.   

THE REMEDY OF LOVE  
WHen Cupid read this title, straight he said,  
Was, I perceive, against me w●ll be made:  
But spare (oh Love) to tax thy Poet so,  
Who oft hath born thy Ensign 'gainst thy so  
I am not lie by whom thy Mother bled,  
When she to heaven on Mars his horses fled.  
I oft, like other Youths, thy flame did prove,  
And if thou ask, what I do still; I Love  
Nay I have taught by art to keep loves course,  
And made that reason which before was force,  
I seek not to betray thee, pretty boy,  
Nor what I have once written to destroy.  
If any love and find his Mistress kind,  
Let him go on and sail with his own wind;  
But he that by his love is discontented,  
To save his life my verses were invented;  
Why should a Lover kill himself? or why  
●hould any, with his own grief wounded, die?  
Thou art a boy, to play becomes thee still.  
Thy reign is soft, play then, and do not kill;  
Or if thou ' It needs be vexing, then do this,  
Make Lovets meet by stealth and steal a kiss:  
Make them to fear, lest any overwatch them,  
And tremble when they think some come to catch them  
And with those tears that lovers shed all night  
Be thou content, but do not kill outright.  
Love heard, and up his silver wings did heave,  
And said. Writ on, I freely give thee leave.  
Come then all ye despised that love endure,  
I that have felt the wounds, your Love will cure;  
But come at first, for if you make delay,  
Your sickness will grow mortal by your stay▪  
The Tree, which by delay is grown so big,  
In the beginning was a tender twig.  
That which at first was but a span in length,  
Will, by delay, be rooted past men's strength.  
Resist beginnings, medicines bring no curing  
Where sickness is grown strong by long enduring.  
When first thou seest a Lass that likes thine eye.  
bend all thy present powers to descry  
Whether her eye or carriage first will show  
If she be fit for Love's delights, or no;  
Some will be easy, such an one elect;  
But she that bears to grave and stern aspect  
Take heed of her, and make her not thy Jewel.  
Either she cannot love, or will be cruel.  
If love assail thee there, betime take heed,  
Those wounds are dangerous that inward bleed;  
He that to day cannot shake off love's sorrow,  
Will certainly be more unapt to morrow.  
Love hath so eloquent and quick a tongue  
That he will lead thee all thy life along;  
And on a sudden clasp thee in a yoke  
Where thou must either draw, or striving choke.  
Strive then betimes, for at the first one hand  
May stop a water drill that wears the sand,  
But, if delayed, it breaks into a flood,  
Mountains will hardly make the passage good;  
But I am out: for now I do begin  
To keep them off, not heal those that are in.  
First therefore (Lovers) I intent to show  
How love came to you, than how he may go.  
You that would not know what loves passions be.  
Never be idle, learn that rule of me.  
Ease makes you love, as that o'ercomes your wills,  
Ease is the food and cause of all your ills.  
Turn ease and idleness but out of door,  
Loves darts are broke, his flame can burn no more.  
As reeds and Willows loves the water side,  
So Love loves with the idle to abide  
If then at liberty you fain would be,  
Love yields to labour. Labour and be free  
Long sleeps, soft beds, rich vintage, and high feeding,  
Nothing to do and pleasure of exceeding  
Dulls all our senses, makes our virtue stupid,  
And then creeps in that crafty villain Cupid.  
That boy loves ease alive, hates such as stir,  
Therefore thy mind to better things prefer.  
Behold thy Country's enemies in Arms,  
At home love gripes thy hart in his sly charms,  
Then rise and put on armour, cast of sloth,  
Thy labour may at once overcome them both.  
If this seem hard, and too unpleasant, then  
Behold the law set forth by God and men,  
Sat down and study that, that thou mayst know  
The way to guide thyself, and others show.  
Or if thou lov'st not to be shut up so,  
Learn to assail the Deer with trusty bow.  
That through the woods thy well mouthed hounds may ring,  
Whose Echo better joys, than love, will sing.  
There mayst thou chance to bring thy love to end,  
Diana unto Venus is no friend.  
The Country will afford thee means enough;  
Sometimes disdain not to direct the plough;  
To follow through the fields the bleating Lamb,  
That mourns to miss the comfort of his Dam.  
Assist the harvest, help to prune the Trees;  
Graft, plant, and sow, no kind of labour lose.  
Set nets for birds, with hooked lines bait for fish,  
Which will employ the mind and fill thy dish;  
That being weary with these pains, at night  
Sound sleeps may put the thoughts of love to flight.  
With such delights, or labours, as are these,  
Forgot to love and learn thyself to please.  
But chiefly learn this lesson for my sake,  
Fly from her far, some journey undertake,  
I know thou'lt grieve, and that her name once told  
Will be enough thy journey to withhold:  
But when thou findest thyself most bend to stay,  
Compel thy feet to run with thee away.  
Nor do thou wish that rain and stormy weather  
May stay your steps, and bring you back together:  
Count not the miles you pass, nor doubt the way,  
Lest those respects should turn you back to stay.  
Tell not the clock, nor look not once behind,  
But fly like Lightning or the Northern wind;  
For where we are too much o'er matched in might,  
There is no way for safeguard, but by flight.  
But some will count my lines to hard and bitter,  
I must confess them hard; but yet 'tis better  
To fast a while that health may be provoked,  
Then feed at plenteous tables and he choked.  
To cure the wretched body, I am sure,  
Both Fire and Steel thou gladly wilt endure:  
Wilt thou not then take pains by any Art  
To cure thy Mind, which is thy better part?  
The hardness is at first, and that once past,  
Pleasant and easy ways will come at last.  
I do not bid the strive with witch's Charms,  
Or such unholy acts, to cease thy harms:  
Ceres herself, who all these things did know,  
Had never power to cure her own love so:  
No, take this Medicine (which of all is sure)  
Labour and absence is thy only Cure,  
But if the Fates compel thee, in such fashion,  
That thou must needs live near her habitation,  
And canst not fly her sight, learn here of me,  
That thou wouldst feign, and canst not yet be free,  
Set all thy Mistress faults before thine eyes,  
And all thy own disgraces well advise;  
Say to thyself, that she is covetous.  
Hath ta'en my gifts, and used me thus, and thus;  
Thus hath she sworn to me, and thus deceived;  
Thus have I hope, and thus have been bereft:  
With love she feeds my rival, while I starve,  
And pours on him kisses, which I deserve:  
She follows him with smiles, and gives to me  
Sad looks, no Lovers, but a strangers fee.  
All those Embraces I so oft desired,  
To him she offers daily unrequired:  
Whose whole desert, and half mine weighed together.  
Would make mine lead, and his seem cork and feather?  
Then let her go, and since she proves so hard,  
Regard thyself, and give her no regard.  
Thus must thou school thyself, and I could wish  
Thee to thyself, most eloquent in this.  
But put on grief enough and do not fear,  
Grief will enforce thy eloquence t'appear.  
Thus I myself the love did once expel  
Of one whose coyness vexed my soul like hell  
I must confess she touched me to the quick,  
And I, that am Physician, than was sick.  
But this I found to profit, I did still  
Ruminate what I thought in her was ill;  
And, for to cure myself, I found away,  
Some honest slanders on her for to lay:  
Quoth I how lamely doth my Mistress go:  
(Although, I must confess, it was not so;)  
I said, her arms was crooked, fingers bend,  
Her shoulders bowed, her legs consumed and spent:  
Her colour sad, her neck as dark as night.  
(When Venus might in all have ta'en delight)  
But yet because I would no more come nigh her,  
Myself unto myself did thus belly her.  
Do thou the like, and though she fair appear,  
Think, vice to virtue often comes too near;  
And in that error (though it be an error)  
Preserve thyself from any further terror.  
If she be round and plump, say shhe, too fat,  
If brown, say black, and think who cares for that;  
If she be slender, swear she is too lean  
That such a Wench will wear a man out clean;  
If she be red, say she's to full of blood;  
If pale her body nor her mind is good;  
If wanton say, she seeks thee to devour;  
If grave, neglect her, say, she looks too sour.  
Nay if she have a fault, and thou dost know it,  
Praise it, that in thy presence she may show it  
As if her voice be bad, cracked in the ring,  
Never give over till thou make her sing.  
If she have any blemish in herfoot,  
Commend her dancing still and put her to't.  
If she be rude in speech incite her talk;  
If halting lame, provoke her much to walk.  
Or if on instruments she have small skill,  
Reach down a Vial, urge her to that still.  
Take any way to ease thy own distress,  
And think those faults be, which are nothing less  
Than meditate besides, what thing it is  
That makes thee still in love to go amiss,  
Advise thee Well, for as the world now goes  
Men are not caught with substance but with shows;  
Women are in their bodies turned to French,  
That face and bodies lest part of a wench.  
I know a woman hath in love been troubled  
For that which Tailors make a fine near Doublet,  
And men are even as mad in their desiring.  
That oftentimes love Women for their tiring;  
He that doth so, let him take this advice,  
Let him rise early, and not being nice,  
Up to his Mistress chamber let him high,  
 she arise, and there he shall espy  
Such a confusion of disordered things,  
In Bodies, jewels, Tires, Wires, Lawns, and Rings,  
That sure it cannot choose but much abhor him,  
To see her lie in pieces thus before him;  
And find those things shut in a painted box  
For which he loves her, and endures her mocks.  
Once I myself had a great mind to see  
What kind of things Women undressed be,  
And found my sweet hart, just when I came at her,  
Screwing her teeth, and dipping rags in water;  
She missed her periwig, and durst not stay,  
But put it on in haste the backward way;  
That had I not on th' sudden changed my mind,  
I had mistake and kissed my Love behind.  
So, if thou wish her faults should rid thy cares,  
Watch out thy time, and take her unawares:  
Or rather put the better way in proof,  
Come thou not near, but keep thyself aloof.  
If all this serve not, use one medicine more,  
Seek out another Love, and her adore;  
But choose out one, in whom thou well mayst see  
A heart inclined to love and cherish thee.  
For as a River parted flower goes,  
So, Love thus parted still more evenly flows.  
One Anchor will not serve a Vessal tall,  
Nor is one book enough to fish withal,  
He that can solace him, and sport with two,  
May in the end triumph as others do.  
Thou that to one hath showed thyself too kind,  
Mayest in the second much more comfort find:  
If one Love entertain thee with despite,  
The other will embrace thee with delight:  
When by the former thou art made accursed,  
The second will contend t'excel the first,  
And strive, with love, to drive her from thy breast:  
(" That first to second yields, women, know best,  
Or if to yield to either thou art loath,  
This may perhaps acquit them of them both,  
For what one love makes odd, two shall make even,  
Thus blows with blows, and fire with fire's out driven.  
Perchance this course will turn thy first love's heart,  
And when thine is at ease cause hers to smart.  
If thy love's rival stick so ne'er thy side,  
Think, women can Copartners worse abide.  
For though thy Mistress never mean to love thee,  
Yet from the others love she'll strive to move thee?  
But let her strive, she of chath vexed thy heart,  
Suffer her now to bear herself a part,  
And though thy bowels burn like Aema's fire,  
Seem colder far than Ice, or her desire;  
Feign thyself free, and sigh not over much,  
But laugh when sadly grief thy heart doth touch,  
I do not bid the break through fire and flame,  
Such violence in love is much to blame,  
But I advise, that thou dissemble deep,  
And all thy passions in thine own breast keep.  
Feign thyself well, and thou at last shalt see  
Thyself as well as thou didst feign to be.  
So have I often, When I would not drink,  
Sat down as one a sleep and feigned to wink,  
Till, as I nodding sat, and took no heed,  
I have at last fallen fast a sleep indeed.  
So have I oft been angry, feigning snight,  
And counterfeiting smiles have laughed outright.  
So love, by use doth come, by use doth go,  
And he that feigns well shall at length be so.  
If ere thy Mistress promised to receive thee  
Into her bosom and did then deceive thee,  
Locking thy rival in, thee out of door,  
Be not dejected, seem not to deplore,  
Nor when thou seest her next take notice of it,  
But pass it over, it shall turn to profit:  
For if she sees such tricks as these perplex thee,  
She will be proud, and take delight to vex thee.  
But if she prove thee constant in this kind,  
She will begin at length some sleights to find,  
How she may draw the back, and keep the still  
A servile Captive to her fickle will.  
But now take heed, here comes the proof of men,  
Be thou as constant as thou seemest then:  
Receive no messages, regard no lines,  
They are but snares, to catch thee in her twines.  
Receive no gifts, think all that praise her flatter;  
What ere she Writes believe not half the matter.  
Converse not with her servant, nor her maid,  
Scarce bid good morrow lest thou be betrayed.  
When thou goest by her door never look back,  
And though she call do not thy journey slack;  
If she should send her friends to talk with thee,  
●uffer not them too long to walk with thee.  
〈◊〉 ●ot believe one word they say is sooth,  
Nor do not ask so much as how she doth;  
Yea, though thy very hart should burn to know,  
Bridle thy tongue, and make thereof no show;  
Thy careless silence shall perplex her more.  
Then can a thousand sighs sighed o'er and o'er;  
By saying, thou lovest not thy loving prove not,  
For he's far gone in love that says, I love not:  
Then hold thy peace and shortly love will die,  
That wound heals best that cures not by and by.  
But some will say, alas, this rule is hard,  
Must we not love where we do find reward  
How should a tender Woman beat this scorn  
That cannot, without art, by men be born;  
Mistake not; I do not wish you show  
Such a contempt to them whose love you know:  
But where a scornful lass makes you endure  
Her slight regarding, there I lay my cure,  
Nor think in leaving Love you wrong your lass,  
Who one to her content already has;  
While she doth joy in him, joy thou in any,  
Thou hast, as well as she, the choice of many.  
Then, for thy own content, defer not long.  
But cure thyself and she shall have no wrong.  
Among all cures I chief did commend  
Absence in this to be the only friend,  
And so it is, but I would have ye learn  
The perfect use of Absence to discern,  
First then, when thou art absent to her sight  
In solitariness do not delight:  
Be seldom left alone, for than I know  
A thousand vexing thoughts will come and go.  
Fly lonely walks, and uncouch places sad,  
They are the nurse of thoughts that make men mad.  
Walk not to much where thy fond eye may see  
The place where she did give loves rights to thee:  
For even the place will tell thee of those joys,  
And turn thy kisses into sad annoys  
Frequent not woods and Groves, nor sit and muse  
With arms a cross, as foolish lovers use:  
For as thou sittest alone thou soon shalt find  
Thy mistress face presented to thy mind,  
As plainly to thy troubled fantasy  
As if she were in presence, and stood by.  
This to eschew open thy doors all day,  
Eat no man's speech that comes into thy way.  
Admit all companies, and when there's none  
Then walk thou fourth thyself and seek out one,  
When he is found seek more, laugh, drink, and sing:  
Rather than be alone do any thing.  
Or if thou be censtrained to be alone,  
Have not her picture for to gaze upon:  
For that's the way when thou art eased of pain,  
To wound a new, and make the sick again.  
Or if thou hast it, think the painter's skill  
Flattered her face, and that she looks more ill?  
And think, as thou dost musing sit,  
That she herself is counterfeit like it.  
Or rather fly all things, that are inclined  
To bring one thought of her into thy mind.  
View not her tokens, nor think on her words,  
But take some book, whose learned womb affords  
Physic for souls, there search for some relief  
To guile the time and rid away thy grief.  
But if thy thoughts on her must needs be bend,  
Think what a deal of precious time was spent  
In quest of her; and that thy best of youth  
Languished and died while she was void of truth.  
Think but how ill ●he did deserve affection,  
And yet how long she held thee in subjection.  
Think how she changed, how ill it did become her,  
And thinking so, leave Love, and fly far from her.  
He that from all infection would be free,  
Must fly the place where the infected be.  
And he that would from love's affection fly,  
Must leave his Mi●●●s walks and not come nigh.  
" Sore eyes are got by looking on sore eyes,  
" And wounds do soon from new healed scars-arise:  
As members touched with sulphurs do renew,  
So will her sight kindle fresh flames in you.  
If then thou meetest her, suffer her go by thee:  
And be afraid to let her come too night thee:  
For her aspect will raise desire in thee,  
And hungry men scarce hold from meat they see,  
If e'er she sent the letters, that lie by,  
Peruse them not, they l captivate thy eye:  
But lap them up and cast them in the fire,  
And wish, as they waste so may thy desire.  
If e'er thou seem it her token, gift, or letter.  
Go not to fetch them back, for it is better  
That she detain a little paltry pelf,  
Than thou shouldst seek for them and lose thyself.  
For why? her sight will so enchant thy heart  
That thou will lose thy labour, I my Art.  
But if by chance there fortune such a case  
Thou needs must come where she shall be in place,  
Then call to mind all parts of this discourse,  
For sure thou shalt have need of all thy force:  
Against thou goest, cutle not thy head and hair,  
Nor care whether thy band be foul or fair,  
Nor be not in so neat and spruce array  
As if thou meanest to make it holy day;  
Neglect thyself for once, that she may see  
Her love hath now no power to work on thee.  
And if thy rival be in presence too,  
●eem not to mark but do as others do;  
Salute him friendly, give him gentle words,  
Return all courtesies that he affords:  
Drink to him, carve him, give him compliment,  
This shall thy Mistress more than thee torment:  
For she will think by this thy careless show  
Thou carest not now whether she love or no.  
But if thou canst persuade thyself indeed  
She hath no Lover, but of thee hath need;  
That no man loves her but thyself alone,  
And that she shall be lost when thou art gone;  
Thus sooth thyself, and thou shalt seem to be  
As far more happy taking then is she.  
But if thou thinkest she's loved, and loves again,  
●iell fire will seem more easy than thy pain  
But chiefly when in presence thou shalt spy  
The man she most affecteth standing by,  
And see him grasp her by the tender hand,  
And wispering close, or almost kissing stand;  
When thou shalt doubt whether they laugh at thee,  
Or whether on some meeting they agree;  
If now thou canst hold out thou art a man,  
And canst perform more than thy teacher can:  
If then thy heart can be at ease and free,  
I will give o'er to teach, and learn of thee.  
But this way I would take among them a●l,  
I would pick out some Lass to talk withal.  
Whose quick inventions, and whose nimble wit  
Should busy mine, and keep me from my fit:  
My eye with all my art should be a wooing.  
No matter what I said so I were doing;  
For all that while my love should think at least  
That I, as well as she, one love did feast.  
And though my heart were thinking of her face,  
Or her unkindness, and my own disgrace,  
Of all my present pains by her neglect,  
Yet would I laugh, and seem without respect,  
Perchance, in envy thou shouldst sport with any,  
Her beck will single thee from forth of many:  
But, if thou canst, of all that present are,  
Her conference alone, thou shouldst forbear;  
For if her looks so much thy mind do trouble,  
Her honeyed speeches will distract thee double.  
If she begin once to confer with thee,  
Then do as I would do, be ruled by me:  
When she gins to talk imagine straight  
That now to catch thee up she lies in wait;  
Then call to mind some business or affair,  
Whose doubtful issue takes up all thy care;  
That while such talk thy troubled fancies stirs,  
Thy mind may work,, and give no heed to hers,  
Alas, I know men's hearts and that full soon,  
By women's gentle words we are undone,  
If women sigh or weep our souls are grieved,  
Or if they sweat they love they are believed,  
But trust not thou to oaths if she should swear,  
Nor hearty sighs, believe they dwell not there.  
If she should grieve in earnest, or in jest,  
Or force her arguments with sad protest,  
As if true sorrow in her eye lid sat  
Nay, if she come to weeping, trust not that,  
For know that women can both weep and smile  
With much more danger than the Crocodile.  
Think all she doth is but to breed thy pain,  
And get the power to tyrannize again.  
And she will beat thy heart with trouble more  
Than rocks are beat with waves upon the shore.  
Do not complain to her then of thy wrong,  
But lock thy thoughts within thy silent tongue,  
Tell her not why thou leav'st her, nor declare  
(Although she ask the) what thy torments are.  
Wring not her fingers, gaze not on her eye,  
From hence a thousand snares and arrows fly.  
No▪ let her not perceive by sighs or signs.  
How at her deeds thy inward soul repines.  
Seem careless of her speech, and do not hark,  
Answer by chance as though thou didst not mark,  
And if she bid the home, strait promise not,  
Or break thy word as if thou hadst forgot.  
Seem not to care whether thou come or no,  
And if she be not earnest, do not go.  
Feign thou hast business and defer the meeting.  
As one that greatly cared not for her greeting.  
And as she talks cast thou thine eyes elsewhere,  
And look among the Lasses that are there.  
Compare their several beauties to her face,  
Some one or other will her form disgrace;  
On both their faces carry still thy view,  
Balance them equally in judgement true:  
And when thou find st the other doth excel  
(Yet though thou canst not love it half so well)  
Blush that thy passions make thee dote on her  
More than on those thy judgement doth prefer;  
When thou hast let her speak all that she would  
Seem as thou hast not one word understood:  
And when to part with thee thou seest her bent,  
Give her some ordinary compliment,  
Such as may seem of courtesy, not love,  
And so to other company remove.  
This carelessness in which thou seemest to be,  
(Howe'er in here will work this change in thee,  
That thou shalt think for using her so slight  
She cannot choose but turn her love to spite:  
And if thou art persuaded once she hates,  
Thou wilt beware and not come near her baits▪  
But though I wish thee constantly believe  
She hates thy sight thy passions to deceive;  
Yet be not thou so base to hate her too,  
That which seems ill in her▪ do ●●●u not do;  
'Twill indiseretion seem, and want of wit,  
Where thou didst love, to hate in stead of it;  
And thou mayst shame ever to be so mated.  
And joined in love with one that should be hated?  
Such kind of love is fit for Clowns and Hinds,  
And not for debonair and gentle minds;  
For there can be in man no madness more  
Than hate those lips he wished to kiss before?  
Or loath to see those eyes, or hear that voice  
Whose very sound hath made his heart rejoice?  
Such acts as these much indiscretion shows,  
When men from kissing turn to wish for blows,  
And this their own example, shows so naught,  
That when they would direct they must be taught:  
But thou wilt say, for all the love I bear her,  
And all the service, I am n●ere the nearer;  
And which thee most of all doth vex like hell,  
She loves a man ne●re loved her half so well:  
Him she adores, but I must not come at her.  
Have I not then good reason for to hate her;  
I answer no, for make the case thine own,  
And in thy glass her actions shall be shown:  
When thou thyself in love wert so far gone,  
Say, couldst thou love any but her alone;  
I know thou couldst not, though with tears and cries  
These had made deaf thine ears and dim thine eyes  
Wouldst thou for this that they hate thee again,  
If so thou wouldst then hate thy love again:  
Your faults are both alike, thou lovest her,  
And she in love thy rival doth prefer:  
If then her love to him thy hate procure,  
Thou shouldst for loving her like hate endure:  
Then do not hate, for all the lines I writ  
Are not addressed to turn thy love to spite,  
But writ to draw thy doting mind from love,  
That in the golden mean thy thoughts may move;  
In which, when once thou findest thy  at quiet,  
Learn to preserve thyself with this good diet,  

The Cònclusion.  
SLeep not too much, nor longer th●n asleep  
Within thy bed thy lazy body keep;  
For when thou warms awake shalt feel it soft  
Fond cogitations will assail thee oft:  
Then start up early, study work, or writ  
Let labour (others toil) be thy delight▪  
Eat not to much for if thou much do eat  
Let is not be dainty or stirring meat:  
Abstain from wine although thou think it good,  
It sets thy meat on fire, and stirs thy blood;  
Use thyself much to bathe thy wanton limbs,  
In coolest streams, which o'er the gravel swims:  
Be still in gravest company, and fly  
The wanton rabble of the younger fry,  
Whose lustful tricks will lead thee to delight,  
To think on love, where thou shalt perish quite;  
Come not as all where many women are,  
But like a Bird that lately scaped the snare,  
Avoid their garuish beauty, fly with speed,  
And learn by her that lately made thee bleed;  
Be not to much alone, but if alone  
Get thee some modest book to look upon;  
But do not read the lines of wanton men,  
Poetry sets thy mind on fire again:  
Abstain from Songs and Verses, and take heed  
That not a line of love thou ever read.    

THE LOVES OF HERO AND LEANDER A mock POEM: WITH Marginal Notes, and other choice Pieces OF DROLLERY Got by heart, and often repeated by divers witty Gentlemen and Ladies, that use to walk in the New Exchange, and at their recreations in Hide Park.   Nectar Ingenium. 
LONDON Printed Anno Dom. 1667.   

The famous Greek and Asian story, Of honoured Male and Female glory. Know all, I value this rich Gem, With any piece of C. J. M. Nay more than so, I'll go no less, Then any script of Friends, J. S,  
Of young Leander, and of Hero, I now begin; Dum spiro, spero.  

LEANDER being fresh and gay.  
As is the leek, or green popey;  
Upon a morn both clear and bright,  
When Phoebus risen and had bedight  
Himself with all his Golden rays;  
And pretty birds did perch on sprays:  
When Marigolds did spread their leaves,  
And men begin to button sleeves:  
Then young Leander all forlorn,  
As from the Oak drops the acorn;  
So from his weary bed be slipped,  
Or like a Schoolboy newly whipped;  
But with a look as blithe to see,  
As Cherrp ripe on top of tree:  
So, forth he goes and makes no stand,  
With Crab tree Cudgel in his hand.  
He had not gone a mile or two,  
But gravel got into his shoe:  
He set him down upon a bank.  
To dtp his foot, and rest his shank,  
And so with finger put in shoe,  
He pulled out dirt and gravel too.  
This was about the waist of day:  
The middle, as the vulgar say.  
Fair Here, walking with her Maid.  
To do the thing cannot be stayed,  
Spied young Leander lying so,  
With pretty finger picking toe.  
She thought it strange to see a man  
In privy walk, and then anon,  
She stepped behind a Pop'ting tree,  
And listened for some Novelty:  
Leander having cleared his throat,  
Began to sing this pleasant note.   

Oh. would I had my Love in Bed,  
Though she ne'er ne'er so fall;  
I'd fright her with my Adder's head,  
Until I made her swell,  
Oh Hero, Hero, pity me,  
With a Dildo, Dildo, Dildo dee,   

Fair Hero began to smile at this,  
Leander raised 'gainst tree to piss,  
He plucks me strait his Drabler out,  
And with his arms clasped tree about:  
O thus, quoth he, O thus— I could,  
Bobbing Rogero 'gainst the wood.   

His blind worm Here fair did see,  
His Curtal head did lean 'gainst tree:  
Which fight did make her sigh and sob,  
To see how he 'gainst tree did bob:  
She never loved him till that hour,  
And him she will invite to Tower.   

She sat her down to ease her joints;  
The Springal he unties his points.  
Fair Hero noted him a while,  
And prettily began to smile,  
To see a comely youth and tall,  
Can not hold that which needs must fall.   

Now Hero fair had spi d a vapour,  
And sends her maid with piece of paper;  
But he before the Maid did come,  
Had saved that labour with his thumb  
The Maid with blush turned back again  
Seeing her labour was in vain.   

Leander having done his task,  
And made an end o'er hedge nine Lask,  
He turned about, and made no bones,  
But with sticked, rack for Cherry stones  
So as he stooped, he spied coming,  
A gentle Nymph, whose pace was running.   

He could not tell what to suppose,  
But put up shirt into his Hose:  
Leander strait did follow Maid,  
Until he came where Hero laid.   

Her cheek on hand, her arm on stump,  
Her leg on grass, on molehill rump;  
He with a gentle modest gate,  
Plucking his Cap from off his Pate,  
He thus bespoke her, Lovely Peat,  
Behold, with running how I sweat?  
Oh, would I were that harmless stump.  
Whereon thou lean'st; with that a thump,  
Break from the entrails of his hose,  
Hero was fearful, dreading foes,  
Seeing a Cannon 'gainst her bent,  
That seemed to levelly at her tent:  
Leander having felt the escape,  
And spied the Maid to laugh and gape:  
And then began to smell a Rat,  
And stole his hand down under's hat.  
Hero did note his Roger good,  
And how courageously it stood:  
At length she asked him his name,  
And wherefore that he thither came.  
Quoth he, my dwelling is Abydos,  
This is my walk Wednesdays and Fridays,  
I love to see the Squirrels play,  
With bow and bolt I them do fray.  
My name is young Leander called,  
My Father's rich, and yet he's bald:  
Enough, quoth Hero, say no more,  
Mum bug, quoth he, 'twas known of yore.  
Now Heroes love began to curdle,  
She wished his head under her girdle.  
If so she had, I make no doubt,  
But it would dash its own brain out;  
And yet the Stolen be near the worse.  
I may compare the head to purse,  
Whose mouth is fastened to a string,  
And if the knot she chance to wring,  
The money white will issue out:  
He shoots most wide that hits the clout.  
Now Heroes love could not be hid,  
Come hither love, 'tis I that bid.  
Fear not, my love, to taste my lip,  
Imagine me to be thy ship:  
Guide thou the Rudder with thy hand,  
And in my Poop fear not to stand:  
Stand to thy tackle on the batches.  
My Gunner room is free from marches:  
Pull up my Sail to thy main yard,  
My Compass use thou, and my Card:  
Lay thou my anchor where thou please,  
In broad, or in the narrow Seas;  
And though the foaming Ocean fre●,  
Thy anchor's safe, though it be wet.  
Quoth she, close by fair Sestos stream,  
(With that within her throat risen phlegm)  
Near to that place there stands a Cloister.  
(Poor soul she coughs and voids an Oyster)  
Leander stole his foot upon it,  
And treads it out with veiled Bonnet,  
She thanks Leander for his pains,  
And for another softly strains;  
Her choler laid, she said, mark well,  
And understand what I thee tell;  
Come then my love, in twile of night;  
The time when Owl and Bats take flight;  
In lower window, I will place.  
A taper bright as eyes in face;  
Which light shall be thy load star bright,  
Through waves to guide thee in the night;  
And with a word, like Ivy wound  
About his neck, arms clasped round;  
Venus did near more dote on Don,  
Whose heat in love was cold as stone,  
Then Hero did on springal young,  
So down they fell together clung,  
Upon a primrose hill most sweet,  
Their lips being joined, their tongues did greet,  
So high did grow the fragrant flowers,  
Made fresh by youthful Ayril showers.  
But when she saw them lie so close.  
She put the flowers under her nose;  
And so approaching to the place.  
Where they lay panting face to face;  
So high did grow the herbs so sweet,  
That covered them from head to feet;  
Her maid then got into a tree,  
Where plain she might these lovers see.   

Leander found the watery brook,  
Where was never fish caught with hook,  
Yet bobbing there had been good store,   

With great red worms, some three or four.  
Oh, who hath seen a strucken Deer.  
Or from his eyes in water clear,  
A dabbled duck with dirt bemired  
So Hero lay with pleasure tir d.   

On Medlar branch the Maid doth sit,  
One Medlar with a many met;  
Though she was there, there was to see  
Nothing but Medlars on the tree.  
we'll leave the Maid upon a crotch,  
Holding by hands. sitting on notch;  
But the sweet sight did so entice,  
That bough was met with her device,   

And now Leander gets him up,  
And closed the acorn and the cup.  
His Cuckoo pintle he did thrust.  
Into his Oxlip button, straight as line;  
Made way into her Columbine.  
His hooded hawk he then did bring her,  
Which she received with Lady's finger:  
His sprig of time, her branch of Rue.  
His Primrose, and her Violet blue,  
Leander lusty springal youth  
Did now retire, 'twas so intruth:  
Who, like some youthful prodigal,  
Must needs retire, having spent all.  
He now returned to his friends,  
Who him received with fingers ends.   

The maid was greedy, though but silly.  
She thought too much went by her belly;  
Oh, she was wrapped with that sweet sight.  
That she did long to enter fight.  
Ay chance a Weaver passing by,  
Looking aside, she did him spy.  
Then as Adonis' horse did far,  
When he beheld the Freeze land Mare,  
Breaking his reins tied to a tree,  
And even as like as like may be,  
Setting the runt of horse aside;  
Her rubbish did excel in Pride.  
She looking earnest at the Weaver,  
The medler-branch sooth did deceive her.  
Quoth she, alas! ah me, ah me!  
What, was I born to fall from tree?  
Her  her head did canopy,  
She was all bare from head to knee,  
The men accursed, whose trade was scurvy,  
Had thought the world had been turned ●opsi-turvy.  
Now he tread as if on eggs,  
He saw a Medlar 'twixt her legs:  
I know not how they there did fettle,  
But in the weaver got his Shettle:  
Where we will leave Tom-trumpery.  
To talk of other company.   

Leander having fetched his fees.  
And Hero having covered knees.  
Quoth she, I know thou art no dodger,  
Sweet, have a care of trusty Roger,  
My Dear, quoth she my Lover true,  
Remember what you from me drew:  
Remember you being full of quiblits,  
Removed your Hates head from my giblits.   

With that a far off she 'gan spy.  
A fellow running with one eye.  
He wore, because his head was bald,  
And old hats crown which hide the scald.  
His nose was crooked, long, and thin.  
As sharp and long appeared his chin,  
His eyebrows hung upon his cheeks.  
His head did grow like bed of leeks.  
His back did overlook his head,  
One of his arms is door nail dead:  
His fingers wore for Liveries,  
Naties long as Cupid's Quiver is:  
Upon his back he wore coat blue.  
His face would make a dog to spew:  
His legs did go four ways at once,  
He was all skin, save some few bones.  
Then Hero said, The weary hour  
Is come for me to go to Tower.  
Then farewell Love Leander said,  
And strait she whistled for her Maid:  
By this john Hedghogg drew him nigh,  
For that his name was, not to lie.  
His one eye in her face did peer,  
Quoth he, who'd thought t'have found you here?  
Come, to your father you must go,  
Leander trod upon his toe.  
And said with biting of his thumb,  
That you saw me, no words but mum:  
So put his hands to pocket twice,  
And gave him two Cans, or the price:  
Leander could no longer keep her,  
Away she goes with this hedge creeper.  
He now devised what course to take,  
Fearing that dough would be his Cake.  
If it were known: So home he goes,  
Passing the time in eating slows.  
His mind doth run on Hero's lap,  
At father's door he now doth rap:  
Which Porter hearing turns the lock,  
With brazil staff, and comely Frock:  
Where we will leave him for a while,  
And unto Here turn our stile.   

Fair Hero having past the Spont,  
She now was come unto the Cont—  
Tinent of Sestos, where she dwelled:  
Her heart in passion began to melt.  
Unto the Tower close she rock,  
And with her finger did unhook  
The casement, looking forth on stream,  
The Starlight began on Flood too gleam:  
For now brave Titan hanisht was,  
Now long leg' Spiders creep on grass;  
When Nighti gales do sit and sing,  
With prick 'gainst breast, and Fairies ring:  
Two hours filled hath been the gum:  
Men now begin to go to Rutilio:  
When man in Rug doth cry in night;  
Look well to locks and firelight,  
The time when Thomas with his team,  
Doth lug out dung, and men begin dream?  
When City gates are shut, not open.  
And Dutch men cry what all A-tlopen,  
About this time fair Hero stood.  
Watching Leander in the flood.  
She calls for smock, and puts off fowl,  
Washing her parts with soap in bowl.  
Her foot she washed, O pretty foot.  
(But yet I am not come unto't:)  
Of knee she washed the comely pan,  
And now I come unto't anon;  
Her thighs she washed with veins so blue,  
Her Pode likewise of sable hue;  
Below the bottom of her belly.  
Did grow a toy of shape most selly;  
Though enough to make a child a feared.  
Two Coral lips with a black beard.  
And as that beast that's kept for breed,  
Let's fly her water as she has need,  
Which done, her Funnel sh' turns out and in,  
Which was so like, as't the same had been;  
Here will we leave her naked as nail;  
And to Leander turn our tale.   

Forth from his Father's house he went,  
Much like a Bird bolt being sent,  
From Brazil Bow and trusly string,  
With feathers of the grey goose wing.  
He took him to a trusty rock,  
And stripped him to the ebon nock,  
And being naked looked like Mar:  
With Purple scab upon his A  
The seam betwixt his Cod that went,  
Seemed like to Cupid's bow unbent,  
The Cod his quiver, where his arrows  
Did hang much like a nest of Sparrows.  
But some may think this is a fable,  
He was fringed with hair from Nock to na●●●●●   

Fego, saith he, so forth he goes, 
〈…〉 word ●f ●our●●●, as 〈◊〉 cr●e St ●●orge.   
The gravel got between his toes.  
Now feared he Neptune as a God.  
Still running with his hand on Cod.  
O who hath seen a wanton Roe.  
jump o'er the Fearn, indeed even so  
The lively Skip-lack mounts and falls,  
And still on Hato, Hero, calls.  
Even with that word with speedy motion.  
He leaps into the foaming Ocean:  
Th' enamoured Fishes 'bout him flock,  
Some play in armholes, some in nock;  
Endymion's love then shone outright;  
He spied in Hero's Tower a light;  
And in the window looking out,  
A lovely face, that seemed to pout;  
By this fair Hero might discern,  
Leander's head, but not his Stern,  
That frisked underneath the waves;  
And this is all fair Hero craves.  
To see himself within her bed.  
Whom billows beat now on the head.  
Leander now turns on his back.  
He yerks out legs and lets arms slack:  

† Her you must note nothing can be hid from true love,  But then above the water floated,  
The true loves-lump which Hero noted.  
Fair Hero had a goodly sight,  
That could discern so far by night.  
He was much troubled with a Shad,  
That did pursue this lovely Lad.  
The envious fish did so torment him,  

Here the Auth or pitieth Leander & describeth the fish.  As haded been I, I should have sheet him;  
And said, thou art a scabby fish,  
To nibble at fair Heroes dish.  
Hero did note how he was troubled:  
The water 'bout Leander bubbled:  
She looks still forth, kneeling on Mats;  
joventus meets a shoal of sprats  
They him besiege on every side,  
Betwixt his arms and legs they glide.  
Neptune, the dreadful God of Seas.  
On women did never stick March-Fleas.  
Taking in hand his good Eel Spade,  
Towards Leander strait he made.  
The Shad and Shoal of Sprats did fly.  
At sight of Neptune's angry eye.  
The God then turned him up-side down,  
And viewed his parts from head to crown:  
He dallied with his elfin locks,  
And bears him up from shelf and rocks.  
His cheeks, his lips, his chin he kissed,  
No part of Younker Naptune mist.  
Now Hero of his love made doubt,  
And wished him there in yellow clour.  
His thigh so white he still would feel,  
Then he would kick with horn and heel,  
Quoth Neptune then, O bursome Boy.  
Nay of my courting seem not coy.  
Dost hear, live here my lovely Lad,  
I'll give thee Cod, eat Dace and Shad;  
I am as great a God as Mammon,  
Thou shalt have Ling, Poor john and Sammon,  
And if thou sayest thou wilt not blab,  
Thou shalt have lobstir Prawn and Crab. 
Being jecherous meat.   
I tell thee I am no Curmudgeon,  
Thou shalt have Rotcher, Whiteing, Gudgeon.  
The fish that is by Weavers eaten,  
That must be first with beetle beaten.  
Of Knights heard never are more Dubbins,  
Thou shalt have green fish and their Gubbins; 
Stock fish.   
I'll bring thee where thou shalt so Ligones;  
The lusty Oyster, shrimp, and Grig  
Quoth he, thou swimmest without force,  
And calls a Dolphin; mount this horse,  
And when thy mind is somewhat laid,  
Thou shalt arrive 'gainst Tower of Maid,  
For well I know thou'rt thither going,  
For all thy grinning, mocks, and mowing:  
I am, quoth he, if thou be'st wroth,  
Keep in thy breath to cool thy broth;  
And so away from him be flies.  
And water flood in Neptune's eyes.  

Unkindness will force tears sometime.  But he again, quarrel to pick,  
Said, 'bide with me; quoth he ne nick.  
With that the God, with ireful hand,  
Cast young Leander on the sand:  
Where we will leave him, to say sooth,  

He had thes ●●●th a●●●●.  Sucking his tongue with hollow tooth:  
The watch of Softos' Tower came down;  
With Bill in hand, Mutrion on Crown.  
Rug gown on back, Lantern in hand,  
By two and two this rusty band,  
Did take their way unto the Plate,  
Whereas Leander naked fat.  
These Sons of night did straight him spy.  
Who's there, quoth one? quoth he. 'tis I,  
'Tis I, quoth he, is that an answer?  
It is, quoth he, went thou my Grand sire:  
The wisest of them then did scan,  
And said sure Neighbours 'tis mersman  
Nay said another, that's not so;  
For this hath nails you see on Toe:  
And mere man hath no feet but fins,  
And this hath legs you see and shins,  
Quoth one to sea I shall him hunt,  
Speak if I shall, with that the Cunt—  
— Stable thus spoke, what words spoke he,  
I think, says one, some two or three,;  
Go then in peace and strike him down,  
Then forth steps one with bill so brown.  
A sowre-eyed Knave leapt up in rug,  
For manners like your Western Pug.  
His name forsooth was cleiped Wharton,  
He was e'en borne at good Hogs-Norton;  
This Dormouse without wit or skill,  
Run at Leander with his bill.  
Leander lying on his face,  
Not his back, Dunce running his race:  
His hinder parts bore somewhat high,  
Now was he come Leander nigh:  
He lifts up bill to cleave a rock,  
Bill fell from hands, Nose struck in nock.  
Leander with a start did rise,  
And breaks his nose fast by his eyes.  

This I commend to thee for a searching mile.  Oh who hath seen an archer good,  
Poaking for arrow-head with wood;  
So fared this Clot-pole nose to find  
And grubbed till his eyes were blind;  
But all in vain, the more he strove,  
The further in his nose he drove,  
For th' nose indeed it stuck so fast,  
He was forced to leave it, and aghast,  
Runs unto Harper plain to be  
There, Watchmen hired with pence three,  
Who lifting up their gogling eyes,  
They hear a voice, and thus it cries,  
My nose, my nose: my nose and eyes.  
And still towered them he hasted,  
Without his nose his face all blasted.  
Away they ran for fear of foes,  
Kib'd heels to save they ran on toes.  
For haste we leave them running still,  
And to Leander turn our quill,   

Hero was all this while in dumps,  
Now 'gins he to bestir his stumps.  
Wrath for to say he now did smart,  
He could not pull out nose by art.  
well to be short for fear of Watch,  
He runs to Tower and pulls the latch.  
Divinest Hero was in bed,  
The door being , he in doth tread:  
Yet for no ear should hear him travel;  
From feet he wipes the stony gravel:  
So goes me on nearer and nearer,  
And with one eye did underpeer her.  
Night being warm the  were off,  
Sooth 'twas enough to catch a cough:  
Leander thought it was no matter,  
Though teeth within his head did chatter.  
One hand he put upon her toe;  
The other on her buggle boe,  
Quoth he thus softly. Hero Hero;  
Away quoth she, and come no near oh,  
Yet thus she said when she was waked.  
Fie upon pride when men go naked:  
A glimmering taper stood by bed;  
Which in and our did put his head:  
And by that light she did him know,  
Standing like image of Rye-dough.  
The well-hung vouth than spoke this word,  
Quoth be I must lay knife a board,  
I've swum, quoth he, through thick and thin,  
Brine waves hath beat both neck and chin.   

Leander in her Haven casts Anchor.  

He rides secure in Heroes road,  
Now he gins to lay on load  
I'm come through watch and their brown bats.  
Now Hero feels his twittle cum twats.  
Alas poor soul she did not strive;  
Leander at her rump let drive.  
He now forgot, as I suppose,  
That in his hobbler there was nose.  
I'm come, said he, from side of shore,  
Where lousy beggars sat of yore.  
And now the beggar makes me sing  
The love of the Cawphetuan King:    

Leander's tale,  

On this green bank he first did spy,  
One sunny day, the beggar lie,  
Displaying to fair Thoebus' fire,  
The Marigold of Love's desire.  
To Marigold I it compare,  
'Cause 'twas the colour of her haite,  
Which still to Titan was displayed,  
In window King stands rich arrayed,  
And spies by chance the beggar lie,  
Back to the ground, face to the Sky.  
Then like the Snake She cast her Skin,  
Whose ameled body tumbled in  
Her mother's lap in apron green,  
And covered that, it was not seen:  
Her hair in goodly elflocks hung,  
All down her shoulders, and among  
The roots of it, the Dandruff white,  
Like hoared frosts shining by night.  
When Phoebe and her silver train,  
The Yard, Orien. and Charles Wain.  
Look down upon the Spires of grass;  
So Sprinkled was the head of Lass.  
She wreathed her body on one side,  
Her legs a molehill did divide,  
Cawphetua's mouth did water shed,  
Fancies and toys were in his head.  

It might have been any man's case.  Under her arm did Cupid lie.  
And shot Cawphetua in the eye.  
Who closely stood in window peeping  
Whilst beggar poor on bank lay sleeping,  
He took his love ere she did rise,  
And sung this note with tears in eyes.   

Oh King, what art thou but a bubble  
That swims in stream so swift;  
Thy joy soon turns to grief and trouble,  
Much like a boat at drift;  
That severed is from poop of Ship,  
That wanders in the Ocean;  
The beggar turned upon her hip,  
Then lay still without motion.   

He takes me his prospective glass▪   

My passion shall appear in print,  
Make ready press good Hedger,  
Say that Cawphetua saw a din●;  
And fill in love with beggar.   

Ah me poor King! I'm now a captive made  
To one that hath no living, land, or trade.  
What shall I say in this? what shall I do?  
Shall I love her to foot hath near a shoe?  
I am a King, my state in State is mighty,  
Shall I love her who hath sold Aquavitae?  
My rich blood boyles by this so sweet espial.  
Even like a Boar, so chafes my Collop Royal,  
He calls for page, and him for water sends;  
This way and that; he the proud Griselda bends;  
The reason why his bobber stood so stiff,  
Uncovered lay the silly beggar's cliff.   

As he was standing his full view to take.  
He spied her stretch, and stretching 'gan to wake:  
Being big with Thomas, she held up one leg,  
And like the Ant, on mole hill laid her egg.  
Then did she rise with such a rude behaviour,  
That Royal nose took winding of that savour;  
Which made him say, behold I come to win thee,  
Now I perceive that thou hast some thing in thee,  
Down, down he goes the beggar to behold,  
And as he went he calls for purse of Gold.    

The end of this passion.  

The beggar now is come to gate of King,  
To beg for bread and meat, or bread and ling.  
Which when the King beheld within his Portal,  
Come, grass and hay, quoth he, we are all mortal▪  
She with a crutch did cry, God save his grace,  
The honest King bade all forsake the place.  
Which when the Lords and all the rest were gone,  
Quoth he speak beggar and speak words but one.   

Wilt thou forsake thy beggar's life,  
And leave off wearing patche●?  
Thou shalt no more wear string in knife,  
He throws the beggar catches:  
Deer take this purse; nay be not coy;  
The simple mute doth stand,  
Quoth she, my Liege, Per dona moy,  
So fell on knee and hand.  
Thou shalt, quoth he, I do not mock.  
If thou wilt take my offer,  
Have stocking, , and Holland smock,  
Eke gold to put in coffer,  
Thy rooms they shall be hung with arras,  
Head stuck with silver pins:  
Thou shalt no more sell Rosa-solis,  
Nor buy the Coney-skins.  
But first resolve me truly this,  
Hath any tag or rag  
Put Probe into thy Orifice,  
Or watered thy black Nag?  
No, doughty Lieve, I'll tell you true,  
Though poor, I have been chaste;  
No man did ever here imbure.  
Pointing beneath her waste,  
With that he rook her by the hand,  
Which was by Thoebus' parched;  
Quoth he arise, arise and stand:  
To lodge of King they marched,  
Which when they came in room called private,  
None but themselves alone.  
A lousy beggar he lets drive at,  
'Twas dark, her name was joan.  
Dear Liege, quoth she; away, quoth he;  
So lays her down on back;  

Tack by reason it would hold tack.  And with his finger he doth not linger.  
But pulls me out his tack.  
His Tassel gentle he did put  
Into her homely Mwe,  
His Rounsifal into her Cob-nut,  
In bladder were Beans blue.  
He laid her head against a stoop,  
She knew well his pretence:  
He taught the beggar her lyripoor,  
And paid her odd five pence.  
He used art with both his thumbs,  
Quoth she, dread Lord, no more;  
His Curtal tickled her tooth-gums,  
Yet open stood the door:  
With finger wet came in a Lord,  
Who heard a noise in house;  
Sayet beggar now, dread Lord, no word,  
But peace and catch a mouse.  
The noble spied them very soon,  
And fell low on his knee,  
He saw the King in his hony-moon,  
And all to be shitten was he,  
Quoth baron bold, Cawphetua then,  
Your Grace may have down paller;  
Now he regards not Nobleman,  

Her Wall● was hid under her,  But too't he goes ding-wallet.  
Her Hockly-hole Kings should abhor,  
Being man was in that place;  
He puts in Glasting-uri-core  
Before the young man's face:  
Well, Noble man at last began call,  
Quoth King to Lord, go down,  
And bring me here a Camphite ball,  
I'll wash from head to crown.  
And as you go give order straight,  
Unto the Cook for supper;  
(Thine ear, 'tis matter of much weight)  
Bring brimstone and sweet butter.  
Go get thee gone, and bring with speed  
Those things I have appointed;  
Of Robes bring store, truth is indeed,  
I'll have my King anointed.   

Quoth Hero, What became of Yors,  
Says he, Omnia vincit amer.  
He was o'ercome and glad to fly,  
To place where muffled he doth lie.   

Leander now made end of tale,  
Without shirt lining, or shirt male:  
Indeed his tale was well compact,  
For every word he made an act.  
Her legs Were tied in true love's knot,  
On top of back, full well I wots:  
Poor soul she lay like cheek of Ox  
Stewed in a pot, or reeking Socks.  
The lark now sings with cheerful note,  
And morn was come as grey as groat:  
O day, quoth she, to love most cruel?  
Hero had mess of water gruel,  
Which stood by bed before provided,  
And hand of Here straight it guided  
To mouth of Puny to make strong,  
The knot of love's white-leather thong?  
Then up he flings, and with a start,  
Quoth naked man, I must departed:  
First 'twixt her Pillars, truth to say,  
Leander wrote, Neultra.  
No sooner he from bed did jump,  
Out flew the nose with such a thump,  
That Hero's Father in next room,  
Did leave his bed and in did come.  
Leander hears the man of age,  
Who called for sword unto his page;  
He se●ing him come with much amazement;  
He runs, ann creeps out at the casement:  
His Calla-when-pin-Cough indeed,  
Was much endangered by his speed,  
For hook of window got it fast,  
And held him there till all aghast,  
Fair Hero risen and went unto him,  
And with her finger did undo him.  
He down does fall without a word:  
At window struck old man with sword,  
Who seeing on floor there lie a nose,  
Quoth he I ve paid him I suppose:  
This was the time when Friars grey,  
Did ring to Matrins break of day:  
When Poets good do wake to plot,  
And drunkard leaves his cloak for shot;  
When Carriers put on shoes and hose,  
And Maids do empty stools called close;  
That was the time when Leander fell.  
From forth of window, truth to tell.  
He had forsaken his divine Pillows,  
To fall among the raging billows.  
Blue beard called Neptune, being mad  
For the disgrace he lately had;  
This is the truth I need not blab;  
Turned young Leander to a Crab:  
And made the Proverb, sure 'twas so,  
That love must creep wheted cannot go.  
And because his dwelling was Abydos,  
He was doomed ever to creep sideways.   

Poor Heroes sorrow now redoubles,  

The fourth part of a bushed  He jeft her in a peek of troubles;  
And senseless man came to the Tower,  
One sense he wants having but four.  
Now smell my meaning if you can,  
With him came Roger, Thomas, john;  
And all the rest of Mars his crew,  
Whose eyes were black, some grey, none blue,  
This sheepshead-rable comes and knocks,  
As they would break  all the locks,  
Fair Heroes Father in a rigour,  
Hearing that noise, runs down like Tygor,  
Quoth he, who's there? what, are ye drunk?  
And still the more they stirred, they stunk,  
The Watch, says one, open the Gate,  
The Watch says he, having a shrewd pate.  
He opes the door, and standeth still,  
And spoke these words. What is your will?  
Our will, quoth they, what call you that?  
And spi d the nose pined in his hat,  
Which when they all of them espied,  
This, this is he, strike down they cried,  
Then round about they him environ,  
And up they lift their rusty Iron.  
He broke away, and bade them base,  
And after they did run apace:   

And ran direct, as I suppose,  
For still the man did follow his Nose:  
He followed close with his defect,  
And still his nose was his prospect.  
Oh, had they catcht him, them among,  
And all their bills at him they fling.  
But note the pity of the Gods  
Extended to these Hodmandods,  
And first for him that lost his nose,  
(The truth to you I will disclose;)  
Because his face did seem to scowl,  
The Gossip transformed him to an Owl.  
And for this was i'th' dead of night,  
They doomed him never by daylight  
To show his being; so God Pan  
Made the first Owl of a Watchman:  
And when he thought to cry, my nose;  
To whit, to he●, he shrieked, and up he risen,  
And being compelled by th' angry God,  

A famous Surgeon in his time.  He clapped his wings and flew to Tod,  
Yet the God's fury was not done,  
They were transformed each mother's son,  
Says one, Ye Gods, is it your will?  
And spoke no more, his mouth turned bill:  
And cause the Owl he should not mock,  
The Gods made him the first Woodcock:  
He wears the form of a Watchman still,  
And will for aye, witness his bill.  
One Watchman he did stay behind,  
And he was turned to buzzard blind:  
The last was thinking how to run,  
Saying, a fair thread they have spun:  
Because he said these words in spite,  
He lived and died a bird of night:  
His ill luck sure I must not smother,  
He did watch that night for another.  
And for because his shape was ill,  
He never flies but in the twill—  
In memory of this mischance,  
The Retord you may see in France,  
Upon each door where they must watch  
In chalk they set on door or hatch,  
The very form of a birds foot:  
In England they come necre● to't,  
For the three claws you plainly see,  
That is for every claw a penny.  
But now to old man in a trance,  
We must proceed to his mischance:  
And to his grief, and much misprision,  
We'll tell what happened in his vision:  
There came to him, as't were in sight,  
A lovely Lady but no Knight.  
The Lady seemed for Lover lost,  
To be on bed of nettle tossed;  
Of nettle, worse! for to the quick.  
She often had endured the prick,  
Without complaining, and poor ape,  
To her it seemed but as a jape.  
As Poet-witty well could say,  
A sport, a merriment, a play.  
But she poor Lady almost frantic,  
A● you may see in arras antic;  
With hair dishelv'd rooms about,  
Vowing to find Leander out,  
And get him in where no base patch.  
With painted stuff, no rugged watch;  
No nor her Father with head hoary,  
Should come to interrupt the story,  
That is she meant for her delight,  
Leander in her book should write.  
And blame her not to rave with randing;  
For she had lost her understanding,  
Which standing stiffly to her, might have put,  
Some comfort to have cured her cut.  
But I too far digress, this fearful sight,  
The aged father from his wits did fright.  
Or them from him, I know not whether:  
But sure I am they went not both together.   

A mad old man he was, and Lo he died,  
Fair Hero like the wench that cry d,  
Till she was turned to a stone.  
For her Leander made her moan.  
But when she heard, poor silly drab;  
That he was turned into a crab?  
She than fell down as flat as Flounder,  
Her Floodgates ope●t, and her own water drowned her.    

The EPITAPH.  
They both were drowned, whilst Love and Fate contended;  
And thus they both pure flesh, like pure fish ended.    

THE MOCK ROMANS.  Dwarf. 
FLy from the forest Squires; fly trusty spark:  
I fear like Child, whom Maid hath left in dark.  Squire, 
O coward base, whose fear will never sin,  
Till't shrink thy heart as small as head of pin:  
Lady, with pretty finger in her eye,  
Laments her Lampkin Knight, and shall I fly?  
Is this a time for blade to shift for's self,  
When Giant vile calls Knight a sneaksng elf?  
This day (a day as fair as heart could wish)  
This Giant stood on shore of Sea to fish:  
For angling Rod he took a sturdy Oak,  
For line a Cable, that in storm ne'er broke:  
His hook was such, as heads the end of Pole,  
To pluck down house  fire consumes it whole:  
His hook was baited with a Dragon's tail,  
And then on Rock he stood, to bob for whale:  
Which straight he caught, and nimbly home did pack  
With ten cart load of dinner on his back.  
So homeward bend, his eye too rude and cunning.  
Spies Knight and Lady, by a hedge a sunning,  
That Modicum of meat he down did lay,  
(For it was all he eat on Fasting day.)  
They come in's rage, he spurns up huge tree roots  
Now stick to Lady Knight, and with boots.  Enter Giant, Knight, Damsel Giant, 
BOld recreant wight: what face did hither call thee,  
To tempt his strength that has such power to man thee.  
How durst thy puling Damsel hither wander?  
What was the talk you by yond hedge did mander.  Damsel, 
Patience sweet man of might: alas Heaven knows.  
we only hither came to gather slows.  
And bullies two or three, for truth to tell ye,  
I've longed six weeks, with them to fill my belly.  
I' faith, if you'll believe it, nought else was meant sure  
By this our jaunt, which Etrans call adventure.  Giant, 
Shall I grow meek as babe, when every Trull is  
So bold to steal my slows, and pick my bullies?  Knight, 
Fear not let him storm on and still grow rougher,  
Thou that art bright as candle cleared by snuffer,  
Canst near endure a blemish or eeclips,  
From such a hook-nossed, foul-mouthed blobber lips:  
Ere he shall boast he used thee thus to his people,  
I'll see him first hanged as high as any steeple.  Giant, 
If I but upward heave my Oaken twig,  
I'll teach thee play the Tomboy, her the Rig,  
Within my forest bounds; what doth she all,  
But she may serve as Cook to dress my Whale?  
In this her damsels ●ire, and robe of Sarsener,  
She shall souse boar, fry tripes, and wild hog's harsnet.  Knight, 
Monster vile, thou mighty ill bred Lubber,  
Art thou not moved to tee her whine and blubbery▪  
Shall Damsel fair (as thou must needs confess her)  
With Canvas apron, cook thy meat at Dresser?  
Shall she that is of soft and pliant mettle,  
(Whose fingers silk would gall) now scour a Kettle?  
Though not to scuffle given, now I'll thwart thee,  
Let Blouse thy daughter serve for shillings forty.  
'Tis meeter I think, such ugly Baggages  
Should a Kitchen drug for yearly wages.  
Then gentle she, who hath been bred to stand  
Near chair of Queen, with Island shock in hand,  
At questions and commands all night to play,  
And Amber possits eat at break of day;  
Or score out Husbands in the charcoal ashes▪  
With Country Knights, not roaring Country Swashes.  
Hath been her breeding still, and's more fit far,  
To play on Virginals and the guitar,  
Then stir a Sea-coal fire, or seum a Cauldron,  
When thou'rt too break thy fast on a Bull's cauldron.  Giant, 
Then I perceive I must lift up my Pole,  
And deal your Love rich noddle such a dole,  
That every blow shall make so huge a clatter.  
Men ten leagues off shall ask Ha! what's the matter?  Damsel, 
Kind grumbling youth! I know that thou art able.  
And want of breeding makes the proud to squabble;  
Yet sure thy nature doth compunction mean,  
Though ('las!) thy mother was a sturdy Quean▪  
Let not meek Lovers kindle thy fierce wrath,  
But keep thy blustering breath to cool thy broth.  Knight, 
Whine not my love, hi● fury straight will waste him,  
Stand off a while, and see how I'll lambast him.  Squire▪ 
Now look to't Knight, this such a desperate blade is,  
In Gaul he swinged the valiant Sir Arma●is.  Dwarf●, 
With bow now Cupid shoot this Son of Punic,  
With Cross-bow else or Pellet out of Trunk!  Giant, 
I'll strike thee till thou sink where thy abode is,  
Of weights that sneak below, called Antipodes.  Enter Merlin, 
My art shall turn this combat to delight,  
They shall unto fantastic music fight.   


SOme Christian people all give ear,  
Unto the grief of us.  
Caused by the death of three children dear;  
The which it happened thus.   

And eke there befell an accident.  
By fault of a Carpenter's Son,  
Who to Saw chips his sharp Axe lent,  
Woe worth the time may Lon—   

May London say. woe worth the Capenter,  
And all such Blockhead fools.  
Would he were hang d up like a Serpent here,  
For jesting with edge tools.   

For into the chips there fell a spark,  
Which put out in such flames,  
That it was known into Southwark,  
Which lives beyond the Thames.   

For Lot the bridge was wondrous high  
With water underneath,  
O'er which as many fish fly,  
As birds therein doth breath.   

And yet the fire consumed the bridge▪  
Not far from place of landing.  
And though the building was full big,  
It fell down not with standing.   

And eke into the water fell,  
So many pewter dishes,  
That a man might have taken up very well,  
Both boiled and reafled Fishes,   

And that the Bridge of London Town,  
For building that was sumptuous,  
Was All by fire Half burnt down,  
For being too contumptious,   

And thus you have all, but half my song,  
Pray list to what comes after;  
For now I have cooled you with the Fire,  
I'll warm you with the water.   

I'll tell you what the River's name is,  
where these children did side a,  
It was fair London's swiftest Thameses;  
That keeps both time and Tide a.   

All on the tenth of january,  
To the wonder of much people:  
'twas frozen o'er; that well 'twould bear,  
Almost a Country Steeple.   

Three Children sliding thereabouts,  
Upon a place too thin,  
That so at last it did fall out,  
That they did all fall in.   

A great Lord there was that laid with the King,  
And with the King great wager makes:  
But when he saw he could not win,  
He sight, and would have drawn stakes,   

He said it would bear a man for to slide,  
And laid a hundred pound;  
The King said it would break, and so it did,  
For three Children there were drowned.   

Of which one's head was from his Should—  
Ers stricken, whose name was john,  
Who then cried out as loud as he could▪  
O Lon-a Lon-a-London.   

Oh l tut-tut t●rn from thy sinful race,  
Thus did his speech decay:  
I wonder that in such a case,  
He had no more to say.   

And thus being drowned, a lack, a lack.  
The water run down their throats,  
And stopped their breaths three hours by the clock,  
Before they could get any boats.  
Ye Parents all that Children have,  
And ye that have none yet;  
Preserve your children from the grave,  
And teach them at home to sit.   

For had these at a Sermon been,  
Or else upon dry ground,  
Why then I would have never been seen,  
If that they had been drowned.   

Even as a Huntsman ties his dogs,  
For fear they should go from him,  
So tie your children with severities clogs,  
Unty'um, and you l undo 'em,   

God bless our noble Parliament,  
And rid them from all fears,  
God bless all th' Commons of this Land,  
And God bless some o'th' Peers.    

The PIGG.  

1  
I Sing not reader of the fight  
'Twixt Bailiffs and that doubghty Knight  
Sir Ambrose, sung before:  
Nor of that dismal Counter scuffle.  
Nor yet of that Pantofle,  
They say the Virgin wore.   

2  
No Turkey cock with Pigmy's fray,  
Or whether then did get the day,  
Nor yet T●● C●riots shoes;  
Nor yet the swyne-faced Maiden's head,  
Ith' Netherlands they say was bred,  
Is subject of my Muse.   

3  
But in Rhyme Doggril I shall tell,  
What danger to a Pig befell,  
As I can well rehearse;  
As true as if the Pig could speak  
On Spit, in Prose would either squeak.  
Or grunt it out in verse.   

4  
A boisterous rout of armed Host  
Just as the Pig was ready roast,  
Rushed in at doors, [God bless us!  
The leader of this warlike rout,  
Strong men at arms, and stomach stout,  
I w●on was Captain Bessus.   

A Welsh man once was whipped there,  
Until he did beshit him,  
His Cuds-plutter a-Nail,  
Can not prevail,  
For he whipped the Cambro-brittain▪  
Still doth, etc.   

A Captain of the Trained band,  
Surnamed Cornelius Wallis:  
He whipped him so sore,  
Both behind and before:  
He notched his Ass like Tallis,  
Still doth, etc.   

For a piece of Beef and Turnip,  
Neglected with a Cabbage.  
He took up the Male Pillion,  
Of his bouncing maid Gillian,  
And soweed her like a baggage.  
Still doth, etc.   

A Porter came in rudely,  
And disturbed the humming Concord:  
He took up his Frock,  
And paid his nock,  
And sauced him with his own Cord.  
Still doth he cry, etc.    

GILL upon GILL.  
OR Gills Ass uncased, unstript unbound,  
SIR, did you me this Epistle send,  
Which is so vile and lewdly penned,  
In which no line I can espy  
Of sense, or true Orthography▪  
So slovenly it goes,  
In Verse and Prose.  
For which I must pull down your hose▪  
O good Sir than cried he,  
In private let it be,  
And do not sauce me openly,  
Yes Sir, I'll sauce you openly,  
Before Sound and the Company;  
And that none at thee may take heart,  
Though thou art a Bachelor of Art:  
Though thou hast paid thy Fees  
For thy degrees.  
Yet I will make thy ass to sneer;  
And now I do begin  
To thresh it on thy skin,  
For now my hand is In. is In.  
First for the Theam● which thou me sent.  
Wherein much nonsense thou didst vent;  
And for that barbarous piece of Greek▪  
For which in Garth●us thou didst seek,  
And for thy faults not few,  
In tongue Hebrew:  
For which a Grove of Birth is due;  
Therefore me not beseech:  
To pardon now thy breech:  
For I'll be thy Ass Leach, Ass Leach:  
Next for the offence that thou didst give.  
When as in Trinity thou didst live,  
And hadst thy Ass in Wad●am Coll. malt,  
For bidding sing, 
(a) When he was Clerk of Wadham, and being by his place to begin▪ Psair▪ he ●●ang 〈◊〉 of Church, bidding the people sing to the praise and ●●one of God. Q●●cunque vult.  Q●●cunque vult