THE SCHOOL OF COMPLIMENTS    

PEARLS OF ELOQUENCE, OR, THE SCHOOL OF COMPLIMENTS: WHEREIN Ladies, Gentlewomen, and Scholars, may accommodate their Courtly Practice with Gentile Ceremonies, Complimental, amorous, and high expressions of speaking, or writing of Letters.  
By W. Elder, Gent.  
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London, Printed for T. Lock, and are to be sold by Henry Eversden, at the Greyhound in St. Paul's Churchyard, MDCLVI.   

PEARLS OF ELOQUENCE: OR, THE SCHOOL OF COMPLIMENTS: WHEREIN Ladies, Gentlewomen, and scholars, may accommodate their Courtly practice with Gentile Ceremonies, Complimental, amorous, and high expressions of speaking or writing of Letters.  
BY W. Elder, Gent.  
Eloquentiae symphonia mulcet, & favorem obtinet.  
Praeclara accurate agenda.  
●ondon; Printed for T. L. and are to be sold at any Booksellers shop. MDCLV.   

The Author to the Ladies and Gentlewomen OF England.  
IF Custom did not force a Compliment of Dedication; yet this Book would desire to insinuate into the affection of Ladies, and Gentlewomen; since it can arrive at no greater perfection of happiness than your favour, which is most earnestly desired. And in requital of this your favour, it shall be always ready to furnish you with the best expressions of choice and complemental language; for though by nature and custom ●ou ca● deliver your minds in a smooth and graceful man●er; yet from hence, without study, or premeditation, you may command necessary ceremonies. Let therefore this one instance, in stead of more which might be inserted, persuade ●our intelligible generous dispositions, to receive this Book ●ow exactly perfected, as your devoted Servant, and to ho●our it with your favour, which I shall esteem as an ex●l●ation to the supremest sublunary felicity, and the ●ightes●●errestiall happiness.   

The EPISTLE To the READER.  
Reader,  
HAving penned this small Treatise; called, The School of Compliments; it cannot seemst ange to thee, for to view this small Epistle before such a labyrinth of new matter, wherein at the first sight (without such a Clue of thread to direct thee by) I might very well suppose that thou shouldest not only be amazed but transported, (if not lost with wonder) so unexpect dly in these angry times to meet with such Novellaes from the school or the Ceurt, but recollect thy mind, and then smile upon my charity, which hath endeavoured the more to enlighten thy Genius, and show myself to thee in consideration of our late losses, which these sullen dislaureating t m●s have occasioned, by bereaving us of so many excellent Poets, as namely our Sands, Davener, Quarles, etc. And lest the Garland of the Muses should altogether whither, I could not but present thee again with this sp●●ig, or rather more aptly composed Iliad of choicest Recreations to employ thy wit and behaviour entreating thee with w●shed hands, and without a prejudicated opinion to receive it; so farewell.   

Pearls of ELOQUENCE, OR, The School of Compliments.  
SIR, Your conceptions are so strong that ●hey climb over my thoughts.  
Sir, You honour me so far that I imagine myself to be some other than I am or have been, which can be nothing else but your obliged servant.  
Sir, I do repute myself happy to be valued by a person who is able to give a true of imate of me.  
Sir, your infallible judgement doth amaze vulgar wits, since in you alone are found all those felicities and perfections that can be sought or upon earth▪  
Sir, Your deserts draw admiration from your very enemies.  
Madam, the force of your beauty hath overpowered the weakness of my fancy, since thee exquisite perfections of your virtues are charactered in my heart.  
Sir, If you proceed to be so profuse of your treasure ● Mines of Gold will not maintain your prodigal expenses.  
Good sir, give me leave to fear least some sinister storms of Fortune, stifle the early bloomings of my felicities.  
Sir, The toyish conceits of your youth, are unfit for the testy cogitations of my age.  
Sir, There is a confused Chaos of contrary conceits that whirls in my brains; and I am lost in such an endless Labyrinth, that neither choice, nor chance can draw me out or.  
Give me leave, sir, to gain that from your experience, that otherwise, all the treasures of the earth can not purchase.  
Sir, Should you continue to be thus excessive in your actions, the whole world would take notice of you as the mirror of an immoderate life.  
Be not so inconstant in your affections, lest in the conclusion you prove like the Marigold, to open at the sunshine of prosperity, and to shut at the least appearance of the clouds of adversity.  
Leave me sir, whilst I learn to despise such Gnathoes, and beat of such flattering Curs with the whip of my defiance.  
Theseus, fair one, did never more triumph at his deliverance from the perilous Labyrinth, than I from the pernicious bondage of such cruel beauty.  
Fortune and Fate, place thee in the places of their earthly felicities.  
So rarely accumplisht, that it was hard to know, whether virtue or beauty held supremacy in so rare a structure.  
Sir, Being incensed by your singular commendations, I am persuaded to her only to commit the chiefest treasures of my life and fortunes.  
Pardon my rudeness, fair creature, since neither fate nor fortune delighteth, nor careth for them that are dastards.  
Sir, I will rather put my reputation to the adventure then refuse to act any thing you shall command me.  
Sir, I have ever reflected on you, as an extraordinary person, and have ever passionately remained yours.  
Sir, I am so taken with you, that I am even sick at the relation of your indisposition.  
Sir, I shall not be backward in the expression of your merits, since they do so exact an acknowledgement of all.  
Sir, You shall never be able to accuse this Tenent as erroneous, since I have never falsified myself to you; but have ever thought myself perfectly happy to be reputed yours.  
Be careful, fair one, lest (being led Captive by security) your mind float in the surging Seas of idle conceits, whilst the G●les of voluptuous pleasures, or the stifling storms of unbridled fancy, with raging blasts ma●e a shipwreck of your beauty.  
Sir, I will endeavour hereafter to encounter your graces and courtesies with an unwearied constancy in the ways of virtue.  
Sir, I will endeavour to contervail much pain● 〈◊〉 princely liberty.  
Sir, The Trumpet of your royal fame hath moved us (who are but subjects of your generous liberality) with all humility to entertain such noble and heroic favour cast upon us poor creatures, most un●orty of the least of such benefits.  
Madam, There i● no object can allure my wavering eyes as Your Venus like beauty.  
Madam, The force of your beauty hath overpowred the weakness of my fancy, since the exquisite perfections of your virtues are charactered in my breast.  
Madam, Were you as wise as M●nerva, or as gorgeous as juno; yet the accounts of your beauty being cast up, the gains of his affection might be put in the eye of your lover.  
Coy one, what happiness ensued the chastity of Penelope, nay rather what miseries pursued not the virtues of a Lucretia? How wretched are they then that deal with Venus or Diana, that can so easily transform men into beasts?  
Blame me nol, fair one, though my fixed fancies once abused turn into a fury.  
By those smiles of your beauty, your creature that before was plunged into a perplexity, is now placed in the height of earthly felicities.  
Mistress, Pardon my rudeness for troubling thus rashly your musing meditations.  
Certainly, Madam, if the gods (as Poets say) made beauty, they skipped beyond their skill, since they framed it of greater force than they themselves were able to resist.  
Fair one, let the showers of your mercy mitigate the fires of my fancy.  
Cruel one, if love be only remedied by love, if fancy by mutual affection, give me leave at least to appeal to your grace and favour, and at the bar of your beauty, suffer your servant to lift up his hands in an expectation of mercy, though his life, by your rigour, be sentenced to death.  
Fairest, It is impossible to persuade me to break the league I made with my fancies.  
Sir, I am a mortal foe to affection, and now to vow my service to Venus, is impossible, since I have already addicted myself to Diana.  
Sir, Whosoever readeth the records of the faithless protestations of men, their perjured Promises, and feigned loves, cannot but view a poor Ariadne abused, a Media mocked, and a Dido deceived.  
F●ir one, Your virtue and beauty by a stronger power than that of fate or fortune is deeply inshrine● in my heart.  
Be pleased at last (fait beauty) to accept me for your slave and servant, and to admit me into your favour, and that I may freely enjoy the sight of your sweet face, and feed my fancy in the contemplation of your Perfections.  
Fairest, If my deed desire merit no more from you then I have no other choice but to desperately, or live miserably.  
Madam, There is a civil assault within me, by which I feel a certain restraint of my own liberty and affections.  
It is impossible, fairest of women, for any one to view your features, and not be fettered with the power of your virtuous qualities.  
Mistress, I feel such an alienation of my senses, such a metamorphosis of my mind, that it is impossible for me to become any other than a servile slave to fancy.  
How can I fear to enter into a parley with Cupid? fairest Creature, since there is such hopes left of victory by the happy presage of your auspicious smiles at the beginning of our love's conflict.  
Si, If I may continue to share in your favours there shall not any under the Canopy of Heaven be more proud of their fortunes than myself, who really am your affectionate servant.  
Sir, It is for the good of the world that you enjoy your igorous health, since you are ordained for the service of Kings, and conduct of people.  
Sir, I will reserve to speak of virtue; till your great works come to light.  
Sir, That which others call virtue in the natural habitude of your worthy person.  
Suppose not I use the Court language, when I assure you I am more than any man living, sir, your mos● humble servant.  
Sir, When I forgot to to confess myself yours, you may justly suppose I suffer a perpetual silence, sinc● whilst I have tongue, I protest myself to be your affectionate s●rvant.  
Sir, I will make use of all occasions, to testify how passionately I am yours.  
Sir, There is no other thing remaining for me, but only the glory of humility and obedience.  
I should show myself insensible of rarities, were I not amazed with the curiosity's of your beauty.  
Sir, Your Hero●call qualities shine forth in you, as bright as day.  
Madam, They that do undervalue the comeliness of your person, dare rob Nature, and bereave Lilies of their beauty, as the crystal of his clearness.  
Sir, The virtues of our forefathers are to be esteemed as vices in comparison of yours.  
Extremities are in other things reprovable, in this laudable, since they force me to confess myself yours.  
Sir, you are never so excellent a Poet as when you speak of me, since you have art to invent new fables.  
Sir, Those fine words and acquaint discourses, with which your Ladies are delighted, issue from their mouths, as a pure and innocent breath perfumed with kisses.  
Sir, You go through all Employments with as good fortune, as noble resolutions; neither can there be any thing above your spirit: since all things stoop to do you honour.  
Who can distil sleep into the eyes of Lovers, whose ears break forth with the morning l●ght?  
Love, art thou but a vain name, and no essential thing, that hast thus left thy professed servant, when he hath most need of thy reviving presence; what is Music to me, but a doleful voice, accompanied with the various discord of my sighs?  
O Love! Wilt thou now at last offer me Physic, which art my only poison? wilt thou do me service which long since hast brought me into eternal slavery?  
How long shall my languishing sickness wait upon the triumphs of my passions?  
At last, O fair one, cast the eyes of thy resplendent presence on thy abject creature, that by the brightness of those rays, his baseness may be turned into a most high, and (through any perfections) a most happy preferment; for being thus disconsolate, by the frowns of thy rigour, how soon mayst thou raze down that Temple, which at first was built by the refulgent smiles of thy beauty?  
From whence can these necessities proceed, that love hath laid upon me, most incomparable Lady? are they by your commandment? or is it by a power from your excellency, that Cupid hath such a command over mortal? of a certain it is from you, whose fair aspect, accompanied with so imperious a Majesty, vanquished me by him, so far to resign the happiness of my former liberty, as that I must now confess myself to be your slave, if you think me unworthy of the name of your prisoner.  
Cruel one, how long can I make an ostentation of my felicity, when the conclusion, even the last Scene of my Tragedy, with horror presents itself to thin● eyes? Can death and dissimulation meet at th● instant when I leave the world, and my dying protestations with thee: that for thee alone I forsook th●● earth, to be more kindly used there, where I shal● certainly be eased of these sorrows? if there be: Leander, a Pyramus, or a society of abused Lovers.  
If thou art fair, is it to present thee too cruel? If thou canst command affections, wilt thou therefore captivate them? To be beautiful and yet terrible, are things incompetible, things that imply contradiction; yet even against the Laws of Nature thou destroyest Nature, and where thou mayst raise the structures to thy perpetual honours, thou ruin'st them.  
Most certain ●t is, fair Creature, thy love may make me sacrifice my life at thy Feet, and I may punish that body which hath so unjustly wounded my once free and serene mind: But alas, wherein canst thou glory? Not in thy beauty, for that will veil itself at so black an act: Not in my ruins, for they will pursue thee with some direful revenge. Blush than thou fair one, since to be coy is to be cruel; to be cruel is to alter the property of what thou art, beautiful.  
Fairest, be no longer so great an enemy to my desires, as to imprison them in silence.  
I cannot express the least disobedience to your commands, but rather hope my past displeasures may deserve pity, if not my future services a reward.  
Ponder my merits in the balance of your mercy, that the unworthiness of my deserts, by the fair sufferance of your goodness, may procure your gracious respects in my behalf.  
It is a sin to suspect such virtue which glories to arm ●t self against all deceits.  
Fair one, you have a wit which delights not to judge itself, and a beauty that glories to condemn others; reconcile your beauty to your wit, that the use of the one may restrain the abuse of the other, whilst we your servants live to admire your perfections, and you yourself survive to perfect your virtues.  
Fair one, what unremovable suitor eclipses your affection from shining on your devoted, and most constant servant.  
Perfections of my desires, with one determinate answer, bless me with happiness, or silence my long continued suit.  
That my desires to enjoy you are more than to live, proceeds from the effects of my affection, the efficient cause being your excessive beauty.  
Madam, The eyes of a ravished Lover, cannot but have virtues aid so ready in himself, as always to bewail the loss of a virtuous constancy in other, since such a loss, by his own affections, is ever placed in the very face of his memory.  
By the memory of our forepast affections, by the oaths of our yet continued love; by whatsoever is virtuous, credit me.  
Can you (Sir) wear a Mars' heart in a Cupids body since the eyes of all spectators, judge you fi●ter for the pleasures of the Court, than the Tents of War?  
In him (it seems) Nature was not mistaken, since whatsoever was in mankind, was in him to the uttermost.  
Sir, It is a degree above humanity, and therefore requires the admiration of your friends, that your wit should so far outgo your age.  
It is not strange (O thou cruelest of women) th●t those eyes of thine should strike him with terror, who stands unmoved with the sight of the most horrible countenance of death?  
Sir, I am most infinitely bound to you, for this so rare and noble a courtesy.  
It is you (and none but you) which I am bound to love: and therefore, though I am presented with ● likeness of your beauty, yet likeness of another cannot make the same essence of your person, much less ca● dissolve your commandments of my seevice.  
The very Image of your countenance, and outward expressions of your behaviour, are suitable to the virtuous resolutions of your mind.  
Fairest, Grant me this happiness, to have my poor affections raised to the honour of waiting upon your commands.  
Violence of love leads me into this discourse, in which I am not so unfortunate, as full of desires to be more happy.  
Armies of objections rise up against my accepted opinion.  
Sir, Though I were to pass through all the splendours of the World, and frame them all to blazon forth your worth, my pen could never teach you.  
Sir, Nature in you hath laid deep foundations, in respect of your qualities, both of mind and body, in both which she hath made no promise of any mediocrity, by the distribution of which rare perfections she hath rendered you lovely to the world, and fit f r the service of the greatest monarches.  
Sir, Your imagination (which you speak in such high terms) cannot but move me to believe great improbilities.  
Sir, How happy should I think myself, were the Characters of your virtues imprinted in my Breast, by a more continued acquaintance?  
Sir, No imaginary jealousies shall deliver me from mine inclination to that goodness, to which I have always had an extraordinary propension, by your royal example.  
Sir, I have an interest in your prosperity, so far that I will complain of fortune, so you have an occasion to commend her.  
Worthy Sir, You know yourself too well, to suspect me of flattery.  
Virtue and Eloquence are bestowed upon you, to make you be amongst men as immortal.  
Sir, I could not have the ambition to suppose that there could be any room left for you to entertain a woman of so many imperfections as myself.  
The contemplation of your virtues amazeth m●.  
Sir, I find in you whatsoever may give a reputation to the Courts of Princes.  
Sir, I am reserved for your sake, that nothing might be wanting to your glory.  
Sir, You are the man, whom the necessities of the State require.  
Opportunities would wax old, should I neglect this present to serve you.  
All spirits would prove favourable unto you, since you have convinced them by your merits.  
Your generous disposition hath permitted me a longer audience than your affairs could well permit.  
Worthy Sir, reflect upon your creature with the bright beams of your generous disposition.  
I cannot allot more moderate limits to my ambition, or wish myself a greater happiness than to do your service.  
Your Heroickacts succeeding Historians shall crown with Laurels.  
Sir, for your sake I will undergo the infelicities of cruel fortune.  
Sir, there is no happiness on earth, but is included in yourself, or in what concerns you.  
Sir, your goodness doth be●eave me of a voice to express your virtues.  
You cannot blame me though I hate ingratitude since even beasts are capable of acknowledgement.  
Sir, If you withdraw from me your presence, you overthrew all the honour you have hitherto acquired for me.  
Sir, I shall fall sick for want of a capacity to digest your favours.  
Sir, whatsoever you undertake, permit nothing to your spirit which may wound your reputation.  
Sir, Of all men I dare free you from this crime of violating the chastity of Language.  
Sir, I own too much honour to the memory of our forepast acquaintance, to displease you.  
Sir, for your sake, at the same time, I both enjoy pleasure, and endure pain.  
Sir, I must beg of you hereafter, to have a greater care of my modesty, since you enforce, either to lose it, or not believe you.  
Sir, The whole Court is sensible of suffering your name to fall to the ground.  
Sir, I am so far from hiding my own defects, that I acknowledge there is none so imperfect as myself, neither can any man arrive to perfection, except he be adorned with those abilities whereof I am utterly ignorant.  
Sir, I have neither power nor ability left me, but only to express I am yours.  
Sir, You have anticipated me of all Rhetoric, either of being complemental, or returning you commendations for your worthy favours.  
Sir, instead of requital of those vows you offer me, I am put to a stand what to answer.  
Mistress, I desire to pass my life in the pleasing dreams of your perfections.  
Your Courtly voice is like an Oracle, either to approve or condemn me.  
Sir, I am none of those who slight the benefits are showered upon them.  
Sir, I cannot light upon that accent, wherewith I might authorise my own follies.  
All my thoughts are your real inspirations.  
I have no servile dependency, but upon your conceptions, I move by your directions.  
In matters of Eloquence you seek out singularities, hitherto unknown.  
From the first minute of my acquaintance, I made haste, as I shall ever, to acknowledge myself your most humble servant.  
Sir, I entertain these passions, to the end that you may appease them.  
Madam, If you still persevere to dote thus on your beauty, the time will come when your face will scare you more than a Judge doth a fellow.  
Sir, I have quitted all complacency, and there is no means shall make me silent.  
Fairest, There is no part of the World so remote, whither my curiosity in your search shall not carry me.  
Lady, The moral of my affection is to instruct you to make use of your youth, and to gather Nosegays before the Roses whither: For be confident, when you have no further attractions than an eloquent tongue, no man will seek for them in the furrows of your face; and you shall only be left to bewail the ruins of your beauty.  
Sir, suffer yourself to be convinced by reason, since you cannot resist the same, but to your disadvantage.  
Sir, you must excuse me, since I know not in what manner to suffer so wounding a displeasure.  
Sir, All the water in the sea can never purify me from this offence.  
Lady, You have no more beauty than will serve to excuse you from being extremely ugly.  
Sir, If you grant me this favour, you shall elevate me to a more Sovereign Fortune than the state of Kings.  
Sir, It were as great a crime to be ignorant of the diversions that attend you, as not to be acquainted with the great affluence of noble company, daily repairing to visit you.  
Mistress, In my most solitary walks it shall be my ambition to presume only to revolve you in my most secret cogitations.  
Sir, In you alone I must commend the commencements of all virtue.  
In all shapes, and under the most dreadful aspects that can appear, I am yours.  
To return you compliments for such excellent favours, were to undervalue their worth, since my language is too poor, and unable to lend me wherewith to pay you.  
I fear I shall be indebted to you all my life, for the favours I have received of you.  
It is the height of my desires to be passionately, as I am, your most faithful servant.  
My passions cannot so far transport me, but that I shall remain as I have ever been, yours.  
Sir, I intent not to commence any real war against you, for I acknowledge my colour to be artificial, which I am ready to lay down at your pleasure.  
Fair Creature; Painters and stage-players are not guilty of those Murders which the dart of your eyes do most cruelly commit.  
I am not so curious as to condemn the whole multitude, which have lost themselves in the admiration of your virtues.  
I will dilate myself no further in my Expressions, lest I dishonour your goodness with my undervaluing praises.  
Sir, Mine eloquence will come too late, since there is no precept in all humane wisdom, which hath not presented itself to your view.  
Sir, The consolation I have next to the assurance I have of my innocence, is the liberty I enjoy to profess myself yours.  
The principal object of my intentions, hath ever been the glory of your name.  
Sir, I do profess myself yours, with all those protestations, which are able to make truth appear in violable.  
Sir, I prostrate all my presumption at your feet, and shall despair of being happy, if not reputed yours.  
Sir, I can no longer conceal my thoughts, since you have an interest both in me and them.  
I never gave you visit, which culed me not of some passion.  
How often with your Golden Eloquence, have you taken me out of myself?  
You alone can conduct me to the highest pitch of accidental perfection.  
The beams of your eminent virtues have discovered to me mine own perfections.  
In stead of all those high expressions you have bestowed upon me, I must only answer you, That I am your humble servant.  
Sir, There can be no acknowledgement that I can make, can be answerable to the obligations I own to your honour.  
Sir, You mistake my disposition, if you suppose I affect praises with the like intemperance, as I do perfumes.  
Sir, Should I forfeit such occasions, my friendship would never appear but remain as a Recluse.  
Sir, The world would end, and Nature prove imperfect, if there were no such men to maintain her honours.  
Continue to express yourself what you are, that your virtue may be its own recorder.  
Fairest, My thoughts are not so often here, as where you are.  
Time which prescribes limits to all things, preserve your beauty to the world's end.  
The Physicians have not so far exhausted me, but that there are some drops of blood left, to bestow in part of your honour's service.  
Madam, Put on those rays of your beauty, that it may bud again with the next Roses.  
I confess I was more astonished, then to find such an equipage of sorrow about you.  
Sir, You are adorned with all excellent qualities that Art and Nature can bestow, for the commanding of men.  
Sir, There is not one part of your body, whereof another is not master.  
Sir, It is not in my power to dispose of one single hair since I am all yours.  
Madam, you draw the eyes of all to admire you, since you are as a fair prospect, adorned with all pleasures to allure the beholders.  
You are the Cabinet, in which nature hath locked all her miracles.  
Though I receive injuries from you, it shall be my humility not to take notice of them.  
Sir, I would visit those parts of the world which avarice itself hath not yet found out, rather than lose your society.  
Sir, It is impossible for me to conceal my sensibilities.  
Sir, What violence soever I offer to my anger, I can no longer contain it.  
Sir, You do so heap your favours on me, that you will not so much as suffer me to seem miserable.  
Sir, Your innocent actions carry their warrant with them.  
Sir, You do not so much express your wit, as your Tyranny, in inflicting such torments on me.  
Sir, be not confident, lest he whom you have so often injured, do at last grow weary of his sufferings.  
You are the man with whom alone I desire to pass the most pleasant hours of my life.  
Sir, If you pretend excuses for so poor a trifle, know I am no longer your affectionate servant  
Sir, I, shall hold my eloquence as pernicious as the perfections of a Courtesan, should it prove any cause of your quarrels.  
You usurp a more absolute authority over wits than is lawful or reasonable.  
You smell too much of your Musk, and Amber, to express yourself serious in the weight of affairs.  
Sir, My conceptions are popular, and to be intelligible among women.  
Your conceits are too far fetched, and they transcend the subject on which you bestow them.  
Fairest, let me ravish a kiss from your hand.  
Sir, My affections spring not from the diseases and distempers of my soul, since my inclinations to serve you, have their original from immortal reason.  
Mistress, You have a power to infuse love and fidelity into the hearts of Barbarians.  
You cannot bestow favours amiss on him who hath searched the secrets of nature, and the depth of Philosophy, that he might not appear to be grateful.  
Sir, you must give me leave to admire your judgement, which appears to be far more excellent than your Fortunes.  
Sir, Let me not seem to incur a crime, since I am forced to extol your generous liberality.  
Sir, You vary your shape, and change your perfumes, according to the diversity of the seasons.  
Let it please you out of your nobleness, to 〈◊〉 me to be your grace's most obedient and faithful servant.  
Sir, You have all those excellent qualities that are necessary in a Prince.  
Sir, I measure the necessities and fatalities of this world by your contentments or discomforts.  
Sir, In this exigence of my fortune, I am forced to admire your virtues, since you still set so high a value on your creature, who is lost to all men but to yourself.  
Sir, Your goodness is as unlimitable, as the desire I have to serve you.  
Sir, in you are comprehended all the riches that Nature bestows on her most glorious creatures.  
Sir, I speak this seriously with my best sense; you may reduce me to any form.  
All, who have either eyes or spirits, must place them on so deserving an object.  
Fairest, Cast one glance of pity on me, lest you deprive me of all conceits of mercy, with the terrible aspect of your eyes, which are to me the Ambassadors of life and death.  
Sir, You are the emblem of terror, and your furious looks are able to consume a woman.  
Lift not me so high with your favours, lest you do but fit me for a precipice, and I behold my descent with a greater terror.  
Fairest, Let not your heavenly beauty, seated in its royal Majesty, draw forth the sword of disdain, to the ruin of your creature.  
Fairest Creature, Since I am the pattern of all ill fortunes, by the force of your affection free me from all the miseries that oppress me.  
You hit my inclinations, since to recompense such virtues, were a work most worthy of all generous spirits.  
Sir, Your refusal to the title of eloquent, proves your modesty to be most unjust, since your tongue long since did beareave you of all excuses.  
Sir, I dare not enter the lists with you, in respect of your elegancies of speech, for when I would become most persuasive in my language, I appear most barbarous in my expressions.  
All your Rhetorical arguments are but like blue flowers amongst the corn; which though they may seem pleasant to the eye, prove most unwholesome to the body.  
Sir, I shall always acknowledge the artificial language to be like Gentlewomen adorned with Rubies and Diamonds, which glister upon her garments whilst she herself want, the eyes of her body and of her mind.  
Fair one, Can I prevent the powers of the planets or resist the force of the stars? you may then conclude I can then repel these affections.  
I am yours, sir, and will be yours in despite of fates and fortunes.  
Madam, Your excellent qualities, and exquisite virtues have so assaulted the Fort of my Fancy, that I must of necessity resign myself up to you, as a trophy of your victories.  
Mistress, since Cupid doth so fitly favour the causes of his Clients, let us not slip so happy an opportunity.  
Madam, If the wishes of a poor mortal may be, heard above, I question not but heaven with felicities will crown your royal deserts.  
Madam, Though I have not hitherto by dutiful services made manifest the loyalty of my heart, yet since I first framed in my fancy, as in a mirror the shape of your surpassing beauty, with all humility I have cast myself and fortunes at your Royal feet.  
Fairest, There is none upon earth doth with a more loving duty reverence your person and virtues, than I do:  
Madam, in consideration of my poor fortunes, let my affection appear so much the more excusable, since I so far esteem of your divine beauty and exquisite virtue, as I would think myself most unworthy, though I were Prince of the World, to possess your heavenly perfection, in respect of any of my own native honours.  
Sir, I have learned to know, that it is the Religion of lovers to swear and forswear.  
Madam, The parching heat of summer makes the cool shapes more pleasant; and the frowns of Lovers make their smiles more delightful and cheerful.  
Mistress, I must never hope so entirely to love, as with my affections to require your loyalty.  
Sir, She which builds her fancy upon fading subjects, ties her honour to the unconstant wheel of fortune.  
Fairest, As a pledge of my protestation, you shall have both my heart and hand to be yours in dust and ashes.  
Sir, You have a heart as large as the sea, which contains in it a capacity of all ornaments that use to dignify Princes.  
Strive not (sir) to bereave me of the reputation of my honour, lest those that shall succeed me hereafter, read my insamy upon my Tomb.  
Madam, The beams of your Sunlike beauty, with their lively lustre, and sparkling flames, dazzle the eyes of your amazed lovers.  
Madam, In the shady darkness of this Arbour, you seem like a heaven enamelled with an infinite number of stars.  
Having disposed so many affections to do your service, fear not, fairest, your servant must of necessity visit you.  
Fair one, Whilst mortals enjoy your heavenly beauty, the lustre of your resplendent eyes, shall as the day light serve them for the dispatch of their affairs.  
Sir, I cannot be insensible of your miseries, since the web of our destinies hath passed us both through the like misfortunes.  
Sir, I am real, and use not to entertain any friends with dreams and illusions.  
Sir, This your inhuman usage of your creature, shall never seem strange to me, since the most fervent affections of the world, often times degenerate into the vehementest enmities.  
Sir, We equally share of one another's discontents, and dissolve our hearts together, as one would melt one piece of Wax into another.  
Fairest, Those eminent qualities, which nature, as a Dowry, hath bestowed upon you, like flowers spread themselves forth by the rays of your bright beauty, causing those courtships, services, and admirations which so sweetly adorn you.  
Mistress, Ladies of honour to express the sincerity of their affections, have breathed forth their lives on the Tombs of their deceased Lovers.  
Madam, If I am consumed by the fires of Cupid, blame me not, since your eyes kindled the flames of my affections.  
Madam, exercise not the extremity of your rigour upon him that suffers such miseries, under the false title and quality of an offender.  
Know, fair Creature, that such a bright day may at last enlighten my innocence, when revengeful lovers shall search into my ashes, to find out truth there buried.  
Sir, These glorious progressions of your virtue will at last mount you to the highest pith of admiration.  
Madam, shut not up these eyes from the light of your beauty, lest they be perpetually opened to tears.  
Madam, It is impossible you should ever draw to you a reputation of honour, signed with the effusion of my blood.  
Madam, There are those will deplore my ashes, and strew some silly flowers on the place impressed with the prints of your punishments.  
Fair one, When my soul shall be separated from my body, it shall every where wait on your purified spirit, as the shadow of it.  
Madam, If you should please to condemn me to darkness, by the eclipsing of the divine light of your beauty, yet I despair not, but that at last from the sphere of your splendours, due to my merits, you will vouchsafe the rays of your clemency, to enlighten the dusky nights of my miseries and misfortunes.  
Fair one, Though death may separate our lives, yet love shall un●te our ashes, and we shall preserve the immortality of our affections, by the immortality of our souls.  
Madam, Seated thus on your fair pavilion, you appear like resplendent day, in the attires of a Majesty, absolutely royal.  
Madam, Your goodly nature, well proportioned body, the bright colour of your face, the lively port and grave carriage of your person, all these speak you to be a real branch, sprung from some royal stem.  
Fair one, Your hair negligently dissheveled. and careless attire, grace forth your beauty, which shines in the midst of so many obstacles, as the Sun in a winter day.  
Fair Creature, Cast not those eyes down, neither colour your face with those modest blushes, since it would appear most admirable, that your Virtues should find Fetters in a place where they expect Crowns.  
Sir, I desire to end my days on the Theatre of Kings in their glorious services.  
Madam, Heaven hath created me such a one, as you see full of good will, though of slender fortunes and means.  
Sir, We have continually lived together as one soul divided into two bodies, and since our amities have taken root in a mutual temperance, and correspondency of humours, we have maintained in us a continual familaritie, which neither death nor hell can ever have power to separate.  
Fairest, Our breasts shall be ever interchangeably transparent.  
Fair one, Dissimulation or contradiction cannot approach the sincerity of our loves.  
Fairest, let me embrace you with the oppenness of my heart, and the profusion of my love, that our souls may evaporate themselves into one another.  
Sir, Your favours create me again, and give me a new being.  
Sir, I shall never pretend any right to any honour in the world, but only to obey your commands.  
Mistress, The grace of speech dwells on your fair lips.  
Sir, Hereafter ages shall take Palms and Laurels to crown the relics of your honoured ashes.  
Fairest, these eyes of mine, are but emblems of tears mixed with love.  
Madam, spread not that Cypress Veil over your face, lest you benight your beauty, and darken the bright rays of that which makes our day.  
Madam, Your beauty is a divinity left on earth to be known and beloved of mortals.  

A description of Beauty.  
BEauty is Nature's Ivy-Bush.  
It is her beauty only creates her queen; 'tis that which adds a commanding power to every syllable.  
Glory not too much in the prerogative of Nature, seeing she hath made thee man, make not thyself a woman.  
Your beauty is a Tyrant of a short reign, you cannot call it your own, for you can neither give it, nor preserve it long.  
Beauty is the conqueress of man, never to be satisfied with the rays of her crystal painted eyes.  
A feature that excels all mortal sense.  
Such a one, that when she lay naked, his eyes did carve him out a Feast of love.  
Her body doth present those fields of peace that Poets sing of in Elysium.  
She lay like eclipsed Cynthia, sweetly canopied with darkness, till he drew the curtains of love.  
Had Paris seen her naked, he had slighted his Nell of Greece for her.  
Trimming her beauty forth with blushing bravery, with the wonders of her beauty, mortal eyes are never to be satisfied, as if she were made only for admiration, to be adored of men, or win grace from Heaven.  
A Complexion as clear as the Sky.  
Beauty is the image of the Creator, and the Rhetoric of Heaven.    

THE School of Compliments. Choice and fair Flowers, selected out of the Garden of Eloquence, to adorn our Language with variety of Expressions upon several occasions  

Upon his absence.  
I Shall no longer esteem myself absent from you whilst I hold any room in your heart and memory.  
Let those dull clods of earth, not yet informed with true promethean fire, measure affections by their Miles of Acres; we, whose souls are cast in a more pure mould, by a most subtle penetration and transfusion of hearts, enjoy a secure freedom in one another's wishes, and in the greatest distance, are cherished with a virtual contiguity.  
It is a brutish love, and wants the quickening fire of reason, that can by circumstances be intermitted; the more extracted flames of our affections, shall like more glorious Pyramids burn bright and clear, and light our souls, though thus seemingly disjoined, to our daily mutual embracements.  
Let not my remoteness change your purposes, more than it shakes the resolution I have made, to live, yours.   

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

Upon her beauty.  
I Should have thought I had too much failed in so much duty, had I not directed it to so fair a mark; but the favour of your affections is that to which I sacrifice my best endeavours.  
Vanquished by your beauty, I have yielded up the arms of my liberty and freedom, under your obedience.  
Nothing shall take from your heart, but death itself, the fair image of your divine beauty.  
Death itself, shall here stand vassal, and homage pay to your more powerful darts, when every quickening glance from you shall add new life, as he destroys the old.   

In admiration of her goodness.  
IT is your goodness that hath supplied my small merit; which could no have dared to promise me the favours you can afford me.  
The goodness of your soul is so clear and bright, that sin dares not approach too near, for fear of discovering its own deformity.  
You need not seek for your inheritance, when the rich evidence of your virtue entitles you to heaven.  
I wonder not to see so many bankrupts in goodness, when I find the Stock of Virtue rests alone in you.  
These noble favours may quicken my endeavours, but never create a desert in me, they are so much beyond my all.   

On her leaving him.  
Lover's in despite of absence, lose not the remembrance of their lovers; they are as the Flowers; which (though trod on) do resume their lustre at the Sun's approach.  
Although thou goest away yet we cannot part.  
Here in my heart thou still remainest, yet I must shed some tears, which like the morning dew, or as April showers, shall make the springtide of our love (though by this winter covered) grow fresh and green again.  
To forsake me, when your company is dearest to me, is no sign of true friendship, which parts not at death itself, since love remains for ever.  
Take pity on all those bloody sorrows, which the apprehension of your absence makes me already so miserably to feel.   

To accuse in a Letter.  
IT is better to love with severity, than to deceive with sweetness,  
I expected a Cordial, but I received a Corrosive, your bitter-sweet was unequally tempered, and in your Pills, though sugared over, I found an unwelcome operation. I received thy Letter, but— I must chide thee (sweet) another c●ose from thy fair hand, will make me surseit, you frowned when last we parted, and by that cloud you bid me expect a storm; it is a double bliss, thus sweetly to be deceived; you frown indeed, but a thousand Cupids lodge themselves in every wrinkle of your brow.  
I would forbear to write to you in this manner, were it not that the affection I bear to you, doth force, and by its authority, draw all these words from my heart and mouth.  
Mistress, The Bees are not hated for their stings, no more should you hate me for the sharpness of my circumstances.  
We must not praise ourselves for being better than the worst, but rather blame ourselves for being worse than the best; since than I fail in my merits, give me leave to mourn for my imperfections.   

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

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

The Lover's impression of Costancie.  
I Shall in loving you, manifest such an affectionate stability and steadfastness, that my loyalty and my love shall inseparably wait upon you.  
My constancy may easily show you, that I have as good an heart to die for you, as I have a mind and desire to live and love you.  
I shall make it appear to aftertimes, that I am the man, who for your sake, have made myself an invincible rock of steadfastness: for I shall still hug my constancy, and never let it stir from me till my last gasp.   

Upon her Affability and Courtesy  
IT is your courtesy that lends me the favour which Heaven and Nature hath denied me.  
Your courtesy will force the most rigid Cato to turn your Proselyte, and make the Cynic leave his Tub, enamoured with your banity.  
Each part above you shines with a peculiar grace, but in your mild behaviour they all concentrate.  
Upon your Brow, Beauty, and honour sit enthroned whence in your stately carriage they dispense their powerful Laws.  
It is out of your generous disposition you w●sh me well, as it is of duty that I honour you.   

Upon a LOVER'S fear.  
Lover's live always in more fear than hope, and will sooner conceive of their sorrows, then hear of their joys.  
Lady, I have just cause to fear, lest by placing my love upon an object either too violent or too much di●ant, my sense may be deceived: you far transcend my deserts, but my desires lie captive at your feet, one ●eam from your bright eye will kindle them a new, and ●dd a new vigour to me your languishing prostrate.  
The fear I have left my slender merit should take away our good mind to wish me well, doth in a sort make all those joys imperfect, which my sweetest thoughts made me judge so fuil and entire.   

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

To give or present.  
THis I dedicate, consecrate, and offer up unto you with the samt heart, wherewith I vowed you my service.  
Your bounty hath furnished me with power, and your example with will; accept therefore this small present, gleaned from your plenteous Harvest, which shall ever testify to the ungrateful world, how much I glory to proclaim aloud my wealth's chief founders.  
I should be ignorant and ungrateful too, should I presume to think it worthy your acceptance, when every jewel receives its Character of value from your esteem.  
The mass of all my wealth made up together, disclaims the name of merit, and therefore here I freely give it all, and in the strong indentures of loyalty, I bind myself your, Apprentice.  
I had rather present you with some small thing, and so be reputed ignorant, than ungrateful.  
Regard more the affection, than the merit of the gift, and so accept it, not as a thing of desert, but as a testimony of good wil   

A description of a Married woman, Widow, and Maid.  
A W●fe is like a Garment worn and torn,  
A Maid like one made up and never worn;  
A Widow like a Garment worn threadbare,  
Sold at the second hand, like Broker's ware.   

The Maid's Compliment upon his Eloquence.  
YOur eloquent deserts speak love, and I should wrong to lock it in the wards of covert bosom, when it deserves with characters of brass, asorted residence against the tooth of time, and a razor of oblivion; therefore my soul cannot but yield you forth to public thanks, forerunning more requiralls, Oh! how you are winding up the watch of your wit!  
Sir, I cannot but admire the delight and life of your wit, the light of your wisdom, and the Mercury of your Eloquence.   

His Answer in praise of her Elegancy.  
Sweet Mistress, I could not (without making myself guilty of irreverance) speak otherwise to you, than in a way of praise.  
I value love in all, but (fair Lady) most in you, where I find it richly sitting on the neck of honour.  
Fair one, such is the galled condition of the age that should my feeble Encomiums presume to touch a l●ttle at what your beauty in the largest manner merits, the fairest title I should gain for my true meaning, would be parasite.  
Madam, Let others daub and flatter, I'll not give over to draw true lines, but maugre all their painting, ●il proclaim you aloud, virtuous and fair.  
In a Word (Madam) to live with you is to live with all the graces; for Nature hath made you the example of all her liberalities.  
Madam, I will put it upon the file of thankful remembrance, and register it for a singular act of your beneficence.   

A Lady and a Knight.  
Sir, say not you love unless you do,  
For lying will not honour you.   

His answer.  
Madam, I love, I love to die,  
And will not lie unless by you;  
You say I lie, I say you.   

A lovers sad passion for loss of his Mistress.  

Where shall I find that Melancholy Muse  
That never heard of any thing but moan  
And read that passion that herpen doth us●  
When she and sorrow sadly sit alone.  
To tell the world more than the world can tell,  
What fits indeed, most fitly figured hell.   

Let me not think once of the smallest thought,  
Nay speak of love then of the greatest grief,  
Where every lover with sorrows overwrought  
Live but in death, despairing of relief:  
While thus my heart with torments torn assunde  
May of the world be called the woeful wonder,   

The Day's like Night all darkened in distress,  
Pleasure becomes a subject unto pain;  
The Spirit overpress with heaviness,  
While helpless horror vexeth every vein,  
Death shakes her dart, grief hath my grave prepay  
Yet to more sorrow is my spirit spared.   

The Only eyes that not endures the light,  
The Night-ravens song that soundeth nought but death  
The Cockatrice that killeth with her sight  
The poisoned air that chokes the sweetest breath;  
Thunders and earthquakes all together met.  
These tell a little how my life is set.   

Were woes dissolved to sighs, and sighs to tears,  
And every tear a torment of the mind,  
The mind's destress unto the deadly fears,  
That find more death than death itself can find;  
Death to that life that living can descry  
A little more yet of my misery.   

Put all the woes of all the world together,  
Sorrow and Death, set down in all their pride,  
Let misery bring all her Muses hither,  
W●th all the horrors that the heart may hid,  
Then read the state but of my ruthful story,  
And say my grief hath gotten sorrows glory.   

For Nature's sickness sometime may have ease,  
Fortune (though fickle) sometime is a friend,  
The mind's affection patience may appease,  
And death is cause that many torments end.   

To show the nature of my pain, alas,  
Pain hath no nature to descry my pain,  
But where that pain itself in pain doth pass;  
Think on vexation so in every vein,  
That hopeless, helpless some endless pain may tell,  
Save hell itself (but mine) there is no hell.  
If such love be a ground of deadly grief,  
Consuming cares hath caught me by the heart;  
If want of comfort, hopeless of relief,  
Be further moe, so weigh my inward smart:  
If love's unkindness, so my grief is grounded,  
If causeless wronged, so my heart is wounded.   

If love refused, so read on my ruin,  
If truth disgraced, so my sorrow moved,  
If faith abused the ground my sorrow grew in,  
If Vettues scorned, so my death approved:  
If death delaying, so my heart perplexed,  
If living, dying, so my spirit vexed.   

My Infant's years misspent in Childish toys,  
My riper years in rules of little reason,  
My better years in all mistaken joys,  
My present time, (O most unhappy season)  
In fruitless labour and in endless love,  
O what a horror hath my life to prove!   

I sigh to see my infancy misspent,  
I mourn to find my youthful life misled,  
I weep to feel my farther discontent,  
I die to try how love is living dead,  
I sigh, I mourn, I weep, I living dye,  
And yet must live to show more misery.   

The hunted Hart sometime doth leave the hound,  
My heart alas doth never leave the Chase,  
The live Hounds line sometimes is yet unfound,  
My bands are hopeless of so high a grace:  
Summer restores what winter doth deprive,  
But my love withered never can revive.   

I cannot figure sorrows in conceit,  
Sorrow exceeds all figures in our sense,  
But on my woe even sorrows all may wait,  
To see a note exceed their excellence,  
Let me conclude, to see how I am wounded,  
A lover himself is in his love confounded.   

But whereof groweth this passion of the pain,  
That thus perplexeth every other part,  
Whence is the humour of this hateful vain,  
So damps the Spirit and consumes the heart,  
O let my soul with bitter tears confess,  
It is the ground of all unhappiness.   

If lack of love I am the note of need,  
If lack of friends no faith on earth remains,  
If lack of health, see how my soul doth bleed,  
If lack of pleasure look upon my pains,  
If lack of love, of friends, of wealth and pleasure,  
Say then my sorrow must be out of measure.   

Measure! No measure, measure can my thought  
But that one love that is beyond all measure,  
Which knowing how my grief have now been wrought  
Can bring her love into the highest pleasure;  
Which must my sorrows either cut off quite,  
Or never let me think upon delight.   

There is a lack that tells me of a life,  
There is a loss that tells me of a Love,  
Betwixt them both a state of such a strife  
As makes my spirit such a passion prove,  
That lack of one, and the others loss, alas,  
Makes me the woefull'st wretch that ever was.    

A Scholar in praise, or rather dispraise of his Mistress.  
A Scholar to win his Mistress love  
Compared her to three Goddesses above;  
And swore she had, to give her due deserts,  
Pallas, juno, and fair Venus' Parts.  
Pallas was foul and grim, so out of measure,  
That neither Gods nor men in her took pleasure;  
juno so shroud and cursed was of her tongue  
That all mis-liked her both old and young;  
Venus unchaste, strong Mars enticing still  
To garnish Vulcan's temples, and fulfil  
Her lust. Now think you these are praises mean,  
Compared to a slut, a shrew, a queen;  
A woman kind, that is not true,  
Plays false, and makes her husband rue,  
If true she be, and nothing kind,  
She is a Corrosive to his mind:  
True kindness, and kind truth in one  
Makes up a happy union.   

On a dishonest woman.  
HEre lies a fair wife in earth foul and dirty,  
Who drew at fifteen, and went out at thirty.   

On a Maid's inconstancy.  
SHall I weep, or shall I sing?  
I know not best which fits mourning  
If I weep I ease my brain,  
If I sing I sweeten pain.  
Weeping, I'll sing, and singing weep,  
To see how Maids no love can keep.   

On a Maids lying sick.  
A Maiden fair with a Green-sickness, late,  
Pity to see, perplexed was full sore,  
Resolving how to mend her bad estate,  
In this distress Apollo doth implore,  
And cure for her ill, the Oracle assigns,  
To keep the first letter of these following Lines.   

On a beautiful and fair Lady, called, my Lady May: And her Dear love, Mr. Field.  
THis is the sweet and pleasant month of May,  
Which clothes the fields in his most rich array,  
Adorning him with colours better died  
Than any King can wear, than any Bride;  
But May is almost spent, the Fields grows dun  
With gazing overmuch on May's hot Sun:  
Vouchsafe, O Zephyrus; thou gentle Wind,  
And you, O Floods, unto the Fields be kind,  
Distil your honeyed drops, this heat to lay,  
Or else poor Field will burn in midst of May.   

On a Lovers departing.  
THough envious fortune which could ne'er have while  
As yet to grace me with one pleasing smile  
But ever frown, new to augment my grief,  
Bore me my sight, my refuge, and relief;  
Yet thou'st my heart (my dear) instead of me,  
And as it lives, so shall it die with thee.  
Though I must part, and parting be a pain,  
Keep thou my heart, till I return again;  
So that in part, I but departed from thee,  
Thou hast my heart, the rest remains with me,  
Which rest, small rest, that find, till having run,  
Its wont course, and where it first begun:  
What more remains? best thoughts shall thee attend,  
My love in thee begun, in thee shall end.   

On a Welsh man.  
A Welshman 'twixt Saint Tassies day and Easter,  
Ran on his Host is score for cheese a Taster:  
His hostis choked it up behind the door,  
And said, good sir, for cheese, discharge your score,  
●ods so (quoth he) what meaneth these,  
Do you think her knows not choke from cheese?   

On Virginity.  
jewels being lost are found again,  
This never, this lost but once, is lost for ever:  
Two falling out, into a ditch they f●l●,  
For falling out, their falling out was well.   

On the dispraise of women.  
O Heavenly powers! why did you bring to light,  
That th●ng called woman, Nature's Oversight?  
That born Tyrant, proud shop of Vanity,  
That guilded Weathercock, Trunk of misery.  
That Wayward, Froward, that unconstant Evil,  
That seeming Saint, sole Factor for the Devil;  
For what's a woman? she is such a creature,  
As Nature striving to adorn her Feature,  
Forgot to make her honest; this was she  
That first plucked Fruit from the forbidden Tree,  
For which accursed, she then began to fall  
From bad to worse, from worse to worst of all:  
Now therefore thus I will define a woman,  
She is a spiteful Creature true to no man,  
'Tis plain, she can do more than can the Devil,  
For man, which God made good, did she make evil,  
And oft those women, which we oft do cherish,  
Are oft the cause why men so oft do perish.   

An answer to the former.  
Be'st be you heavenly powers that brought to light  
That precious thing called woman; man's delight,  
That freeborn subject, kask full of treasure,  
That constant author of man's hoped pleasure,  
That spotless harmless Saint, not knowing evil,  
No Devils Factor, unless man's the Devil;  
She is a work so purely wrought, that nature  
Knew not whether it were more adorned with feature  
Or with chaste honesty; yea this was ●he  
Fruit of whose womb freed man from misery,  
For which she is blest, that her son's fault should fall  
From small to less, from less to none at all:  
And therefore thus I will define a woman,  
She is lovely, faithful, constant, false to no man,  
And what she can do more than can the Devil,  
'Tis true, she made those good wh●ch he made evil,  
And if sweet woman's love no man should cherish,  
Those that condemn them, without them let perish▪   

Of Woman of Women.  
Are Women fair? yea, passing fair to see to,  
Are Women sweet? yea passing sweet they be to●  
Both fair and sweet they be to them that love them,  
Kind and discreet to all but them that prove them.  
Be women proud? yea, passing proud and praise them,  
Are woomen kind? yea, wondrous kind and please them  
Envious and disdainful if you move them,  
More proud than wise, & yet we fools must love them,  
Are women wise, not wise, but wondrous witty,  
Are Women witty? yea, the more is the pity:  
They are so witty, and they are so wily,  
That being ne'er so wise, they will beguile you.  
Are Women fools? Not fools, but foundlings many:  
Are Women shrews? Not shrews, but sheepish nosey,  
Or, if in in sheep's attire they please to  them,  
'Tis done as Foxes do, that none may knew them.  
Are women Saints? No Saints, nor yet no Devils:  
So Women Goods? No they are needful evils:  
So Angellike, that Devils none need doubt them,  
And yet so needful, than none can live without them.   

A Hushand on his wife a shrew.  
WE lived one and twenty years  
A man and wife together,  
I could no longer keep hernere  
She is gone I know not whither.  
Can I but guests, I do protest,  
I speak it not to flattet,  
Of all the women in the World  
I never would come at her:  
Her body is bestowed well,  
A handsome grave doth hid her,  
And sure her foul is not in hell,  
For the Devil could never abide her:  
I rather think she is soared aloft,  
For in a late great thunder  
Me thought I heard her very voice  
Rendering the Clouds asunder,  
Thus charity bids judge the best  
Of them that are departed,  
Oh! what a Heavenly thing is Rest  
To them that long have smarted.   

A Lover to his Mistress with a pair of Gloves.  
If that from Glove you take the Letter (G,)  
Then Glove is love and that I send to thee.   

Her answer with a Handkerchief.  
If that from Clout you take the Letter (C,)  
Then Clout i●●out, and that I send to thee,   

An old Wid●we● to a young Wench.  
AN old stolen widower loving a young wench,  
Told her, nought but her his love would quench:  
Good Sir, quoth she, your lustful suit withdraw,  
You shall not thatch my Newhouse with old straw.   

An Epithalamium for a Wedding Night.  
NOw is that welcome night addressed  
When love & beauty makes a feast  
Let not the Bridegroom be afraid  
Though he encounter with a maid,  
she'll squeck, she'll cry  
she'll fain, she'll eye,  
she'll fear as she did tremble,  
But take her, and rouse her,  
And mouse her, and rouse he●,  
For she doth but dissemble.  
Now Mistress Bride, thus much to you  
The Item I shall give is true,  
Young maidens must not be to coy  
To entertain their wishes joy,  
But take him, and hug him,  
And rug him, and lug him,  
For thus true love is tried,  
Nor be too nice in yielding things  
Which must not be denied.   

Protestations of Charity.  
I'll bind my hands to fasten just desire,  
My tongue shall fear to wrong my Mistress fair,  
And if to gaze on her mine eyes aspire,  
I wash them forth with my repentant tears  
If my proud hands dares once offend my love  
Or make an offer of a guilty touch,  
I'll cut the veins whereby my Fingers move,  
And blead the last, my love to her is such:  
If any part or motion of my sense,  
Transcends the limits of my love's direction,  
My body's death shall ransom that offence,  
My souls engaged so deep in her perfection.   

A Description of love.  
A Lover is like the Herb Helit●opia, which always inclineth to that place where the sun shineth, & being deprived of the Sun, dieth, so as lunaries herb, as long as the Moon waxeth, bringeth forth leaves, and the waning shaketh them off: So a lover, whilst he is in the company of his l●dy, where all joys increase, uttereth many pleasant conceits, but banished from the sight of his mistress, whereall mirth decreaseth either liveth in melancholy, or died with desperation.   

Of constancy in Lov●,  
Constancy is like unto the Stork who, wheresoeever she fly, cometh into no nest but her own: or the Lapwing, whom nothing can drive her from her young ones, but death.  
The Tongue of a Lover should be like the Poin● in a Dial, which though it go none can see it ●oi●g: or a young Tree, which though it grow, no●e can perceive it growing   

The Tryangles in love  
THere must be in every triangle three Lines, the first beginneth, the second augmenteth, the third concludeth it a figure: So in Love three Virtues: affection which draweth the heart: the second, Secrecy, which increaseth the hope: third, Constancy, which finisheth the Work; without any of these three Rules, ●o Tryangle, without these three Virtues, no Love.   

Another.  
LOve is not unlike the figtree, whose fruit is sweet, but the root is more bitter than the claw of Byte●● or li●● the Apple in Persia, whose blossom savoureth like honey, whose bud is more sour than gall: as the adamant draweth the heavy Iron, and the Harp the fleet Dolphin▪ so beauty allureth the chaste mind to love, and the wisest wi●● to lust: and who more traitorous to Phillis than Demophoon? yet he a traveller: who more perjured to Dido ●ha● Aeneas? and he a stranger: who more false to Ari●d●e tha● Theseus? yet he a Sailor: who more fickle to Medea tha● Jason? yet he a Sta●●●. Again, love is like musk, though it be sweet in smell, it is sour in the smack: the leaf of t●● Cedar tree, though it be fair to be seen, yet the syrup dep●●v th' sight; even so love, though it be p●●g●ned by saluting each other with a kiss, ●●t it ●s sha●●n off by fraud of the heart. A perfect Lover should be like the glass-worm, which shineth most bright in the dark: or like the pure frankincense, which smelleth most sweet when it is in the fire; or to the Damask Rose, which is swee●er in the still, than on the stalk.   

In praise of a loving friend.  
OF all the heavenly gifts on earth,  
Which mortal men commend,  
No treasure well may countervail  
A true and faithful friend.  
What sweeter solace can befall,  
Than such a one to find,  
As in whose breast thou mayst repose  
The secrets of thy mind.  
If flattering fortune seem to frown,  
And drive thee to distress,  
A true and faithful friend will help at need  
And make thy sorrows less:  
Oh precious Item! Oh Jewel great!  
On Friendship! Pearl of Price!  
Thou surely dost each thing excel,  
That man can well devise:  
The Golden Mines are soon decayed,  
When Fortune turns the Wheel,  
And Force of Arms is soon allayed,  
If body sickness feel;  
And cunning art soon overthrown,  
Experience teacheth plain.  
And all things else their course doth change  
When friendship doth remain:  
But since by proof they have been taught  
A feigned friend to know,  
I will not trust such glozing tongues  
More than any open Foe.   

A Complemental Letter for receiving divers favours.  
SIR, I am so tied unto you, by your many favours, as I profess, I know not how to carry myself in thankfulness unto you.  
Sir, This I earnestly desire you, that you will instead of a recompense, for all your favours, accept thanks, and of your poor creature, who is able to give nothing take prayer for payment; what my good mind● is to you, my tongue cannot express what my true meaning is, your heart cannot conceive.  
Sir, I hope it shall be read with the same mind it was written, & taken on the right hand; it shall (I trust) not want its due effect and good acceptance; I know it is not excellent, but the worst; your worthiness indeed (whom I have oft admired) deserves far betters yet I pray you accept of it, and God, I trust, in time will enable me to give a further testimonial of my poor service to you.  
Yours in the best bond that I may.   

Another Letter for one absent.  
KInd Sir, The scarcity of Letters make them prove dainties, being the only way to enjoy presence in affection, though not in realty: I confess, the be●t way to judge of a things excellency, is sometimes to want it, for we esteem not of the excellency of breath, till we want air to breathe in; and the goodness of your conversation, is seen sometimes in absence from you, seeing it is absence that kindles a desire to enjoy your presence.  
Sir, I suppose you are not ignorant of that common rule, that Letters are always for to to be indicted in a kind of careless strain, which rule Tully that Prince of Orators, observeth in his Epistles; the Bonclace of Rhetorich is better to adorn and embrace the neck of some lovesick Gentlewomen, which is as a token sent from her lover to please her, and keep her from crying: I doubt not but you easily perceive what natural love ought to be united betwixt us, raked up in the ashes of forgetfulness, and almost quite extinguished for want of blowing; and in whose power is it to revive this languishing, but in you sir, who are the life of Rhetoric? Sir, the great esteem I have ever had of your friendship, suffers me not to endure your absence any longer: This tyranny of your humour or inclination, is too severe a punishment for me to groan under: For the eclipse of your better self, seems to me to be a retirement of your affection: Let me therefore entreat you to return speedily; I conjute you by all those charms of passion I have ever been at your service, to make a speedy redress to him, who is  
Your most humble Servant.   

The Answer.  
SIr, I make less account of my absence from the Court, and from my affairs then from you; your friendship is the only business of my speedy return I have already chid myself, and now have no more to do, but to precipitate my haste, and in person to make my excuse, with the tenders of all manner of service, in the quality of  
Your most humble Servitor.   

A Letter for clearing one's self of false accusation.  
SIr, I hope, that all the passions of my service have given you sufficient proofs, as never to doubt my loyalty, in which my innocency hath ever shined clearer than the best language of my pen can express, so that the malice of that person was but ill contrived, whose knavery I will make your sport; and if you please but to reveal his name, I will engage mine honour to make him sign me an acquittance with his blood. I express myself thus far, that at any rate I may purchase your higher esteem of me, or be for ever fargotten.  
Your abused friend.   

A Congratulatory Letter for the good fortune of a friend.  
Sir,  
THe excess of my gladness, like the merits of your affection, is not in any respect vulgar; for all my passions do but wait upon your good fortunes. Pardon therefore the defect of my Eloquence, since it is supplied with the joy reigns in me, which had made me so sensible of that extraordinary contentment that in honouring you the world is possessed of, which long before this, foresaw that the felicity of this event belonged to your merits: perhaps most of your friends have prevented me in this congratulation: but this zeal and affection, cannot come too late from him, that is more than he is able to express,  
Yours.   

His Answer.  
Sir  
YOu have so sensibly touched me with your Letter, (your joy as it were to the life) mingling my interest with yours, that, should I not render thanks to you, I should die of a deep impatience: I acknowledge I never merited the effects of such nobleness, as that you should account of me, as an object for your virtuous inclinations: the pleasure I entertain to consider your goodness, is more satisfaction to me than my advancement; as I prefer before other interests, the happiness of your affection, and the new-assurance of your friendship: which that I may the more seriously contemplate, I shall for ever reserve my admiration, and remain in the number of your best friends.  
Yours, L. D.   

On the effects of their love  
YOu shall know one day in effect, what you now have put in imagination.  
The constancy of my affection hath been such that it hath overcome the worst of difficulties, and the expectation of the harbour hath made the danger easy.  
When amidst the waves of your disdain my halfeship-wracked vessel began to sink; each sigh I fetched (I see at length) found a courteous gale, to bring me home to you my blessed Harbour.  
One day you will come to know the conclusion of the irreprochable testimonies of my true and faithful promises.   

Upon her Eloquence▪  
YOUR Eloquence is able to steal the Soul out of one's heart, and carry it whether it would not go.  
O speak again, 'twill make the Spheres lay by their warbling Lutes, and listen to your tongue.  
Each articulated syllable doth lay a powerful cha●m upon my soul, and captivates my senses.  
One day is no more able to overcome you with good words, than with good actions.  
The eloquence of your most sweet words, closes my lips, and binds them to a perpetual silence.   

Excuses  
IN excusing your unjust fear you seem to accuse my boldness.  
It is a mercy that you yet afford me, to let me plead m ne own excuse.  
I presume upon your pardon for my former suspicious fears; and the rather; because the goodness of your nature styles them, the individual concomitants of love.  
I pray you hear my reasons patiently, and judge without passion of my justification.  
It is for great minds to excuse great faults; upon the acknowledgement therefore of my late transgression, you cannot find a fit subject for your mercy.   

Experience of a Lover and of a Friend.  
I Have so much experience of your good will, that it only remains that you make trial of my desire of acknowledgement.  
I have had such trial of your friendship and fidelity, that I hope you will not fail me in time of need.  
Each messenger affords fresh Characters of your friendship, and every day I see the spring of your love breaking through new channels.   

Upon his Face.  
THe wonders of your face made me their Captive as soon as I saw them, and that rare grace of yours, which makes you excel all others, retained me your Prisoner and Servant.  
As she appears, so Day breaks, and with her Beams disperses all my Clouds and mists of discontent.  
The Epitome of Nature is comprised in her Face, where she hath freely given a taste of all her pride and glory.   

Upon his Favours.  
IF you judge or deem me worthy to favour you, hold that your merits are much more than my desert I am ignorant what service might satisfy for the favours I have received of you, if you please to increase my knowledge, in telling me how I may serve you again, I shall be doubly obliged.  
I want opportunity, dutifully to acknowledge this favourable proof of your condition, and honesty.   

Upon his fortunes.  
FOrtune strives, now to make me pay the interest of those pleasures, she formerly lent me.  
Dame Fortune is too covetous, and usurious, in taking from me the interests of my prosperity.  
I appear to you just like an empty vessel that wants his lading, with full blown sails of love; indeed 'tis true, and I am bound for the Indies, and if my compass fail me not, my Genius tells me I shall soon arrive.  
O withdraw not those two stars, by their blessed light I steer my crazy Bark, and hope to enjoy the wished for shore of happiness.   

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

On her constancy.  
YOu use your friends as one doth flowers, which please only when they are fresh and new.  
I perceive that ardent affection which was wont to keep me so alive in your thoughts, doth now no more reign in you.   

In praise of her face.  
HER face is love's Copy to read wonders on:  
She cannot put her face in such a form, but I must like it.  
Her lively face disdains all adulterous arts.  
A perpetual spring of beauty dwells in that face of hers.  
Fairer than Chloris in all her pride.  
Her face vailed with a robe of darkness, shines clearer through it, than the eye of the day.  
The fairest ever nature made for wonder.  
But to look upon her face is to live.  
Whose looks would force the Warring Elements into order.   

For her retention of him in her memory.  
DO not that wrong to your true love, to let him slide out of your memory, the only monument where his felicity desires to be enshrined.  
Keep me alive in your thoughts, as I hold you in the most sensible parts of my soul.   

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

The necessity of his affections.  
The necessity of love is most mighty in the world, for it overcomes all.  
O how happy a thing is that necessity, that enforceth us to embrace such a desired blessing as yourself.  
I was all frozen, until the sunshine of your favour thawed my benumbed spirits; but when you darted your quickened beams, the spring of my affections budded forth in the most pleasant blooms of Love.  
The Magnetic Stone starts not with such natural activity to the North-stars summons, as I when you command.   

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

To offer and present service.  
ALL the honour and ambition I aspire at, is to see myself employed in your service.  
Let all men judge whether your beauty alone is not sufficient to command the affections I bear you.  
All that is mine is no less yours, than are your thoughts and words.  
The most favourable gift you can offer me, is your friendship, a jewel I prefer before all other treasures.   

Wishes.  
HEaven, which hears the vows of the faithful, bless and content your desires.  
I need not wish you more, but a continuance of those graces you most eminently possess already.  
May you meet with such a Paramour, as my equal (for sure outgo he cannot,) your holier flames; may the same shaft, with an undivided haste, pierce both your hearts together; may both your loves bear the same date, and when we have made ourselves unworthy of enjoying any longer such a worthy pattern, and rich example of pure affection, after you have seen a second Generation, may death gently transport you to that place of bliss, where he himself can never come.  
God make you the happiest Woman that lives; even as he hath made you the fairest, and most accomplished.  
Heaven grant that you may be as faithful, as you are dear to me.   

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

To give thanks.  
If I have done you any acceptable service, think it was but the shadow of what I desire to show you, by real effects.  
To tickle your ears with breath of Compliment, or the air of some presently contradicted News, would be to imitate the What lack you? To give you good words, and make your better deeds pay too dear for them.  
I take this benefit from you, but as borrowed; I will pay you rend for it.  
Though the service I have done you, be but small, yet the desire I had to acknwledg the honours I have received from you, are exceeding great.   

On the deceits of Love.  
Your fair eyes have too much majesty to serve for baits, or allurements of a dissembling love.  
Dotario deceive him that will outbrave death itself ●o insure your life, and withstand the frowns of fortune, to protect your honours.   

On his life.  
MY Life is a Comedy, and therefore no matter how long it be, so that it will be well acted sweetest, if the last Scene be Tragic, your cruelty must be the Nemesis.  
Our life, without some pleasantness, is like a long Journey without an I●ne: or like a bed of Roses where flowers are mixed with prickles, Lady, if you please, from your hospitable bounty, to refresh my over-weatied and solitary progress, I shall conclude my time richly spent, having attained the end at which always I aimed, but you have hitherto closed up your fragrant sweet, and amidst the stearnest briars of discontent, have left me miserably entangled.   

On the lustre of her eyes.  
Your eyes flash so much lightning, that like Suns, they dazzle the sight of all such as dare behold them.  
Your souls bright lustre sparkles in your eye, and like the Persian, that only sun I adore.  
You have so established your sovereignty over my soul●, that the least twinkle of your eyes, dispossess me of the state of my life.   

Amorous Expressions.  
This kiss and thy white hand.  
Her spring of beauty raised in him noble desires, which soon broke forth in liberal streams.  
Let me rule, lady, like a Planet, in the Orb of your favours.  
You have a most imperious beauty, I must obey it.  
Delight shall stream into our bosom,  
A faint lovers wishes cannot recall the hours.  
I will embrace thee as all wealth and honour.  
Though she were divided from me by armies I would make way through death to gain her.  
Let me dwell an age upon those lips.  
She is a sparkling delightful piece of Nature.  
She is the queen and goddess of beauty.  
She is a Mine of pleasing joys and sweetness.  
The great commandress of all hearts.  
I cannot spe●● to thee, go thy ways.  
We'll stri● make the example of Love an easy Law.  
As white as Truth; as innocent as Virtue.  
Take all your vows again, you are as free as the air.  
The Cyprian queen compared to thee was but a Negro.  
Whose love is the Exchequer of wealth.  
A spring of Love issues from her Soul.  
I must walk in the dark, and be benighted to all the World but thee.  
Madam, I am a poor Fly, burnt in the Candle of your beauty.  
A Woman worthy of so composed a man.  
Crown your servant, Mistress, with this favour.    

A Magnificent present of similitudes, Comparisons, and Examples, Collected for the Readers Application.  
AS the glistering beams of the Sun, when it riseth decketh the heavens, so the beauty of a good wife adorneth the house: As golden Pillars do shine upon the sockets of Silver, so doth a fair face in a virtuous mind.  
Her tresses are like the coloured Hyacinth of Aarabia.  
Her love is such a fire, as either will burst forth, or burn the house, it is such a stream, as will e●ther have his course, or break through the banks, and make a deluge, or else force their heartstrings to rack with secrecy  
He that is stung of a Scorpion, must be healed by affection.  
To stop the stream, to make the ford flow more fiercely, to repress the fire, to make it flame the more furiously.  
Like a Demophoo● that deceived Phillis.  
Like an Aeneus, that falsifyed his faith to Dido.  
Like Apollo's passion.  
Like Theseus, that forsook his Ariadne.  
Conclude not all things by general axioms.  
Measure not all men's minds by a few particular instances.  
Though some have been fleeting, think not all to be false.  
Try me, I refer my passions to my proof, and as you find me loyal, so reward me with love.  
Had not juno been jealous of jupiter, Io had not been turned into a Heifer.  
If suspicion had not pricked Menelans, Helena had no● stolen away with Paris.  
Procris had been alive, had she not suspected Cephalu● Love shorteneth not only the life, disquieteth the mind but sometimes is the cause of most strange and bloody massacres.  
Her eye is like the Diamond, and so pointeth, that it pierceth to the quick.  
Her motion is so chaste, as she is seen there in as in a mirror.  
Courtly tempered with a virtuous disdain.  
Her countenance is the very man of modesty.  
Her beauty is like the gorgeous Cedar, that is only for show, nothing for profit.  
Like the apple of Tantulus, that is precious in the ey● and dust in the hand.  
Like to the Star, Artophilax, that is most bright, but fitteth not for any compass.  
Like young men that standeth upon their outward portraiture,  
Like Aeneas, a brave man, but a ●oul dissembler.  
Like a fond girl all, but little worth if they be not wealthy.  
To tie a headstrong girl from Love, is to call a Sisyphus stone, or breath words into the wind.  
Who must doth love, must seem most to neglect it.  
A denial at the first, is counted a grant; a gentle answer a mockery.  
Ladies use their lovers, as the Stork doth her young ones, who pricketh them till they bleed with her Bill, and then healeth them with her tongue.  
A bull being tied to the figtree loseth his strength.  
A whole heard of deer stand a gaze if they smell a sweet apple.  
A Dolphin, by the sound of Music, is brought to shore.  
As the kind spanel, though he hunt after Birds, yet forsaketh them to retrieve the Partridge.  
As we commonly feed on beef hungarly at the first yet seeing the quail more dainty, change our diet.  
The admonition of a true friend should be like the practice of a wise Physician, who wrapped his sharp Pills in Sugar.  
Or like a Chirurgeon, who lancing the wound with an Iron, immediately applieth to it soft lint.  
As Mother's deal with their Children for worms, who puts their bitter seeds into sweet Rasins.  
Virtue flourisheth when beauty fadeth, it waxeth young when age approacheth, and resembleth the Ivy leaf, who, although it be dead, continueth green.  
Let there be such a faithful and inviolable league of love betwixt us begun, as neither length of time, nor the distance of place, nor threatening of friends, nor the spite of Fortune, nor the fear of death can alter or diminish.  
Let us be like Hypocrates twins, who were born together, and died together.  
If death should separate you from me, I would imitate the Eagle, which Sesta the Virgin brought up.  
As the precious Stone Sandestra, hath nothing in outward appearance but that which seemeth black, and being broken, poureth forth beams like the Sun.  
Like Appelles, who when Beucephulus was painted, craved the judgement of none but Zeuxes.  
Like Prisius, who when jupiter was carved, asked the censure of none but Lysippus.  
Plants are nourished with little rain, yet drowned with much.  
How valiantly Ajax boasted in the seat of arms, yet Phillis bore away the armour.  
Eloquent words may please the ear, but sufficient matter persuades the heart.  
As the herb Moly hath a flower as white as snow, and a root as black as Ink.  
As amongst the Egyptians there was no man esteemed happy that had not a beast full of spots.  
As the Indian Ura noscope doth ever view the azure Skies, and the bright burning rays of the firmament, and never fixeth her eyes on the earth, deeming things sublunary, too base an object for the sensorum of her light.  
As a feigned friend is much like a Serpent bred in Egypt, called a Crocodile, who when she singeth poisoneth, and when she weepeth, devoureth.  
The Lion so loveth her whelps, that she never tasteth of the prey, till they are fully satisfied.  
Like the apples of Arabia, which begin to rot before they are half ripe.  
As the wounds of the body, by often rubbing, are sometimes made incurable.  
As the savour of the Panther seemeth sweet to none but to bruit beasts.  
As continued rain moisteneth the earth, so that it cannot be tilled to bring forth fruit.  
As a ship in the Sea, without a guide, leanning now on one side, then on another, is often in great danger.  
As Bees when they strive together, or stirred up by some violent motion, with strowing of dust are brought into order and appeased.  
As apothecary's do cover their pills with some sweet substance, to make them go down the pleasanter.  
As the sucking of a Child, brings Milk into the Mother's Breasts.  
As there is no shelter where there is no Sun.  
As a Gardener mingleth divers seeds together and casts them into the ground, yet will they not be confounded together one with another, but every seed will have its proper herb.  
As Swallows and Flies are dead in the Winter, but by virtue of the Sun, revive again in Summer.  
As the Goldsmith by his art can sever divers Metals one from another, and some men out of one Metalcan draw another.  
As the Sun and the Moon, being of one substance, differ in dignity and excellency.  
As Prometheus did make miraculous Images, such as none ever could make but himself.  
As continual drops of Water hollow the hard stone.  
As those men that live by the River Nilus are made deal by the continual noise of the waters.  
As the disease of a Canker, always infects the next part that is nigh it.  
As the Sea, when it rageth, the waters thereof cast up dirt and mire.  
As in fining, the dross is separate from the Metals.  
As there is a certain weakness in the sight, which causeth a party to think he sees straws, whereas he sees men.  
As a Thunderbolt cast out of the clouds, spareth the matter that submitteth itself to the force thereof, but breaketh to powder whatsoever resisteth.  
As the morn●ng dew soon after the rising of the Sun languisheth away.  
As the Medecinall plaster cannot heal a wound, if there be any Iron stricken in it:  
As the Rose, the most pleasant of all flowers, is gathered upon rough briers.  
Like the Ape, which with embrace doth well-nigh kil-her young one.  
As the Moon hath so much the less light, by how much the nearer it is to the Sun.  
As the first step to health, is to know the disease.  
As by great showers and storms of rain, the air is cleansed.  
As in Garlands the beauty of the flowers, except they be orderly composed, are not half so glorious.  
As the moon is not Eclipsed, nor loseth her light till she is at the full.  
As they that dwell in low valleys are seldom hurt with lightning.  
As the pure Coral will not alter the Colour.  
Like as the Silkworm keepeth her body spare and empty, using to fast two or three days together, that she might stretch out herself, and sp●n her. Thread the finer.  
As a little spark many times setteth a whole house on fire.  
As Owls and night Crows see better in the night than in the day.  
Like as out of a River or Fountain troubled, there can be no water drawn but what is muddy.  
As a strong Corrosive laid to a sore, eats out all the dead flesh.  
Like as when the body is distempered, and some members putr●fied, it is then best for the Patient to have his blood taken away from him.  
As Fire is never sufficed with wood, and Earth with water.  
As they that are sick of the dropsy increase their thirs● by drinking.  
As children are like to their natural Parents, in honour, speech, and laughter.  
As the Libard, with a strange k●nd of policy, to kill the apes, lies down as if he were stark dead; which the apes seeing, come all together, and in delight skips upon him: That the Libard hearer patiently, until he thinks they have all wearied themselves with sporting, then suddenly he leapeth up, and catcheth one of them in his mouth.  
As the Lamb is the more nimble and lively for shearing.  
Like as the Pelican, which having brought forth her young ones dead, being stung or killed by Serpents, she picketh out her heart blood to revive them.  
Like the undistinct sound of Music, which delighteth not.  
As the rain maketh the new-moon grass freshly to spring again, and comforts the earth, that it yields forth fruit.  
As the Ostrich hath wings, yet flieth not:  
As sweet scents and perfumes comfort the brain and heart.  
As the Sun in winter, when it is farthest off from the Pole, is nearest the earth.  
As Lightning blasts all it meets with, but the Laurel Tree.  
As the Chirurgeon cuts, and searches before he heal the wound.  
As in Music, if the harmony of strings be not consonant, the sound is not sweet, nor acceptable to the tuneable Ears.  
As no man can behold the Sun, unless it be a little covered with a little cloud.  
As the head gives sense and motion to the members.  
As from the stock sap is derived to the graft, that it may live and grow.  
As a glass filled with an extreme strong liquor, cannot burst in sunder, not because of any antipathy that is between them, but because the Glass is not of sufficient strength to contain the liquor.  
As a Whore hath no more to do with her Husband, nor any thing of his, because of her breach of Wedlock.  
As they that come out of the clear Sun into the shadow, have their sight darkened.  
Like as when one looks on any thing in the air, they appear in their proper forms and colours, as they are, but if they be looked upon through a greeen glass, they all appear green.  
As the soul doth so quicken the body, that notwithstanding the Members of the same in themselves are but weak, yet they fall not quite to decay, as long as they have any participation with the soul.  
As the light of the Sun yields him no pleasure that is in a dark dungeon.  
As a Woman brings forth Children in sorrow.  
As the Ocean which is but one, is divided into parts, according to Regions and Countries against which it lieth.  
As the superfluous humours in the veins, are no parts of the body.  
As the Moon is not always visible being in her change.  
As the Hand cut from the Body dyeth, and wanteth life.  
As the Vine, or Garden, decayeth with overmuch heat or Drought, except after the planting thereof it be watred with showers.  
As men discern the weather by the wind.  
As Appelles the Painter much lamented if he missed one day without some line or picture.  
As Vines without lopping grow wild and fruitless.  
As a Tree bringeth forth, first leaves, than blossom●, than fruit.  
As water moderateth wine.  
As fire is an instrument of medecinall arts.  
As the body without the soul enjoyeth no life.  
As Roses and Lilies graw among thorns.  
As a Physician cureth a man by taking away his blood and ill humours, by cutting and searching the fl●sh.  
As the Hyena hearing the voice of a man speaking like a friend, and the mind of a Wolf devouring like a f●end.  
As the Panther, who with the sweetness of his breath and beauty of his Coat, allureth such beasts, within his compass, as he intendeth to uncase, and prey upon their Karkase.  
As the flattering Sirens, that sweetly sing the sailor's wrack; and the fowler's Pipe, that pleasantly playeth the Birds death.  
Like as the Grammar is the key of Knowledge, Logic the rule of reason; Rhetoric, the Mother of Eloquence; Music, the sweet recreations of wearied minds, astronomy, the secret knowledge of the nature and course of the Heavens: arithmetic, the art of numbering, and Geomitry, the art to work by rule, compass, weight, and measure.  
As very a coward as China●.  
As love is the bewitcher of the wit, the rebel to reason, the betrayer of resolution, and the defiler of the thoughts.  
Friendship is praise worthy of all men.  
Bought friends are seldom sure.  
Like unto arabian Ravens, who so long as they are full, do make a pleasant noise, but being empty, they yield a hideous cry,  
As anger is accompanied with ambition, and causeth a man for to slay himself.  
As Ajax, seeing that the Greecians had preferred Alises before him, and had bestowed upon him the armour of Achilles as a recompense of his wisdom, fell mad.  
Like Swallows that think every sunshine a Summer's day.  
Her mind is like the Tapers in janus' Temple, which once set on fire, burn till they consume themselves.  

To tender any thing to a Prince.  
MOst high and illustrious Prince, it may appear great boldness in me, to hope that the least beam of your love, should reflect on my unworthiness to cherish this imperfect & unworthy work of you● loyal & obedient subject; yet nevertheless, I humbly recommend it to your gracious protection; under which I enjoy all the felicities that moy be; & in which I can take joy of them al. If your highness will vouchsafe to accept it, who dares reject it? if allow it, who can reprove it? if protect it? what Momus barking, or Zoylus biting can any way hurt it, or annoy it? and thus most humbly craving pardon for this boldness, I cease to write, though I will not to wish, that your highness' felicities may never cease.   

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

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

Another.  
MAdam, there are no words significant enough to express how I honour your royal perfections, which render you beloved and respected of all the world; while I make it the chief employment of life, to attend upon your commands, which to obey, is perfect happiness.   

An humble address to a great Lord  
MY Lord, in regard of those many favours which your honour hath heaped on me, I am bound, not only to acknowledge my happiness therein, but also to desire that you would always reckon me in the number of your most obliged Servants.   

Other wise.  
My Lord, as it is a great happiness for me to come into your presence, and to offer my devotions to your excellency from the altar of an humble heart; so it will be an addition unto my felicity, if I may improve this present opportunity, to make tender of my service.   

Otherways,  
My Lord, it will become me, amongst others to acknowledge your many excellent virtues, amongst which your noble Clemency and humility are the chiefest, whereof, as others have had experience, so I doubt not but you will favourably accept the obligation and presentment of my humble service.   

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

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

Another.  
Most honoured Lord, May your excellencies will be pleased to permit me to exercise any small endeavours of rendering my duty to your Honour, in expectation that Heaven will favour me so far, as to grant me opportunities, whereby I may make appear in effect, the desires I have to present you with my best service and endeavours.   

A Letter of thankfulness for entertaining a friend.  
SIr, mine humble thankfulness knows nor how to express itself otherwise, than in the sending of you enclosed in a Letter, my hearty prayers for the increase of your health and prosperity: Sir, no absence nor employment, can make me forget my humble service and due respects unto you, to whom I never can be sufficiently grateful, such noble respects and favours I have received from you, as the least of them deserves my small praises and best services, which assuredly shall never be wanting to you from,  
Your sincerely devoted in all duty, etc.   

Another Letter: How to send a a token to a friend.  
Sir,  
IN token of a thankful heart, for your courtesies showed towards me, behold, I do here send this poor token, most humbly beseeching you to take it in good part, not weighing the value of the thing, which is of no value, but the simple and good mind and meaning of  
Your ever obliged Sarvant, etc.   

To entreat a courtesy of a friend.  
A. SIR, as necessity hath no Law, so it hath no shame for contrary to my disposition, I must become an importunate suitor unto you.  
A. Sir, name it, it must be something more than I know of, which I can deny you, who are always modest in your requests.  
A. Sir, I fear I shall give you occasion to report the contrary; I will desire you to lend me your horse, to caraway a little treasure by moonshine.  
A. I do not well understand you, pray interpret yourself, and disguise not your meaning.  
A. Sir, I would desi●e you to dispense with me in a matter that concerns me near; I am to bear away the Usurer's daughter, and carry her where she shall remain private, till storms be blown over: Pardon me, that I have no sooner made you acquainted with my purpose.  
A. I will be ready to assist you; and since your fortune may receive addition from any service of mine, my horse, were he the Muses Pegasus, he should be your servant, it is but to carry away a piece of live Venison, that's a mean trespass, Cupid hath enough in his park.  
A. I am glad you are so pleasant, and do so well apprehend my intents, I was afraid, lest my purpose being known (which was manifest in me to deliver) I should have suffered repulse, and have been blamed by you for my bold attempt.  
A. No sir, I do account it in you a bravery of mind that you dare aspire to reach a fortune, and pluck the Golden apples of Hesperides, watched by the old Dragon the Usurer: But I would not have you lose time in talk● I will bid the Groom prepare my horse ready for your employment.  
A. Sir, The whole service of my life cannot require your kindness; for since you have granted this request so willingly, I shall own my good fortune to your favourable assistance.  
A. Sir, I will pray that your attempt may be prosperous, for I shall rejoice in your happiness, as much as in mine own: Therefore my best wishes shall be your good Genius, to wait on you, while my prayers solicit heaven for your happy success.  
A. Sir, you have expressed yourself a noble friend, and when this business is past, all the study of my life shall be, to show my thanfulness to you.  
A. Sir, I wish nothing, but that you may obtain your desires.   

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

To woo a coy, scornful Maid.  Aym. 
LEt not my love be misconstrued for presumption, if I once again strive to warm your affection, by declaring unto you, how much I honour your perfection; pray at last be merciful, and do not still reward my love with cold disdain.  Maid. 
Sir, I know that men have powerful Language, but I am none of those young ones; you are deceived, if you think that fine Musk words can sweeten me up to betray myself, and for my beauty I would not have you dote on that; it suffices me without commendation.  Aym. 
Should I not commend what all admire, I were much too blame.  Maid. 
Sir, Wise men admire nothing, for if I were beautiful, what is beauty but a fading flower, blasted often with too much breathing on, and cannot grow safely upon the stalk of Virginity, because every one will be reaching forth to gather it? Pray excuse me if I prevent such a danger, for love and I are quite fallen out.  Aym. 
Let me reconcile you to a good opinion of a chaste love: there is no greater happiness than the sacred Union of Hearts, especially, when long and humble suits conquer disdain; and so I hope, perseverance will at last Crown me with your love, and bring you to entertain my desire with a mutual affection.  Maid. 
Sir, If you would be more thrifty of your breath, you may spend it to better purpose; for you may intimate your desires, and make tedious discourses. But in a word, I shall never love you.  Aym. 
O say not so, you know not how much misery those few words would bring upon me; for hope, grounded on your gentle disposition, hath hitherto kept me alive, and made me walk like a faint shadow, whilst in my chamber I am like a mourner with a Taper by me, watching my own funeral, and I will dwell there in a mist of sighs, and all this for your sake.  Maid. 
Sir, I hope you will not accuse me of your death; pray shake of this love, and I will then acknowledge your kindness, in ceasing to trouble me with complaints; Learn wisdom, that will cure all distempers.  Aym. 
Yet while I live I will attend upon you, and when I am dead, I will visit yo●●n a dream, and tell you you were a civil Maid. 〈◊〉 ●●clude, let one parting kiss, seal my transport to Eli●●●●, and I am gone.  Maid, 
Sir, since you are so resolute, I will strive to give you a better answer at your next return.  Aym. 
In confidence of that happiness, I will presume to visit you again, and live to be your servant.   

A jesting discourse with a maid.  Aymer 
COme, why will you be an enemy to yourself, and let modesty keep you still in the state of virginity I came to offer my service, to help you out of this trouble.  Maid. 
You are very kind, but I like my present estate: Maids are happy.  Aym. 
Alas! poor ignorance, dost thou talk of happiness? I tell thee, until thou art married, thou art but a cipher, and of no account.  Maid. 
O sir, You are deceived; our hearts, are free from the passion of love, retain a world of happiness, being exempted from any wanto Knowledge, for maids dying in their present condition, do all go to heaven.  Aym. 
You are deceived, their punishment: is to lead apes in hell, and therefore to avoid this; be kind while you may, and accept of a friendly offer.  Maid. 
What offer?  Aym. 
Lest it should raise a blush upon your cheek, I will whisper it into your ear— you understand.  Maid. 
Take heed sir, lest while you sergeant a flame you kindle a real fire, I bear too much, thy infectious words have betrayed a base ignoble mind.  Aym. 
Why? I did but tell you a truth: I had thought you had been more intelligent, and would not have scared at a bold word.  Maid. 
Nay farewell.  Aym. 
Pardon me, all I have spoken was to try your temper, and having found you both wise and witty, I will desire you in a fair manner to grant me your love, which I only desire; and though I did appear rash and wanton, you shall find me worthy of your affections.   

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

To salute a friend newly arrived from a journey.  Alex. 
Sir, When first the news of your return had arrived to my knowledge, I was heigtned with an earnest desire to behold you, and prevent other of your friends, by the first tender of my service, that as my love towards you, doth exceed theirs in true perfect sincerity, so it might in place obtain priority, and show how ambitious I am of your favour.  Aym. 
Sir, You still continue your former nobleness, making it your chief aim to exceed others in perfection of mind; otherwise I had an intention to visit you; but it is your desire and happiness. to overcome others in kindness, for which, I can but return you thanks, and acknowledge you a worthy friend.  Alex. 
Sir, you make too good an interpretation of my rash presumption, but it is held, that friends have but one soul in two bodies, therefore when I behold you, I enjoy the other half of myself, besides, after long absence, your company must needs be more precious, so that I had both love and reason on my side, to persuade me to come and visit you.  Aym. 
Sir, I want words to express my mind, or to argue a case in love, but in my opinion, I ought to have visited you first, in regard I am very much obliged unto you: But to proceed no farther in ceremony let us discourse of some other affairs; I will be bold to inquire how all our friends do?  Alex. 
Sir, some of them hath undergone change of fortunes, and therein declared an invincible strength of mind● but heaven be thanked, all that honour and respect you, are living and in health.  Aym. 
Sir, I am wonderful glad to hear of it, and I shall rejoice exceedingly, when I meet any of my old acquaintance; I hope I am not altogether lost unto their remembrance, they will know me certainly.  Alex. 
Sir, travel hath not wrought much change in you● but I detain you too long I fear, from your rest.  Aym. 
Sir, were I tired with travel, as I am not; ye● your company would very much refresh me.  Alex. 
Sir, I will crave your pardon at this time, I know o tarry longer would be troublesome unto you, but to morrow I will wait on you again.   

To entertain a friend who is come to vis●● one.  Alex. 
SIR, I am most glad to see you, though I have no other entertainment for you, but a kind welcome.  Aym. 
Sir, I expect no more; I come to give you a visit, and to be happy in your society; for in the general, I do find none that can suit my disposition so well as yourself  Alex. 
Sir, say what you please of me, I am vowed to your service; and your loving visitation is an addition to your many other kindnesses.  Aym. 
Sir, all that I acknowledge, is a will to do you service; but I have been slow in producing the effects, hereafter I will study to deserve.  Alex. 
Sir it is your ingenius goodness to decline the acknowledgement of your own virtue and deserts, far surpassing my merits, for 'tis I am bound to be your servant.  Aym. 
Sir, it is I that am obliged to you by many strong ties of affection, from which the service of my life cannot disengage me; but I have trespassed against manners, pray take the chair.  Alex. 
Sir, will you please to sit first, for it is an honour for me to wait your pleasure.  Aym. 
Sir, I am provided, but if it may not appear too much boldness, what was the adamant that drew you, or occasion that made you so kind to visit my lodging?  Alex. 
Sir, I shall tell you, I came not to borrow money, or to force your good nature to any thing beyond civility, but only to keep our love and amity fresh and in perfect strength, by a visit and some conference.  Aym. 
Sir, you have chosen a bad opportunity, my affairs carry me away from my friends, besides the obligation of my word to a Lady, to attend upon he● thi● day.  Alex. 
Sir, I will choose some other time to wait upon you.  Aym. 
Sir, I will attend upon you, if I might know the place, and hour, where to meet you.  Alex. 
Sir, I will not put you to that trouble, it will become me rather to wait on you.  Aym. 
Pardon me Sir, I am much obliged to you.  Alex. 
Sir, I am your servant.  Aym. 
Sir, I am the servant of your servants, pray remember my respects to all my friends.  A. 
Sir, I will be yours, in that, and all other services   

To woce a fair young Gentlewoman.  A. 
PArdon me, Lady, if I presume to speak what ● have hitherto with much affection conceale● from you knowledge.  
There is a Gentleman that hath beheld your heavenly beauty; and with his judgement clearly discerned you● virtues, the ornaments of your mind, these have produced in him strange effects, so that in spite of his own reason, or dissuasion of friends, he is violently compelled to speak truth.  Penel. 
Sir, call you this an affliction? 'tis a happiness to speak and hear truth.  Aym. 
Do you hold that opinion? then I will convince yo● by your own Expressions: For if it be a happiness to hear tr●t● than I hope you will pardon me, if being compelled by th● strength of my passion, I do truly tell you that I have place● my affection wholly upon you; or as they commonly say, I ●● love you.  Pen. 
Sir, I am sorry that you have made me th● object of your love; I know your Birth and Person ma● deserve one of greater account, and therefore I a● amazed at the unexpected novelty of your mot●● 〈◊〉 imagining, but your bosom had been free from any flame, let your wisdom then suppress it, lest your love become fruitless in the event.  Aym. 
I will not be discouraged by your first answer▪ for neither are you beneath me in quality, who am your servant; neither can it appear to you so strange a matter, that I should be taken with your beauty, which others admire, though it be my fortune only to be bolder than the rest, and I hope not unwelcome.  Pen. 
Sir, I would not have you cherish any uncertain hope; nor build any assurance, where you have but a sandy foundation; Love cannot be compelled▪ but must ●low from the spring of natural desire; b●● I find in myself no inclination to entertain your a●●●ction; therefore you must pardon me if I deny you● suit, which is not in my power to grant.  Aym. 
Nothing is impossible to love; for if you wo●● believe that I bear a noble and constant affection ●●wards you, you would soon overcome this difficulty, 〈◊〉 incline your mind to reward my affection with your ●avour.  Pen. 
Sir, I am confident that your affection is ri●●● and perfect, nor seeking under a fair and coloura●●● pretence to betray me; I cannot force myself to comen● to your motion, being utterly ignorant in love matter●● therefore excuse me till time and consideration shal● enforce me to answer your desire.  Aym. 
I am comforted, that you have not utterly denied my suit, I hope at my next visit, to receive more encouragement, till than I take my leave, and presume only to breathe my heart upon your hand, or if you please, your lip, desiring you to remember me in your absence,   

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

To court a Gentlewoman in the way of Marriage.  Eugenius. 
Mistress, I doubt not but that you will judge me as rash as bold; but I beseech you by your Divine beauty, which glistereth in your fair eyes, to excuse my audacity, and to pardon my temereity, which have emboldened me to come and present unto you, my most humble and most affectionate service.  Calia. 
Sir, I am sorry that I have not the honour to know you, and I marvel that you will offer service to me that of all am most unworthy.  Eugen. 
Mistress, it is the sweetness of your natural goodness, that causeth you to speak so humbly of yourself.  Calia. 
Pardon me sir, I speak nothing but what I know to be most clear truth.  Eugen. 
Lady, The singular modesty which I have heard you express in your language, gives me a hope that you will entertain my intentions, not as harsh and disconsonant, but agreeable and consonant, and that in time I shall obtain your grace and favour.  Calia. 
Sir, If there were any graces in me, they proceed from you, and with such expressions you honour yourself.  Eugen. 
Mistress, you are pleased thus to oblige me to a greater estimation of you, which makes you more amiable, and me more affectionate towards you: I therefore beseech you to believe, that my intentions were never otherwise than chaste and virtuous, and that I never had any other end than honesty. Did you think ●rue to have framed some design prejudicial to your honour? I had rather lose my being, than entertain any such thought; so firm is my resolution, for ever to continue your faithful and most obedient servant, as the effects shall make evident, whensoever your commands shall call upon me.  Calia. 
I humbly thank you sir, with my best affection, as also for the pains you have taken for one that no way merits such favours, I being your very humble servant.  Eugenius. 
Lady, It is I that am so deeply engaged to you, that I am disenabled to quit myself of the obligation; and therefore (most fair Mistress) I beseech and conjure you, to make use of my service and me, in whatsoever you shall judge me acceptable to serve you; and in the mean time, after a million of recommendations, I will be bold to take my leave of you and will leave my heart with you, as an hostage and pledge of fidelity and constancy.  Calia. 
Farewell sir, and I give you humble thanks for this your loving visit.  Eug. 
I hope to see you again, and very speedily, where for the ptesent I must leave you.  Calia. 
Sir, so far as your intentions shall continue good and your suits lawful, you shall always find the doors open; and also to gentlemen like yourself, who shall not want the best entertainment, according to my ability, & n that regard you shall not oftener come, than be wel●ome.  Eugen. 
Lady I do assure you, that I now go to elongate myself from the bright day, and confine myself into an abyss of melanchollick darkness: for I dare be bold to protest unto you, that without you, I enjoy not the light: and therefore all the time of this sad absence's will be so tedious to me, that moments will be hours; the hours days; and the days will be ages, unless it be so, that the experience of being in your favour, be my sole consolation, which will arm me with a resolute patience.  Calia. 
You speak strong lines, sir; but it may be you are not so passionate as your words pretend; Farewell sir, till our next meeting.  Eugen. 
Mistress, You do wrong to your beauty, and to my love, which is faithful and loyal; but I hope that time will make me appear to be more largely what I am; and seeing necessity constrains me to retire from you, I will never retreat from that affection which your fair eyes have darted in my soul: and so Lady adieu till my next review, which I assure you shall be assoon as possible I can.   

Upon her absence.  EVgenius. 
I protest to you, my fairest, that I could never have believed that the torments of true affection could have been so miserable; for I dare swear to thee, by those fair eyes, the stars of my fortunes, that I dwelled with impatiency and sorrows till I saw you.  C. 
It is impossible sir, surely I can hardly believe it.  Eug. 
Mistress I beseech you to believe it, if you please, for I assure you that I could no longer endure, nor support the violent and troublesome tediousness, which I endured in the time of your long absence, the object of my good, and sole content being removed.  C. 
Sir, it may very well be, for you seem very passionate in your expressions.  Eugen. 
I protest that it is impossible for me to take any complacency in the world, but in that only that flatters my affection, and in the aspect of your ra●e form and most excellent beauty.  C. 
It pleaseth you to term it so; you are delighted in laughing at me, as you may at one that enjoyeth not the least glimpse of beauty in herself.  Eugen. 
Wherein, my dearest, should you conceive so of me; I do assure you, with the better part of my soul, that I should be miserable, did I not really speak what my affections suggest as truth: Know, Lady, that you see a man that is wholly yours, and deserves not to live, but for you and to do you service: But that which troubleth me most, is, That of necessity I must absent myself from you upon a very urgent occasion, but I beseech you to believe a●d conceive so of me, that whithersoever I go, I shall carry with me the lively delineaments of your perfections, and that I shall not live but by the idea of your beauty, with perfect resolution of obeying you; and therefore (my sweetest) adieu for a while, and for the present have me excused, that I cannot enjoy the felicity of your most desired company, but must take my leave abruptly.  C. 
I infinitely thank you, and bid you also farewell, wishing you also a safe return.   

An interchange of Ceremonies at parting with a friend, taking a long Journey.  
SIR, I am very sorry that my affairs do compel me to take my leave of you, from whom I have rece●ved so many benefits, which have bound me in many ties ever to ●erve you, neither have I any way left to satisfy myself in requiting your former kindnesses, but to acknowledge them far above my requital, and to desire you that you would both receive the tender of my humble service, and command me in something, whereby I might express how much I honour your desert.  
Sir, I cannot choose but grieve that you must now be divided from us by a tedious journey; yet since he loves himself better than his friend, that will not yield to any thing for his good; I am content in that respect to lose your company a while, wishing you a prosperous journey, and that in your absence you would remember me, who will always in my daily prayers, solicit heaven for your safe return, desiring to be excused for your poor entertainment, which, perhaps, makes you desirous to be gone.  
Sir, Pardon me, the entertainment I have found, was far above my desert; for which I render you a million of thanks. There remains nothing now, but than you honour me with your commands.  
Sir, I entreat you make not so great haste to be gone  
Sir, I could willingly defer my journey, to enjo your company, but the wind stands fair for France therefore let us conclude all Ceremonies.  
Sir, Since you must dispense with your departure, do us the courtesy to revive our drooping minds w●th the good Tidings of your safe arrival in France.  
Sir, Be assured I cannot be unmindful of you, nor of my other Friends, to whom I entreat you to commend me, since I cannot take my leove of them in particular.  
Sir, I am glad you will do me that favour, to give me any employment in your absence, I will perform your desires.  
Sir, I can but thank you for your love, in bringing me to my ship, which is a trouble that you would take upon you, though on my part undeserved.  
S●r, I am happy to serve you in any thing; God send you a prosperous voyage.  
Sir, I doubt not but I shall arrive in safety, trouble yourself no farther, since I cannot remain with you to requite your kindness.  
Sir, Since you will needs have it so, I will bid you farewell, with all the affection of constant mind.   

To invite one to dinner.  Alex. 
PRay let me prevail so far with you to entreat your company to dinner.  Clor. 
Sir, I humbly thank you for your courtesy; but my business will not permit me, therefore I desire to be excused.  Alex. 
Nay good Sir, let me not be denied, I must confess indeed your cheer will not be worthy of your stay, but you shall be hearty welcome.  Clor. 
Sir, I should willingly obey your desire, but I fear to be too bold.  Alex. 
Sir, You shall be most welcome, you shall command in my house as in your own.  Clor. 
Your offer is so large and courteous, that I must yield to wait on you, for you have overcome me in ceremony, but you will draw upon yourself many inconveniences.  Alex. 
Sir, You will find but course far, but such as it is, pray esteem yourself most hearty welcome to, in a real manner without compliment.  Clor. 
Sir, Here is much plenty, and you wrong yourself to excuse your cheer, whereof there is so great abundance, that unless you would have provided, all the Variety that was in Noah's Ark, I know not how it could be exceeded.  Alex. 
It is your favour to commend and accept of any thing, but pray excuse me, once more I desire it; if I had been certain of your honouring my house with your presence, would have made better preparation for your ●n●ertainment.  Clor. 
Sir, I desire you rather to excuse my boldness, in putting you to so much trouble; you may perceive that I think myself welcome by my liberal feeding; I am no mincing Bride, whose thoughts of eating are took away with the conceit of the night following.  Alex. 
I beseech you spare not, I am glad to see you so pleasant, and to increase your mirth, I will drink to you a health in wine, in hope you will pledge me.  Clor. 
Sir, they say there is truth in wine, and if there be truth in wine, I will find it out, let the health be never so deep.  Alex. 
I thank you for doing me this piece of justice, I pray see if you can make up a dinner, otherwise I know not how to be excused for inviting you.  Clor. 
Sir, to decline ceremony, you have most worthily feasted me, and honoured me so much, that I must ever acknowledge your exceeding boun●y and courtesy.   

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

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

To offer service to a young Maid.  AYMER. 
Seeing you are alone, I would willingly atten● on you, if you please to accept of my service.  Maid. 
It is more than I desite or deserve, and it would appear boldness in me to accept of a stranger's company; For it is not for me to entertain all shows and offers of kindness, I can but thank you for your good will, I am not far distant from mine own home.  Aym. 
I pray let me bear you company, and by the way make me happy in some discourse, resolve me one question, w●re you ever in love?  Maid. 
Though it be no manners to answer one question with demanding another, yet will I presume to ask you if you were never in love.  Aym. 
Fair one, from thence springs my unhappiness, I am too forward in these desires, I have beheld many beauties, but you have prevailed more than the rest, to conquer my affection, and I must acknowledge that in meeting you, I have met death or life.  Maid. 
Pray speak in plain terms; I am ignorant of your meanings  Aym. 
I desire you then, know and believe, that I am already far in love with you; and I hope you will not scorn my sudden motion, if I should desire you to reward my love with your favour, and by the way let me entreat you, to th●nk that heaven have pointed our strange accidental meeting, and gave me boldness to petition your favour and affection, which I hope you will grant.  Maid. 
Sir, I know not ●n this case how to give an answer that may procure your content, but I desire you to importune me no farther, but grant me time to consider your motion, and this is my father's house, wh●ther if you pease to come hereafter, I will str●ve to resolve ●ou, howsoe●er you shall be welcome.  Aym. 
But before I lose your presence, which is my chiefest happiness, let me tell you, that when you go, you bear away my heart with you, and I shall only languish in sorrow till I visit you again.  Maid. 
Pray sir do not hold me any longer in discourse, there are many jealous eyes that do watch an occasion to expose me to censures, for maintaining with you such an usual familiarity; let me entreat you, as you tender my credit, to leave me.  Aym. 
I must obey you, honour me with an ordinary salutation, and I will vanish like a shadow, and return again to wait on you, who are the substance of my life.   

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

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

The Lover's farewell.  Leonora. 
ALas! Sir, is this the hour that the sever● rigour of your absence must eclipse my day● of their bright Beams? O how this sa● ●ews doth fire my spirits! and not without reason, since ●ou (to whom I had wholly consecrated myself) will not ●ouchsafe a merciful eye on my sufferings for your absence's.  Florestan. 
Mistress, fear not, but rest assured, that so long ●is Life will give leave to enjoy the Sun's brightness, never ●hall any other have power over me; do me only this favour, ●hat having given you these new assurances of my fidelity, ●ou would be pleased to render me some real promises of ●ours. Besides I protest to you, Lady, I will never acknowledge other light tha● yours, no more than the earth doth, any more than the Sun and Moon.  Leon. 
Sir, they are no false Promises that I have made you, but true Assurances, drawn from my heart by the force of my passion. And know, that all things ●eie beneath, shall sooner change their natural inclinations, than in me shall be seen any alteration from the resolution I have made, to love you, heaven itself be my witness.  Florest. 
If, M●stris, you love me thus; let your mind be confident of an equal truth from me; and should you doubt of my affection's, I will give you my soul for a pledge, and my heart for a sacr●fice, to show you that my wo●ds ar● unfeigned; be pleased therefore, to accept of this small gift, not as a thing worthy ●f merit, but only as a sufficient testimony of my good will, fidelity, and faithful love towards you; it being a thing so small and unworthy of you, it will therefore be the more commendable in you to account. of it.  Leon. 
Sir, I give you infinite thanks, and withal, do beseech you al●o ●o receive this in requital, for a remembrance of me, which is of a smaller value; be but pleased to take it in good part from her, who from henceforth shall not live, but through your sole remembrance.  Flor. 
Tha ks to you, sweetest, the gift truly is pleasing to me, but the giver much more.  Leon. 
But Sir, is there no means to stay you for a little time, that I might enjoy your presence, which stands me instead of light and life, therefore your ●bence will invelope me with darkness, and bring upon me (poor soul that I am) a thousand grievous deaths.  Flor. 
M●stris, I hope not so, for I am constrained through necessity of my business, to departed hence.  Leon. 
O, I see now too well, that that Constancy of you s, which I trusted to for remedy of my troubled thoughts, is vanished, to give present vent to my plaints, which you shall receive with my sighs and tears, for true and burning testimonies of the sorrow I have, to see myself about to be forsaken by him, by whom only I breathe  Flor. 
Mistress, I swear to you, my heart is alike touched with such strokes, for this our parting, that I can hardly breathe for grief of it, and do already see I have lost myself, in the loss of the sight of your starlike Beauty. For I▪ am sure, ●hat once absent from your luminous aspect, each pleasure will be tome a subject of grief and sorrow. However, since it will not be otherwise, I shall so part with you, as that my life shall ever be at your service, and so farewell, dear Mistress, live still happy and content, whilst I languish unfortunate, though most constant; let not then my remoteness alter your mind, more than it shall shake the resolution I have long since made, to live and die yours; as for mine own part, I shall not think myself absent from you, so long as I am longed in you● heart and memory.  L on. 
Farewell, Sir, you possess my Soul; and I do even leave it in your power, conserve it for a more hap e sea●on than th●● of parting; and in the mean space, have p tty of all the bloody griefs, which the mere apprehension of your absence, makes me already feel so vehemently, for I think it very strange to leave you, whose company is dearer to me than my life. But to make an end of this discourse, I do beseech, you Sir, and let me conjure you by the sweetness of that love I have horn you, and will all my life long devote to you, in respect of my cruel fears, to write often to me, during the unhappy time of your absence, for in reading of your Letters, I shall persuade myself that I am not wholly deprived of you, or lost to your memory.  Florestan. 
I vow to you Mistress, I will give to you so many Letters for confirmation of my loyalty, and the love I bear you, th●t you shall have no cause to mistrust. And as the Divine Creator, hath made you the fairest and most accomplished, that he also make you the most pitiful to retain me in your most desired favour, that I may be able continually to witness how violent my affections are toward you.  Lad. 
Heaven grant you may be as faithful to me, as I am to you; and give you as much quiet and contentment as you take from me. But what should I say more? I must cease to remember you of the force and heat of my affections, but not to entreat you to pity my martyrdom; and that wheresoever you are, to be mindful of me. And so once more I entreat the Deity to grant you such prosperity, that your fortunes may parallel your perfection.  Flor. 
Rest assured (sweet Mistress) to be beloved of me, ●hough not equal to your merit, to which height it is imposble my affections should raise itself.   

COMPLEMENTAL POEMS.  

On the beauty of his Mistress.  
BRighter than inside Barks of new-hewen Cedar,  
Sweeter than flames of fire perfumed with mirth,  
And comelier than the Silver clouds that dance  
On Zephyrus' wings, before the queen oth'Spring:  
'Tis she doth teach those Torches to burn bright:  
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night,  
As a rich Jewel in the Aethiop's ear,  
Beauty too rich for use, for love more dear;  
So doth a snowy Dove, trooping with Crows,  
As this my Mistress, o'er her fellow shows:  
Since her whole body's frame hath power t'have moved  
The chaste Hippolytus for to have loved.  
In sum, her parts are white as Milk,  
As smooth as Ivory, and as soft as silk.  
O! who can her perfections tell,  
In whom alone all graces dwell?   

On her hair.  
Her hairs reflex with red streaks paint the Skies,  
Stars fall to fetch fresh lustre from her eyes:  
Whilst that those golden threads play with her breath,  
Showing life's triumph in the map, of death.   

On her locks.  
Her locks being plaited like a piece of wool,  
Are full of sweet, as sweet of sweets is full.   

On her Forehead.  
Her stately front was figured from above,  
Majestic, fair, well polished, high and pale,  
Pure white that dim s the Lilies of the Valerius   

On her face.  
Her face like Cynthea's when in the full she shines,  
And blustering to her Love-mates bower declineth.  
Such brightness hath her angel's face,  
Can make a Sunshine in a shady place.   

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

On her Eyebrows and ch●●ks.  
Each Eyebrow hangs like Iris in the sk●es,  
On either Cheek a Rose and Lillie lies.   

Another on her Eyebrows and breath.  
Her bright Brows drive the Sun to Clouds beneath,  
Sweet Morn and Evening dews fall from her breath.   

On her Eyelids.  
Her arches be two heavenly l●ds:  
Whose winks each bold attempt forbids.   

On her Eyes.  
Her eyes the contradictors of the night;  
Like marigolds, unsheathe their glorious light.   

Another on the same.  
Two jettie sparks where Cupid chaftly hides  
His subtle shafts, that from his quiver glides,  
Piercing the hearts of others, yet they be  
Unhappy, since themselves they cannot see.   

On her smiles.  
Her smiles so sweet and nice:  
On each do make a heavenly Paradise   

On her cheeks.  
Her cheeks with ripened lilies steeped in wine,  
Or gorgeous Clouds upon the Suns decline.   

Another on the sam●.  
Her cheeks with kindly Claret spread,  
Aurora like new out of bed.   

On her nose and breath.  
Her nose is straight and of a stately frame.  
Her breath a sweet perfume a holy flame.   

On her chin.  
Her crystal chin like to the purest white  
Is lover's pavilion and the boys delight.   

On her Ears  
On these Meanders if you gaze,  
You soon will read a lover's maze.   

On her lips.  
Her lips like Roses over-wa●ht with dew,  
Do by their breath their beauties still renew.   

On h●r lips and Neck.  
H●r lips more red than Coral stone,  
Her neck's more white than aged Swans that moan,  
O! who those ●uddie lips can miss,  
Which blessed still themselves do kiss?   

On her Mouth.  
Sweet mouth that send'st a musick-rosied breath,  
Whose very word darts me a living death.   

On her mouth and teeth.  
Within the compass of this hollow sweet,  
Thos orient rankss of silver pearls do meet.   

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

On her tongue and words.  
Her words do fall like summer dews on me,  
Her tongue strikes Music's sweetest harmony.   

On her teeth.  
Her lips ne'er part, but they show,  
Of precious pearl a double row.   

On her speech.  
In all her words such virtues couched be,  
The learned thence fetch their Philosophy.   

On her voice.  
A voice which doth the Thrushes shrilness stain.  
And makes declining nature young again.   

On her neck.  
Her necks an Ivory shining Tower,  
Or like delight that doth itself devour.   

On her shoulders.  
These parching squares with silver skin,  
Do pass the hate-spot-Ermaline.   

On her arms.  
Her twinlike arms, that stainless pair,  
Fit for a King's embraces are.   

On her hands.  
Her azured veins do use to stray,  
With pretty Cupid's every way:  
Moist Pearl, warm snow, pure Ivory,  
Within these strange compacts do lie.   

On her fingers.  
Long, small, and fit for Orpheus' Lute,  
Which made the savage Tiger mute.   

On her actions.  
Her deeds are like great clusters of ripe grapes  
Which load the branches of the fruitful vine,  
Ostering to fall into each mouth that gapes,  
And fill the same with store of costly wine.   

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

On her Paps.  
Her Paps like two fair apples in their prime,  
From those blessed sweets, love sucks his summertime.   

On her good Thought.  
Her mindful Breasts perfumes with Fr●nckinsense,  
And sweetest odours every fainting sense.   

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

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

On her navel.  
Her love delights the wand'ring thought  
Whilst that my eyes astray are brought:  
Since nature here would fain unite,  
In curious circles busy fight.   

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

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

On her Thighs.  
These are the subjects that do fit  
The Genius of an Ovid's wit;  
Whose branches smooth, as in a Glass,  
Our Albion's Cliffs in whiteness pass.   

On her Knees.  
These Knots of joy, and Gems of love,  
With motion makes all graces move.   

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

On the small of her legs.  
View but her Atlus smallest small,  
More white than whitest bone of all.   

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

A last of his Mistress' perfections.  
She hath Venus' lip and eye,  
With Diana's chastity,  
In those parts I have revealed,  
Venus' beauty is expressed;  
Yet there are some parts concealed  
Which my fancy judgeth best.   

The conclusion.  
Thus every part impairs a grace,  
And beauty dwells in every place.   

Loves Month.  
May is not loves month, May is full of flowers,  
But dropping Aprill-love is full of showers.   

Definition of love.  
Love is a friend, a fire, a heaven, a hell,  
Where pleasure, pain, & sad repentance dwell.   

Love will out.  
The light of hidden fire itself discovers:  
And love that's concealed bewrays poor lovers.   

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

On the constancy of affections.  
Love well is said to be a life in death,  
That laughs, and weeps, and all within one breath.   

Lover's Lottery.  
The World's a Lottery, a Lover's prize,  
Is such a Girl that's fair, that's chaste & wise.   

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

What love is.  
Love is a Golden Bubble full of Dreams,  
That waking breaks and fills us with extremes.   

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

Vows of Lovers.  
We know not how to love, till love unblinde us;  
And vows made ignorantly can ne'er bind us.   

On the purity of their affections.  
Needs must Venus wars be sweet,  
When two Maiden-lovers meet.   

Impossibility of concealing love.  
The light of hidden fire itself discovers,  
And love that is concealed betrays poor lovers.   

On one sick with love.  
Where Venus strikes with beauty to the quick,  
Great are the cares of those that are lovesick.   

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

What love is.  
Love is a subtle influence,  
Whose smallest force still hangeth in suspense.   

Love admits of no contrary arguments.  
Love hates all arguments, disputing still  
For sense against reason, with a senseless will.   

What love is.  
Love is a blinded God, an angry Boy,  
A slave to beauties will, a witless toy,  
A ravening bird, tyrant most unjust;  
A private hell, a very sea of lust.   

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

On sudden affection.  
From hasty love see thou abstain,  
'Tis lust (not love) thou seeks thus to obtain.   

The effects of love.  
This is the least effect of Cupid's dart,  
To change the mind by wounding of the heart.   

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

The parting of Lovers.  
Love goes to love as Schoolboys from their Books  
But love from love; toward School with heavy looks   

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

Love's wounds.  
One was the bow, One was the Dart,  
That wounded us both to the heart;  
Then since we both do feel one pain,  
Let one love cure us both again.   

The constancy of lovers.  
Once learn to love, the lesson is most plain,  
And being learned is never lost again,   

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

Of Music and love.  
As without breath no pipe doth move:  
No music's kindly without love.   

A loving conjunction.  
The day unto my hope doth now shine fair,  
I and my love, in love united are.   

Love finds an opportunity.  
When love hath knit two hearts in unity,  
They seldom fail to find and opportunity.   

Offers of love not to be refused.  
Occasion's winged, and ever flieth fast,  
Coming she smiles, and frowns once being past.   

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

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

To his M●stris on her expected humiliation from him for a rude Kiss.  
●f that I must such penance do,  
●'le bow unto no Saint but you.   

On the Tears of Lovers.  
●n sighs the Lover speaks his secret pains,  
Tears are his Oratory, words do make him tremble,  
●et women's tears fall when they most dissemble.   

On frozen affection.  
There where the heart's Attorney once is mute,  
The Client breaks as desperate off his suit.   

Of true and false love.  
True love's a Saint, so shall you true love know;  
False love's a Scythian, yet a Saint in show.   

Love breaks all silence.  
What Fish so dumb, what Beast so dull of heart,  
That hears love sing and will not bear a part?   

No business like that of love.  
The fair, the false love can  
admit, all but the busy man:  
He that hath business, and makes love, does do  
●uch wrong, as if a married man should woe.   

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

The beginning of love.  
●air beauty is the spark of hot desire,  
And sparks in time will kindle to a fire.   

On a Lover's adversity.  
As the Stars in darkelt night,  
So love by suffering shines more bright:  
For like unto a hidden flame,  
It will at last break forth again,   

On lust.  
Lust makes Oblivion, beateth reason back,  
Forgetteth shames pure blush, and honour's wrack.   

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

A cruel M●stris.  
Nothing so ill becomes the fair  
As cruelty, which yields unto no prayer.   

On Coyness.  
A wayward beauty doth not fancy move,  
A frown forbids, a smile engendereth love.   

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

Another.  
Hope and despair attend a Lover still,  
Hope for to save, despair to kill.   

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

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

On chastity.  
The unstained vail which innocents' adorn,  
The ungathered rose defended with the thorn.   

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

A chaste Vow.  
To thee as constant as the Sun to day,  
Till from this light night hurries me away.   

Protestations of service.  
I have vowed both love and duty,  
To your virtue and your beauty.   

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

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

On his desires.  
What can be said, that lovers cannot say?  
Desire can make a Doctor in a day.   

On hand and heart.  
Heaven seals that faith which firmly stands,  
And joins our hands with hearts, our hearts with hands   

On Misfortune.  
The man that still amidst misfortunes stands,  
Is sorrows slave, and bound in lasting bands.   

On fate.  
They fall which trust to Fortune's fickle wheel,  
But stayed by virtue men shall never reel.   

On disdain.  
In high disdain love is a base desire,  
And Cupid's Flames is but a watery fire.     

A Knot of most Excellent Letters Wherein is laid open all the Perfections, or art of Complementing, or inditing any Epistle or Love-Letters.  

A letter of a loving father to his son before his death.  
MY Son, thou art now coming into the world that I am going out of, and yet before my departure, I thought fit to write a few lines unto thee, what are (I hope) needful for thee to have a care of, whilst thou livest in it; I know thou wilt not break thy bread all in one house, feed always of one dish, nor live always in one place; & therefore let me give thee a little kind admonition in this short Letter, for thy carriage in all courses; the Court is a place of more charge than ease; the City-Gawds of more pleasure than worth, and the Country sports of more pleasure than profit, yet is there no service to the King, no dwelling to the City, nor pleasure to the Country, but all the weight of the worth of them is in the hand of wisdom, who in the knowledge of the use of them, makes the best esteem of them: but lest I am too tedious, and long lessons may overcharge the memory, take this one rule for thy learning, in all, and thou shalt find it good in ●ore than a few; Whersoever thou goest, note the best: choose the best, and keep the best: be nor buried in earth before thou comest to the grave, no● build Castles in the Air, lest they fall down upon thy head; let not thy eye abuse thy heart, nor thy tongue thy will; and let reason govern thy will in all the passages of thy Nature, be neither needy nor ungrateful, uncourteous, or unkind, and examine thy conscience in the care of thy content; ground thy love upon Virtue, thy hope upon Reason, and thy Happiness upon Grace; Live as a Stranger in the World, and make what hast thou canst to Heaven: Be loyal to thy Prince, natural to thy Country; Faithful to thy Friend; Kind to thy Neighbour; and honest to the whole World; so shall God bless thee, the best love thee, and the worst not hurt thee. And thus so weak in body, that the Spirit fainteth, enforced me to express these few lines of fatherly love unto thee, with my Prayers to the Lord of Heaven for thy preservation in this World, and Eternal Happiness in the World to come, with my Love, Blessing, and therewith what I am able to leave thee, to the Merciful Guard of Heaven I commit thee, and rest,  
Thy loving Father, etc.   

His Answer.  
MY most loving father, this legacy of your love for the direction of my life, how much I prise it in my heart's thankfulness, the eye of your judgement shall behold in my observation, & give me leave to tell you, that in this little time that I have spent idly in this world I have had some taste of the meat that you have given me, where I find, that the best meat may be spoilt spoilt in the dressing, whilst a cunning Cook will make a rich service of small cost; and though giddy heads are in love with gaudy toys, yet the better sor● of opinions, esteem a small Diamond before a great Saphire; I care not if I rather adventure far for the honour of virtue, than lessen my Estate by breach of arms; and seeing there are so many counterfeits, that the best jewel may be mistaken; I will meddle with no such wares as may call repentance to an after-reckoning: while mine heart looketh toward heaven, I hope the Earth shall not blind my eyes, nor the vain delights of Nature prevail against the virtues of reason, but all is in the power of powers, by whose grace, being guided, I shall be ever so preserved, that howsoever my heart may be wounded, yet I hope I shall never be confounded; in hope whereof, and unto the which beseeching the almighty, either in health to prolong your days, or in the election of his love, to call you to a better life, more esteeming these precepts of your love, than all the portion you can leave me, saving your blessing, and so I humbly take my leave, and rest,  
Your loving and most obedient Son, till death, etc.   

A Letter to a friend to borrow money.  
SIR, If borrowing of money be not a breach of friendship, let me entreat your patience to open your purse I am loath to be too troublesome in making many words, where such affable gentleness outpasseth all merit, a present occasion puts me to the adventure of your kindness, the matter is not much; yet it will at this time pleasure me, as much as so much may do; the sum five pounds, the time three months, my credit the assurance, and hearty thanks the interest; thus without troubling the Scrivener I hope my letter will be of sufficient power to prevail with your love, entreating your present answer; in the affection of an honest heart I commit you to the Almighty.  
Yours, or not his own.   

His Answer.  
SIR, if your friendship were a follower of fortune, Love would have but a little life in this World; the contents of your Letter hath put me to a strict account of my Estate, how I may help you and not hurt myself; I could make many excuses, but that they taste of small comfort, and therefore knowing time to be precious, and to avoid delays, let this suffice, your request is granted, and the money I have sent you, and not doubting your credit, will take your word for a bond, and for the use (without abuse) I wish but requital upon the like occasion; Sir I am so glad that in this, or any thing in my power, I may make proof of my love: I rest in the same,  
Yours, or not mine own, etc.   

A love-letter to a worthy Gentlewoman.  
Fair Mistress, if I had no eyes, I should not like you, and if not wit, I should not love you; for the brightness of your beauty is for no blind sight to gaze upon, nor the worthiness of your virtue, for no weak brains to beat upon; if you say I flatter you, look into yourself, and do me no wrong, and if I do you right, chide nor affection for a discovery, where truth is honourable; pardon my presumption if it exceed your pleasure, and commend his service, who will make an honour of your favours; so entreating your patience for answer to my poor Letter, until I hear from you; and always I rest,  
Your devoted to be commanded, etc.   

A Love-Letter to a Lady.  
Madam,  
Such, and so extreme, are the passions of love, that the more they are quenched by disdain, greater flames are ●ncreased by desire, and the more they galled with hate are, the more they gape after love; like to the Stone T●p●zon which being once kindled, burneth most vehemently in the water: so I having my heart scorched with the beams of your beauty, and my mind flamed with your singular virtue, neither can any bitter looks ab●●t my love, nor extreme discourtesy diminish my affection, I am not be that will leave the rose because it hath pricked my finger, or refuse the gold in the fire because it burned my hand, for the mind of a faithful lover, is neither to be daunted with despite, nor affrighted with danger.  
I rest, Yours, etc.   

Her Answer.  
SIR, if your wits go with your eyes, your brains may be on the outside of your head, and then if you deceive yourself I hope you will not blame me: colours are but shadows and may be full of illusions, and the worthiness of virtue may be a reach above the world's reason, yet the discovery of affection may be more in words than in matter, especially where discretion sounds the depth of desert, though the honour of truth be worth regard, where there is no fault, there need no pardon, and therefore without trouble of patience, finding no cause of displeasure, I thus conclude, love hath a priviedge to be at the command of kindness, in which I res● to wish you much happiness,  
Your wel-willing friend, &c   

Another Love-Letter  
Fair Creature; To tell you I love you, were a phrase of too plain a fashion, and yet when truth is indeed the best Eloquence, affection needs no invention to express the care of her content, which being in thre● Letters, makes a word soon to be read, which being Y: O: V: nothing doubting your spelling, I hope you will so kindly put together, that a conjunction of love shall have no separation during life: And thus beseeching you to learn this Lesson by heart, without a cross in conceit, to hinder the course of love's comfort, till I hear from you in that nature that may make me a happy creature I rest;  
Yours wholly and only if you will, &c   

Her Answer.  
KInd Sir, to tell you I love you, were too cross an Answer with a comfortable request; and yet wh●n dissimulation is the worst fruit of invention, d scretion may be pardoned in concealing of Love; Touching your. Letters, they are sooner read than understood; while imaginative hopes may be deceived in their happiness, and yet to avoid all touch of ingratitude, in that nature of kindness that may give honour to content, as a simple Scholar in the art of love, loath to have that by heart that may trouble more than my head, when separations of conjunctions may endanger the death of comfort, wishing nothing amiss to them that mean all well I rest,  
Your, as I may be mine own, etc.   

A Letter from a Lady to a Gentleman, whom she called her servant, for the preferring of a Gentlewoman to her.  
SErvant, I have often spoken unto you for that you must needs do me: I am going to the Court, and shall have great use of a Gentlewoman to attend me. I know you have many Kinsmen and acquaintance among whom you may find one to fit me, I will take her at your hand, and regard her for your sake; and if her deserts answers my desires, she shall lose no love in my favour, and therefore leaving this trusty charge to the care of your discreet kindness, as you will expect a greater courtesy at my hands, I rest,  
Your loving Mistress, etc.   

His Answer.  
GOod Madam, you speak unto me to help you to a Gentlewoman, which with my Letter I have here sent you a woman, and Gentle, who, I hope, will not be altogether unworthy of your entertainment: for her person, she is not deformed, nor her face of the worst feature; she is ●eith●r bleareyed, nor tongue-tied: And for her qualities, I hope she can do more than make courtesy and blush; her Parentage is not bare, nor her breeding idle, and for her disposition, I hope will be nothing displeasing: to praise her in any perfection I dare not, but in all, will leave her to the trial of your patience. So wishing my dutiful service in this, or ●hat else mayly in my power, so fortunate as to deserve your favour, and this Gentlewoman so gracious as to gain the continuance of your good opinion, in prayer for your health and hearts most wished happiness, I take my leave at this time, but rest at all times,  
Your Ladyship's most humble servant.   

A Letter of zealous love, written from a Gentleman to his Brother.  
BRother, since I last heard from you, I am sorry to hear that I do of you, that you are wound so far into the world, as if that you never meant to out of it: you know I have traveled far, seen much, and I have some understanding, by all the observation of time, in the courses of nature: I find Solomon's truth in the trial of the world, that there is a little of it, but is little worth in it, when all being but vanity, there is little virtue to be found in it: Believe me, brother, we are near in one nature, but differ in another, in the flesh, but not in the spirit; for whilst I contemplate the substance of the souls comfort, thou art puzzled in the world among the puddles of the earth: yea I fear the nature of thy affect to be as far from the rule of religion, as the most senseless creature is from the use of reason.  
Brother, I know that thou hast wronged many, & thyself most, I would thou wert a Zacheus to right all; but better betimes than too late: look home to the main chance, have a care of thy soul, and thy body will be the better: believe it, there is no rust eateth so fast into any mortal, as the venom of avarice into the heart of a wicked man: Prodigality is the way to penury, but covetousness is the root of all evil, betwixt both there is a mean, that to hit on is a kind of happiness, and if thou hast no ears but of Midas, thou canst hear of nothing but gold, take a heart of Simeon, to joy in nothing but Christ jesus: turn a new leaf, serve God, for whom thou wert created, & let nor the earth triumph over thee, for whom it was made to tread upon, lift up thine eyes towards heaven, where one joy of the elect, is worth all the Kingdoms of the World: Leave the world ere it leave thee, and love him ever that will never leave thee: Let they life be a Pilgrimage, and the earth but a passage, and the Heaven only the home of thy souls eternal happiness: Once a day read these few lines for my sake, which if they do that good to thee, which I hearty pray for in thee, till when, and ever my heart's love.  
Thy loving Brother, etc.   

His Answer.  
MY good Brother, I thank you for your careful and kind Letter, yet let me ●●l you, that zeal without discretion, proves not the best part of Religion: Reports may be idle, and then belief may be erroneous, when mistake may breed abuse of good uses: I know that riches are witches, to them that make heaven of this world; but he that hath a leaden wit, will never worship a Golden Calf; but since I know Abraham and Lazarus were alike in election, give me leave, while I am in this world, by Christ, rather than avarice, rather to be a husbandman, than to be a labourer for hire: If I have wronged any, it is unwittingly● whom if I know, I will satisfy most willingly: and for the wound of conscience, I will hope to be so far from hypocrisy, that I shall be free from that fear: and therefore, though travel hath taught you much experience in the world, and having sufficient maintenance to pass through the world, you make the less account of the world, yet when careful thirst breedeth no covetous thraldom, be not jealous of my love; with all the pleasures of the world, to make comparison with the least of heaven's comfort. I know the highest Mountain is but earth, and the lowest valley is no other, and therefore when I carry my footstool on my head, let me walk like a fool, or monster. In brief, I know the world, and 〈◊〉 to use it, and keep account with my care, how I m●● most contentedly leave it, but for my love to him th●● made it, let me live no longer in it then I love and honour him above it, and so entreating you to blow o●● ill breaths that may abuse my disposition, and to b●● persuaded so far of my souls health, that my joy is ever and only, in Christ Jesus, to his preservation, leaving the happy issue of your hopes in the nature of the best love till I see you, and always I rest,  
Your most loving Brother, etc.   

A Letter of love to an honourable Lady.  
HOnourable Madam, if love were not above reason, it would not be so high in regard, who dwelling only in the spirits of the best understanding feeds the heart only with the fruits of an infallible resolution: What it is in its own nature, hath been diversely described, but I think, never known but unto them that inwardly know it, Some hold it a Riddle tha● none can interpret but he that made it: But if it be a● I have read of it, a child, and beauty begot it; I hop● Nature will be herself, & not unkind to her own bre●● how to prove truth, the honour in your eyes, th●● 〈◊〉 wrought my heart to your service, shall make ●n o●● to your favour in the happiness of your employment So craving pardon for my presumption, in my dev●●● duty, to the honour of your command, I humbly ta●●● my leave,  
Your Ladyships in all humbleness; &c▪   

Her answer.  
WOrthy knight, if love be above reason, it mus● be either divine or devilish, and so regarded accordingly: what it is, I think is best known by the effect of it; howsoever idle brains have beaten about the description of it: Riddles are but jests of wit, and miracles are ceased from being seen in our age. But 〈◊〉 be a child, though of a strange Parentage, surely nature will not suffer the Mother to be cruel to her own breed; but if it fall out to be an ungracious father, what then will be thought of the children: Yet, lest in misconstruing a conceit, I may mistake a content, since in the secret of nature may be a sense of strange under standing, I will suspend my judgement, till I have made proof of my opinion: when eyes and hearts meet together in discourse, I hope the business will be soon ended that is referred to indifferent judgement. So till occasion be offered of the performance of employment, hoping that virtue and honour will soon agree upon sure grounds; till I see you I rest,  
Your loving friend, etc.   

A Letter from a Knight to a Nobleman, for the entertaining of a Secretary.  
NOble LORD, I hear that your Secretary hath lately taken his leave of th●s world, in whose place (if you be not provided) let my love prevail with your honour, for the entertainment of th●s bearer, a Gentleman, and a kinsman of mine, in whose commendations, I dare thus far use my cred ●, h s heart shall be as fair as his hand, upon any occasion of your employment: and for his w●t, it ●s both in caput and copyhold, for he hath read much, and observed mor● than a little, his descent hath been from the loins of an honourable Line: and for his disposition every way, I hope you shall find it no way displeasing: Not to trouble you with long circumstance, leaving happiness to your acceptance, with my service to your command, in all humble love, I take my leave at this time, but rest during life,  
Your Honours devoted, to be commanded, etc.   

The Lords Answer.  
MY kind Knight, I have received your Letter, fulfilled your request, and entertained your Kinsman, of whom I am already so well persuaded, besides the assurance of your knowledge, that I think a little matter shall not make square in our loves. I find what you writ of him, and shall have much employment for him: I thank you for him, and if he continue his carriage, which I doubt not, he will be of better fortune than my favour, and yet somewhat the more for your sake, I will take such a care of him, that ere many months pass, you shall find my love in him: so till I see you at my house, where you shall make your own welcome, I rest,  
Your most assured friend, etc.   

A Letter to a friend on the other side of the Sea.  
SIR, Distance of place must make no difference of minds, love and life amongst hearts make an en● together; I have long longed to hear from you, an● if I had known whither, I had ere this written unto you but now having met with him that meaneth shortly to see you, I have thought good to let you know, that 〈◊〉 yet live to love you, and so●ger not to pray for you that all happiness may befall you: glad I would be 〈◊〉 see you, & in the mean t●me to ●ear from you, how th● world goeth there about you, whether all birds be 〈◊〉 one feather, and how they fly together: What blazing Stars have been lately seen, and what your Astronomers think will follow of their appearance: whether your wine be watered before it come over; and how Youth and Age agree upon the Conjunction Copulative: How the great sith and little agree together in your seas; and how your Rabbits escape the Kite abroad, and the Polecat in their Borrows: how the Foxes and wolves pray upon your Geese and lambs; and what sport your Swallows make with the Flies in the air. I wish you not to write of any wonders, because they are incredulous; nor of matters of state, for they may be, perhaps, ill taken: but only how honest men may thrive, and knaves have their reward; how wise men are honoured, and fools laughed at; and how the weaker sort hold their strength with the stronger; when wenches eyes pull out men's hearts out of their bellies, their wits out of their brains, and the money out of their purses, and such matters of no moment; then must needs, if you will take a little pains to set down in a little Paper; I shall be glad to look upon them, and in my love to requite them, for our world to hear it, were a world to think of it: but the messengers hast not, giving me time to write of it till the next Post; I will say this of it, God bless the best, and mend or end the worst, grant all honest hearts good lives in it, and a joyful departure when they are to leave it; to which prayer, hoping you will say Amen: till we meet, and always I rest.  
Thine, or not his own, etc.   

His Answer.  
My long acquaintance, and worthy beloved friend, I have lately received your Let, wherein I find your desire to hear of the passages in the world, on this side the salt water, now to satisfy in as much as I can, let me tell you, that I find some difference in the natures of nations, but touching their divisions, I think they are much alike through the whole world; for the one side I find the powerful imperious, the ambitious, envious, the covetous, never satisfied; the liscencious, idle, and the foolish unprofitable: On the other side, majesty, gracious, honour, virtuous, wealth, charitable, thrift, wealthy, wit, painful, and religion, loyal, and labour commodious. Now looking into the danger of greatness, the charge of honour, the care of wealth, the misery of want, the folly of wantonness, and the beggary of idleness: I have chosen the mean for my part of Music, where I shall neither strain my voice, nor stretch my strings, but with little charge keep my instrument in tune: The passages are here as in other places, where january and May meet in conjunction there are strange kinds of countenances that show not the best content.  
And when winds are highest in summer the fruit shall fall ere they be ripe: many idle exercises are more costly than comfortable; much talk, and little truth, and ga● outsides, have poor insides, oaths and lies are as common as highways, and painted images make fools idols, honest men thought more silly than the wise men among the wizards of the world, and the devils among the brokers daily hunted with beggars, murmuring of war among the unquiet spirits, and peace guarded for fear of a close stratagem. In sum, such variety of business, that every man's brain is full of humours; and for women, they are of such force, that they put men to great patience: for myself, I see the world at that pass, that I think him happy that is well out of it. In sum, God bless the best, while the worst mend, and send us his grace & health, with a happy meeting: so till hear from you, which I wish often with my heart's love, that shall never end but with life, & my hearty commendations, I commit you to the almighty.  
Yours as mine own, etc.   

A Letter from an apprentice to his father, to send him some Money to secure himself withal, he being hardly used by a cruel Master and mistress.  
KInd and loving Father, my humble duty premised, with hope of your good health, with my Mother, and the rest of our good friends etc. The extremity which I have long endured at the hands of my unconscionable Master and Mistress, constraineth me (seeing no likelihood of redress) to reveal, and manifest that unto you, which long I have concealed; which as it is uncouth unto me, in regard of your paternal care of me, whilst I lived with you; so I doubt not (your fatherly love continued unto me) but it will be displeasing unto you. I am placed by your good friend, A. W. in a service, where (till I was bound Apprentice) I had good usage, but since I was bound, I have seldom had good day; nay, after that you sent them the money which Master A. W. did promise with me, they began to exasterate hard usage unto me, to debar from me, not only liberty, but victuals, finding many times faults without occasion, wrongfully beating and buffeting me without offence, which I neither can, nor do I think you will wish me to endure. I am almost pined with want which how to redress, I know not, unless you vouchsafe to supply my present wants: to leave my trade I am loath, to call my master in question I am more loath, where to have redress I know not, in this my extremity, unless you take some course for me, and send me wherewith to secure myself between time, until it shall please God to turn their hard hearts. Thus having briefly acquainted you with my present estate, hoping of your fatherly love unto me, humbly craving your and my Mother's daily blessing, leaving you to the tuition of the Almighty, expecting speedily to hear from you, I rest,  
Your Obedient Son, etc.   

His Answer.  
SON, I have received your Letter, wherein I am given to understand that my Friend, A. W. hath not so friendly discharged that friendly trust, which I reposed in him, as I expected. Notwithstanding I will in what I may, seek redress for thy wrongs: In the mean time deliver this twenty shillings to your Master, as a token from me, haply his hard usage of you is to draw something from me, which if I see I cannot by my gifts which I have sent to him have mended, I will come up myself, and take some course to remove you from him: In the mean time I send you ten shillings to supply your necessary wants, which I wish you sparingly (as you have occasion) to bestow, and not idly or wastefully, and let me hear from you always by this Carrier. Serve God, endeavour to please your Master and Mistress, and whilst I live, Boy, they shall know thou hast a Father; So in hast I rest,  
Your loving father, etc.   

A Letter of a Patient to his Physician.  
MAster Doctor, your Patient commends him to your patience, to bear a little kind chiding for your too long absence, my disease holds his own and my pain nothing diminished, and if you come not the sooner, your Physic will be past working, for my Stomach is weak, and my heart groweth faint, and yet I feed, though my digestion be not he best; loath I am to languish, if I may have hope o● comfort, but your absence makes me doubt of my recovery, I pray you therefore hast you unto me, an● let me be assured of your coming, lest you com● too late; you know my disease, and are acquainted with my body; for my cure I leave it to God and your conscience, and so entreating your present answer o● your speedy presence, I commend you to the Almighty.  
Your sick loving Patient, etc.   

His Answer.  
MY good Patient, I fear your impatience hath by som● passion increased your pain; I know the force of your disease cannot but be weakened, if you be not more afraid than hurt, you will not die of this malady: if my business were not grea●, I would see you, or if your need were great I would not be from you; but knowing every cramp is not a Convulsion, nor every stitch at the heart, I will only wish you to put off melancholy, to take heed of cold, to have mind rather of Heaven than earth; eat good meat, but not too much, drink good wine, but measurably, be in charity with all the world, but not too far with any, especially with the feminine gender; use motion for natural Physic, and let a merry heart be your best Physician, for conceit is hurtful, if it be not contentive, and it is passed the reach of my Reason to cure a corrupted mind: Shortly, and God willing, I will see you, in the mean time imagine I am with you, for indeed I will not be long from you: and this let me tell you, that to put you out of fear, I have no fear of you, but that you will be past physic, ere my hope fail of your cure, and that will not be in haste, and so hoping that you are not so weak in spirit, but that you can endure a little pain with patience in hope of assured health, till I see you, and always I rest,  
Your Physician and loving friend,   

A letter from a Son in prison to his mother, his estate being wasted,  
DEar and loving Mother; as ever your Maternal love hath heretofore been manifested unto me, so now I beseech you in this great extremity to extend it towards me; my means are consumed, myself captivated, ready to perish with want, and which way to turn me in this height of misery I know not, but unto you, whose ever careful respect of me hath been such that nought could (or as yet I hope can) remove your love from me: wherefore in pity of my present misery, I desire you, good mother, to make some means for my Enlargement, my debts are not much, notwithstanding of myself, I am utterly unable to give satisfaction, insomuch, that unless you be pleased to commiserate my distress, I am utterly devoid of all hope of comfort, or Enlargement: if therefore you will vouchsafe to set me at liberty, my future duty, and diligence shall obsequiously in such sort be manifested,, that whatsoever hath heretofore been amiss, shall be amended, to my good, & your comfort, whereof wishing you to be most assured and expecting your comfortable answer, I rest,  
Your distressed Son, etc.   

Her Answer.  
Son, I am sorry your folly hath brought you to such extremity: had you been heedful in your courses, you might have prevented these disasters: notwithstanding, since misery ought rather to be pitied than blamed (especially by a Mother) I will in this your extremity, in hope of your reformity, manifest a Mother's Love unto you: Your Debts shall be paid, you set at liberty, and some speedy course be taken for your future maintenance, if you will conium what you have written, I will be wi●h you to mo●row, till then comfort yourself, and fear God, and pray for your poor Mother.  
Your loving Mother, etc.   

A letter to a Kinsman that came from the university to the Court, and was given much to the Study.  
MY good Cousin, I hear, since you came from the University to the Court, you are inclined much to Melancholy, your mind only delighteth in reading and study, and among many variety of matters of import, that you take much delight in searching out of Petigrees, and Heraldry, the knowledge whereof, I hold both honourable and profitable, but the use thereof requires a heedful care; for in the discoursing of matters unfit, you may be brought within the compass of folly: But as a friend to give you a Caveat in all your course of that study, take my advice for the bettering of your understanding in the best of your Coats: Be not too busy with the Crown, and of all Beasts beware of the Lion; if he sleep, wake him no● lest you trouble his patience, and in his walk, cross no● his way, lest his frown grows wrathful: For other beasts, think of them as your reason will give you leave▪ where you find honours, note (if you can) the desert o● them, and for bought Coats, consider of them in thei● kinds; times altar, and natures in them, and therefore in the setting down of Antiquities, there may be muc● deceit, through the corruption of the writers, or directors for strange Coats; and to see an Eagle have a Fl● in her mouth, and a Mouse by't a Cat by the Tail, or ● Goose keep a Fox in a Den, wonder at it, but make n● words of it: and if you see a black swan in a blue Field an Eel in her belly, running out at her tail, or a 〈◊〉 cock pulled out of his feathers, and making h●s 〈◊〉 upon a Cross-bar, smile at the conceit; but keep 〈◊〉 censure of it yourself. To conclude, read much but believe little; think much, but speak little, and 〈◊〉 much, but meddle little; but in meddling with ●the● men's coats, look that you lose not more than your 〈◊〉 jerkin: and so wishing your studies as profitable as pleasing to you; till I see you, I commit you to the almighty▪  
Your loving Cousin.   

His answer,  
SIR, I have read your Letter, and considered of the contents: To the Answer whereof, give me leave to tell you, that I am not determined to hurt mine eyesight with too deep looking into a Millstone, nor to believe Antiquity, further than reason may carry my understanding, and whatsoever I find of Coats, I will so carry my due and true allegiance to the Crown, tha● I will avoid all touch of disloyalty: For the Lion w●l neither trouble him, waking nor sleeping: and fo● his walk, wish no beast to be so foolish, as to cross his pleasure in his passage: For your merry conceits o● strange Coats, I will only smile at my conjecture of them, and so long as I know a Falcon from a buzzard, an Eagle from an Owl, and a Nightingale from ● Cuckoo, let me alone to judge of the nature of Birds, and how they are born, and when I look into the nature of honour, whether by purchase, favour, or desert I note the time, with the persons, and so go on with m● opinions to the judgement, I keep to myself: now fo● what else may grow out of this study, either pr●f●● pleasure, loss of time, or repentance, I thank you fo● your item, to keep my conceit from discourse, for all things are to be taken in their right kind, and when ●●arning grows hurtful, it proves wit not well tempered ●nd therefore hoping so to make use of my brains, that 〈◊〉 ●ead shall do my body no hurt, with many thanks 〈◊〉 your kind instructions, I commend you to the Al●●●●ty.  
Your very loving Kinsman, etc.   
FINIS.