THE MARROW OF compliments. OR, A most methodical and accurate form of Instructions for all Variety of Love-Letters, Amorous Discourses, and complemental entertainments. Fitted for the use of all sorts of persons from the Noblemans Palace to the artisans Shop. With many delightful Songs, Sonnetts, Odes, Dialogues, &c. Never before published. LONDON, July. 15 Printed for Humphrey Moseley, and are to be sold at his shop at the Princes arms in St. Pauls Church-yard. 165 5. 1654 To the( unbiased) Reader. MY former endeavours in matter of this nature, found such candid acceptance( for which I aclowledge myself obliged in all the bonds of grateful service) at your hands, that I harbour not the least diffidence of your courteous reception of this, which includes the sum and Marrow of all former contrivances of this nature, and yet not with the least dependency upon any of them, with far more variety( considering it's bulk) of fancy and sublimity of sense; I know Socrates( though perhaps in private he sport with his Cattamite) will cast a frowning countenance upon these Amorous pieces: Diogenes will be dogged, Cato censorious and Curio currish; but this is onely a varnish to their( clandestine venery, for in private the crabbedst critic of them all, will with more willingness peruse these facetious fancies, then turn o'er some voluminous Rabbin: I say not that when the to takes their blood( I mean when they are disposed for mirth and galliardizing) they will not blushy to make me their Tutor, and the simpering Citizens wife, who canonizes Lucreece for at least a Saint, and( could she attain it would( seemingly) prise the rusty ●… gger that dismissed her soul at as high a rate as Romes catholics do St. Bonaventures vestment, yet( in her closet) will peruse me with more veneration then she would Perkins or Playford; I am sensible( my honoured Readers) what harsh censures have past upon my former pieces, notwithstanding for your sakes, I have here adventured once again to make trial of mens minds,( this being my ultimum vale) this if your noble dispositions shall like well of( or if you will but reasonably respect what yourselves haue drawn me to) I shall be nothing displeased at others cavils, but resting myself contented with your good opinions scorn all the Rabble of uncharitable Detractors, Ever acknowledging myself Your devoted Servant PHILOMUSUS. THE MARROW OF compliment. Comprising the Sum and Substance of all Books of this nature hitherto divulged in a more methodical, Concise and Accurate form, then in any volume yet extant, and consisting Of Amorous Epistles, or Love-Letters. complemental Entertainments. Facetious Dialogues. Presentations of Gifts. Instuctions for Wooers. Songs, and Sonnets. With other pleasant passages never before published. A Young Gentleman being surprised with the love of a maid or widow,( whom he accidentally cast his eyes upon) and not having opportunity to solicit in person, may thus Importune by her Letter. TRACT. 1. Epistle 1. Excellent Mistesse, LEt it not appear Impudence, that I who am( altogether) a stranger to your person( though not to your worth) should assume such confidence, as to be solicitous( at first time) for the attaining a grant from your faire self, that I may bee numbered amongst the principal of those who devoutly Adore you. I confess I have little encouragement to beg such a boon, having yet not so much as attempted any thing that might make me capable of your smiles; yet such is the all-commanding power of Venus son, that though but once my eyes were so happy to take a view of your Divine perfections, and though the thunder of your denial( with saucy Salmoneus) pash me to pieces, I must stand the shock( and though in grief) with awful reverence expire. But( Divine Lady) if that that tenderness and moliitie inherent and predominant in your soft sex sway its sceptre in you, I will hope I shall not long languish, wanting the enjoyment of your Love, without the fruition whereof I am for ever lost; but which way soever the Destinies appoint your heart to dispose of me, no adverse fortune shall be of force ever to make me deny that I am, Bright Lad, wholly yours, in all the bonds of affectionate service, T. R. A MADRIGALL. Oh why, Injurious Time, Dost thou constrain that I Should perish in my youths sweet prime! I, but a while ago( you cruel cruel powers) In spite of Fortune cropped contentments flowers, And still untouched, as at some safer Games, played with the coals of love,& beauties flames; But now for trying this in vain I 'm sunk and near shall rise again: Thē let despair set sorrows string To strains that doleful be, And I will sing Ah me! ANOTHER. Thy leave My dying Song Yet take, ere grief bereave The breath which I enjoy too long; Tell thou that fair one, this, my soul prefers Her Love above my life, and that I died hers: And now farewell thou place of my cursed birth, where once I breathed the sweetest air on earth; Since me my wonted joys forsake And all my trust deceive, Of all I take My leave. A PARADOX. Proving that Children may, without scruple, mary without their Parents consent. IT is no marvel many matches bee Concluded without Parents privity; Since Parents by base Avarice misled Their Interest in that have forfeited. A Pleasant Dialogue maintained between a lustful young man, and a chast-minded maid, in the persons of ALERANE and MODESTA. ALERANE. SWeetest Modesta( now alone we are) I see that in Loves hieroglyphics you Seem to be little studied, wherefore here I 'm come to be your Tutor, and bestow My dearest skill, being grieved much to see You in the best of Arts unlearned bee. The language of that Love, and of that praise I showered thick upon you day by day, You understood not, though ten thousand ways I tried to writ it plain, and what I pray Meant all that sweet ado, but onely this, That we might mutually embrace and kiss? When on your crystal fountain thou dost look, The Nymph cannot but smile to think that shee, Is by thyself each evening made the book Where thy sweet face is printed; woe is me Why was I not a fountain too, that thou The same reflection migh'st to me allow. The Moon betimes repayreth to thine eye, And ask's what weather Heaven shall have that day, In vain the clouds combine to damp the sky, If thou thy beams with freedom dost display; If thou but lowr'st in vain the foolish air Forceth herself to smile, and to look faire. As from Arabia, winds this way do high, From thy faire mouth they snatch their balmy breath Into their own, and as they forward fly With gallant Odours they perfume their path, The world admires, whence such rich blasts should fly, But none the sweet original know but I. For strange unto thyself thou needst will bee, And take no notice of all excellence Which in thy heart doth hold it's monarchy; I tell thee( sweet) 'tis but a fond pretence Which thou call'st modesty, and might undo thee, If Providence had not sent me unto thee. Canst thou imagine Nature ever meant To plant the best of all her store in thee, There to lye hide and die, and not be spent In the free course of natural charity. Let those be chast who can no love invite, 'twere sin in thee, who art made for delight. MODESTA. NO hast( good Sir) if that you love me so, hear me a little as I you have done; Hast very seldom with success doth go, But doth all fortune but the bad out-run. How then can headlong lust a good end find, When both itself, and its fond god are blind? Were they not so, how couldst thou me invite To those strange joys, which must lye sneaking in The guilty curtains and avoid the light, As one too faire a witness for a sin So foul and black; by this aforehand thou Ashamed art of what thou fain wouldst do. The Act would make me seem so black, that thou Who now both lov'st me, and admir'st me so, For mere deformity wouldst never know Me more, but scorned and hated let me go. So would I do myself and never stay, Knew I how from myself to run away. A bachelor, or a widower having been long suitor to a maid or widow, and finding himself far distant from his hopes, thus( amorously) informs her of the danger of denial. EPIST. 2. Dearest mistress, I Beseech you consider that your coyness is quiter contrary to natures ordination, who created you faire( like yourself) enigmatically intimating, that( with her) you should take delight frankly to bestow your favours: she( generous Lady) smiles upon those who protest themselves her professed enemies, how great reason have you then to behold him with an auspicious eye, whose life and fortunes lye prostrate at your feet. Why, my Dearest, should that face And feature, have a ciphers place? Thou art a real substance( dear) And impressions best appear In substances, for beauties sake Let me the Impression make. Nay, more( bright beauty) you have just cause to fear that heaven will inflict severe vengeance on you for this abstemiousnesse; for we read, that Anaxarete and others, who shewed themselves obdurate, and implacable towards their submissive suitors, and were metamorphosed into Stones, Trees, and other unrelenting substances, but Ariadne, Calisto, and others that courteously received their Lovers Devotions, retributing their respects, and returning them Love for Regard, were either made Illustrious Deities, eminent constellations, or refulgent stars; thus not doubting but upon mature deliberation, you will disclaim the fate of the first, and desire the felicity of the latter, I humbly take my leave, kissing your faire hands, and remaining Your devout Adorer E. B. The lover having seen his mistress wear a bunch of Roses, may thus express his fancy by way of complemental asseveration. THose Roses blushed when near your lips they came, Whose purer crimson, and whose sweeter breath They thought(& well they might) their double shane No lily ever met you in his path; But if your hand did touch it strait in spite, 'twas pale to see itself out-vi'd in white. A kind hearted Lasse, having surrendered all that shee could call hers to the will of her beloved, and now finding herself big about the belly sends this letter to head paramour desiring the consummation of his promise. EPIST. 3. dear heart, THe fruit of our private dalliance is now become so public and so obvious to every eye( the reason why I am constrained to make myself a Recluse) that any man may run and read it, I feel an active thing[ every morning] sporting in my womb, and dancing Levaltos with agile motion, which makes me conceit that he will not onely( like thyself) prove a Master of music, but also an excellent caperer: you know that ere I could be won to satiate your desires, I had your firm promise to make me your wife; I dreamt last night, that I saw HYMEN, and the God of Marriage involving our hands, and incorporating our hearts( dear heart) you must not be tardy in your stay, for my condition denounceth defiance to prolixity, make hast there fore, and prevent your own and my disgrace: disgrace said I— your own and my certain ruin. You know the late— Act of Parliament makes our late amorous compliance no less then death, let not you and I bee the first oblation offered up to the Justice of that stern Edict: you will say I speak merrily, but in good earnest( dear) there is much danger in delay, make no tarrying therefore, but with volatile hast, let us set forward to the Temple, and there receive a patent and protection for our embraces, dear heart, Yours more then my own. A. K. CUPID, A DANGEROVS INMATE. WHat horrors haunt a lovers mind, Passing those bounds that are assigned By Nature; every thing we see But Love can well confined bee; Herbs yield a cure for every wound, But for Loves cure, no virtue's found. O happhy then is his Estate That for Loves Darts, Invulnerate. SONG. 1. 1. SAd eyes what do you ail To be thus ill disposed? Why doth your sleeping fail, Now all mens else are closed? Wast I that never did bow Unto any servile duty, And will you make me now A slave to Love and beauty? 2. What hope have I that she Will hold her favour ever, When so few women be That constant can persever? do not poor heart depend On those vain thoughts that fill thee, They'l fail thee in the end; So must thy passions kill thee. 3. Shall then in earnest truth My careful eyes observe her? Shall I consume my youth And spend my strength to serve her? Shall I beyond my strength Let passions torments prove me, To hear her say at length, Away, I cannot love thee? The Passions of Love, or a Description of of the several ways of wooing, according to the various humors and inclinations of Men. THere is one sort of Lovers, whose qualities( I think) is known to few, whose humours wee will communicate. The first Passion. Those seek by all means possible to accrue each Virgins liking, sometimes attaining the thing they desire they become extreme sorry, and wish they were without it[ perchance having before placed their affection where it cannot or must not totally remove] and yet if they fail to procure their desires, no men more dejected then they. The Second Passion. Some are infected with such humours( and this was Nasos Disease) that sometimes non are lovely in their eyes, but faire women, anon they will swear to you there is no heed to be taken to the colour of the face; afterwards the brown is the only laudable complexion, sometimes the wanton, sometimes the modest eye, sometimes the simplo, soon after the subtle girl are only in fashion. The third Passion. The man( and he perhaps no small fool both for wealth and repute) strains his wit to Poetize, painting his passion forth in verse, but in this blockish age that practise little prevails, nor do I wonder wit is of so little force in such cases, since I see daily Dunces can have sometimes at a cheap rate, and s●nd them as their own, when some other was the author. The Fourth Passion. Another he brings with him many silent orators, viz. gabs of money, and verily he takes the surest course, and that woman that non-suits him in such a case, were worth the favour of a Prince. The fift Passion. This fellow that hath neither Valour nor wit will come ruffling into his Mistrisses presence, and with shameless brags and lies( making a stately, proud, vainglorious show of many greater matters) and though he be not heir to one foot of land, yet he will tell her many fine tales of castles in the air, and for martiall matters, he will relate of frays, of passadoes, and Stockadoes, and that nothing may be wanting to approve him truly accomplished, he can poetize too for a need, culling many curious conceits out of Shakespire or Fletcher. The sixth Passion. Another shallow brain hath no device, but prates of some strange luck he had at the Cards, or at the Tables, bragging of his play so long, till in short time he put his mistress Love( more then) to the hazard. The seventh Passion. But some there are( mary fie upon 'em) that make themselves as like their Mistresses, as they can( fine In'amoratos) hoping thereby to win their loves, they order their looks, fain their place, &c. monstrum horendum &c. The eight Passion. There are those that woe by nodds and looks, and sure their progenitors were Apes. The ninth Passion. One for some certain dayes or weekes, or( perhaps) moneths, wears a branch of withered bays in his hat, or swears with his utmost endeavours to preserve some flowers, he drinks healths upon his bare knees, sues mainly for a shoe-string, or buskepoint. The tenth Passion. Another I have noted( like an ass) to walk by his mistress window, with what a feigned place the woodcock will stalk, as if he numbered all the stars in the firmament, t'would make one swell with laughter, to see how many errands from sun to sun he will make that way, carrying himself as if his mistress eye were always upon him, when she perhaps laughs at his folly, flouts, ok looks quiter from him. A maid or widow having long been in league with one that( seemingly) was her faithful friend, and now finding him inconstant, and affianced to another, may thus take notice of his perfidiousness. EPIST. 4. cruel Sir, I Have heard tell, and now I find, Out of sight, and out of mind. And that 'twas truly said of old, Love that's soonest hot, is soonest could. Else my tears had now not stained The paper, nor my lines complained. Nor I been forced to have sent These Nuncios of my discontent. Not exchan'gd so unhappily My mirth, to writ an Elegy. But since fate wills I must do so, do not dare to flout my wo, Or read my sorrows with a scoff, Yet read them ere thou cast them off: And though thou canst not feel compassion, Not pitying do not blame my passion: Thou knowst( alas that er'e 'twas known, A time there was( though that times gone) I that scarce dare a beggar bee, That time might have commanded thee. But see how things may hap to change, ( Time was we were not half so strange:) But oft embraced with gentle greeting, Thou callst me Dove, I thee my sweating. Yea, and had but those vows of thine proved but as faithful as were mine; Stil't had been so( I do not fain) And would it might be so again: Sith thy Love cools, and thou unkind, Be not displeased I breath my mind, Hoping my words may prove a mirror Wherein thou mayst behold thy Error. Dear, I hope I may call thee so, ( Th'art dear to me, although a foe) Is't true that I do hear of thee ( Oh how true it appears to be!) Can such things be i'th Court of Love, False man, that thou so vain shouldst prove? Thou that erewhile so pensive sate, Thou that didst service vow of late: Art thou that Lover whose sad eye seldom was in my presence dry, And from whose fluent tongue I know So many moving words could flow? Which made me think thee without slain And yield thee Love for Love again. Wearied with Love art thou estranged? Is thy affection so much changed? Then true I find, what ere this day I feared, and heard some wiser say, There's nought on earth so sweet that can Long please a curious tasted man. Well, take thy course, traitor, farewell, Ere long thou'lt hear my passing Bell. The hater of thy perfidiousness as much as can possibly be imagined M. R. CASVALL compliments. A Gentleman meeting( in a company) at Tavern, or elsewhere, with three Gentlewomen, whom he is disposed to court, may thus compliment with them one after another, in a different Dialect. With the first thus. MAdam, your beauty is so bright, that I must ingenuously acknowledge it surpasseth all that ever I saw, and there is no Lady under the cope to whom I durst safely protest so much affection, as to your excellent self; were your thoughts but correspondent to my Love, I might truly record myself the happiest man in the world; otherwise, I am sensible I cannot long survive, which will consequently confirm that you are the efficient cause of my death. Madam, I beseech you adopt me your servant( using me and all I call mine as your own) for I esteem it impossible to receive a more transcendent favour from Heaven, then to record myself your vassal. To the second thus. Lady, I cannot but yield you a narration of the fervent Love I bear you, and must while I bear myself about me; could I obtain the reflection of your favour, I should esteem myself the happiest man upon earth; therefore( bright Beauty) affecting you as I do, disdain not I beseech you the sacrifice of an humble heart, since my utmost bliss, or assured ruin, is folely at your appointment. To the third thus. Madam, perhaps I may seem unto you to be too rash and heady, having no more but seen you, and yet at the first sight to manifest the entire love and ardent affection that I bear unto you, for which you ought not to blame me, but your beauty, which rendereth you an earthly deity, and commandeth me to become your Prisoner; if then your admirable beauty and shape be enriched( as questionless it is) with as fair and amiable a soul, I dare not doubt but you will choose rather to retribute my affection, then permit your denial to precipitate me into the gulf of despair. AN ODE. I Dy For oh I feel, Deaths horrors drawing nigh And all this frame of Nature reel My hopeless heart despairing of relief Sinks underneath the weight of saddest grief, Which hath so ruthless torn, so tortured every vein, All comfort comes too late to cure't again. My head begins to dance Deaths giddy round, A shivering chillness doth each sense confounded; benumbed is my could brow, A dimness shuts my eye, Oh now, o now I Die. The praise of a mistress. 1. WHen she sits, me thinks I see How all virtues fixed be In a frame, whose constant mould Will the same unchanged hold. 2. If you note her when she moves, Cytherea drawn with Doves May come learn with winning motions Which way to attract Devotions. 3. Lift your wondering eyes and see, Whether ought can bettered be. A complemental Letter to some brave and noble Lady, a Gentleman being desirous to express the height of Fancy. EPIST. 5. Divine Lady, SInce the Paphian deity hath been pleased to permit me to have a sight of your excellent self,( indeed the true Venus and the Goddesse of all perfection) she must be contented, if I( for the future) offer up my Orisons only on the Altar of your beauty, neglecting her counterfeit supremacy. I was never till now a diligent Devoto, but have done homage to Cupid onely at odd hours, oft-times with reluctancy, ever with lubricitie; but having made an infallible survey of your heavenly worth and celestial clarity, He must be wilder then woods whom you Cannot melt down with your admired hue, Which tames Birds, Plants,& Beasts, which graze& feed More then ere Orpheus with his music did. Your Golden tresses pure Ambrosian Fairer then all the twists Arachne span, Shine far more bright then Phoebus glistering rays By all mens judgments meriting more praise. Your coral lips( those ruddy pots of pleasure) Do seem to open to whole mines of treasure. Your Breasts two Ivory Mounts( mounts may I call them For many veils of pleasant veins empall them: These like two borders do such sweets display, Who lodges there attains the milky way, Whtn Titan peeps into your presence chamber, You do reflect him with your locks of Amber, Each other greeting, as that then were there Two Suns at once both in one Hemisphere: If Zeuxes pictured grapes so lively were, That many birds in flocks repaired there, Pecking upon his statues, and did browse Upon his lively grapes[ mere lively shows] Well may we think that Natures self can make A far more lively and proportioned shape Then a poor painter, though his grapes seem ripe, Yet they were drawn from her first Archetype. Then Joves best picture, Natures admiration, Let me teach you the use of your creation, I say, since I know how fit you are to be adored, and in what an obligation all mortals are bound to your supreme self, I beg that you will please to list me in the number of your admirers; for be pleased( bright Goddesse) to know, that no mortal breathing shall manifest more ardency of affection, and affectionate ardency, then Your admirer and sworn servant E. D. A Country Courtship. SIt thee down in this Arbour( sweet) Where all the Wood-Nymphs use to meet, Making such mellifluous sound, As glads the Birds and deserts round. The Nymphs their prayers shall renew, And chant their Hymns to pleasure you. The Nine shall from their hill descend, ( To us attendance they shall Lend) And if any discord be, They shall yield a remedy. Clio, Erato, Melpomene, Euterpe, Thalia, and Caliope, Terpsy chore, Urania the sweet, Poly-hymnia singing at thy feet; These shall grace thee on this plain If thou canst love a country Swain. The sweetest spices of Arabia, And the best perfumes of Lydia Shall breath upon thee, till thou lye butted in beds of Spicery. See on yonder verdant hill How two honest Turtles Bill, And in Loving tones comply, beckoning unto thee and I, To imitate their amorous mirth ( Love is the life of all on earth) See how Titan hugs his hap, While he sports in Tellus lap, She smiling, with her fingers faire Wreaths, Golden Garlands of his hair. All things courteously combine, And shall we hate the divine Dictates of Love? come let us clip, Let me suck Nectar from thy lip. Here's no jealous lowering eye To fascinate our felicity. This is no Dodonean Grove, No three here will divulge our Love; Nor need we fear a foul surprise By the rustic Deities. Pan, Silvanus, Faunus, or Pallas they all sporting are With the Hamadriades, And the winged Oreades. Come( my dearest) let us try, — Out on this fond nicety So; this yielding doth proclaim I have not mistook my aim. EPIST. 6. The lover having received a full and final denial from his mistress, and yet she afterwards altering her mind, and proffering him what before he could not attain, and he resolving to loathe what he before loved, may return her this answer. mistress, YOu may as well forbear either your sighs or flatteries, since I now am resolved neither the dolour of the one, nor the allurements of the other shall be of force to alter my firm fixed resolution; never more to solicit her who hath so much slighted me: you may as easily out-noise the wind, and restore Cupid to his eyes, as change the tenor of my mind: I have loved you too long, and it is time now that I become sensible of mine own worth and your levity: can you hope to kindle a new flamme, where there are lest no sparks of old desire? you are pleased prodigally to protest that you now love me infinitely, I will believe you, and desire no better confirmation thereof then that you trouble me no more, &c. Not yours, but his own, G. D. The way to choose a mistress A Face that is exactly fair, Neither long nor circular: A Brow, where neither age nor yet peevishness hath wrinkles set; Black eyes, The windows of the edisice Not staring out: Nor rolling wantonly about Their Orbs equal, partend by A Nose of purest Ivory: Her colour mixed, so that the eye Can't say that here the read doth lie, Or here the white, each part as loth To yield, yet equally hath both A Breath Might revive one at point of death: Vying with the Panchayan Groves When their tops an East wind moves; Lips blushing to be known, Kissing by the lookers on. Not still disposed To talk, nor yet in silence closed, Her Teeth white, a dimpled Chin, And clothed with the purest skin. Then as good painters use to place Dark shadows to the fairest face. Sad brown hair, whose curls may tie Those prisoners taken by her eye. Her mind clothed in virtue, not behind The others beauty, he that can Attain this Nymph's a happy man. A Woman refusing to show her Face. CLouded thus, Most men will think you leporous Woman would never court her glass If man did never court her face. We men make you what you are Whether you are wise or faire. Our praises Your glory raises, And are the Gailes That so proudly swell vour sails: Then withdraw this cloud that doth Wrong your beauty and your youth. TRACT 2. EPIST 7. The Lover having adopted himself Servant to a beauty that would make him believe she bath vowed chastity, may thus inform her by Letter. Dearest Mistress. YOu tell me you could love me above many, But are resolved never to mary any. One is no number, maids are then Nothing without the aid of men; You would live single, thou shalt be Single, though Hymen couple thee. Wild Savages that drink of springs Think water best of earthly things; But they that taste sweet wine despise it, virginity, though some do prise it compared with Marriage( try them both) Differ as wine from water doth. This idol called virginity Is neither essence to the eye, Nor any one exterior sense, Nor hath it place of residence: Nor earth, nor mould celestial, Nor hath it any form at all: Of that which is not, do not boast Things that are not, can't be lost. Foolish men call it virtuous; What virtue is't, thats born with us? Can honour be ascribd thereto? Honour is gained by things we do. Seek you for immortal famed, Some have wronged Dianaes name: Be she false, or be she not, Be she fair, vile tongues will blot; But you are fair, most wondrous fair, Gentle, young, and debonair; They'l think if thus you live alone, That some man keeps you as his own. Then( dearest) do not from me fly Following baneful infamy: For be assured 'mongst all the race of men None can yield Jupiter more honour then. ( Dearest Mistress) I dare prostrate at your feet G. K. The Lover being absent from his Mtstresse, in a far distant Country( having already made himself sure by contract) and hearing from his affencted one( by Letter) that in his absence, her Parents and friends endeavoured to frustrate his desires( she notwithstanding assuring him of her own firm fixed constancy) may return her this answer. My dear heart, I Esteem it a superlative happiness to hear that your Love to me is armor of proof against your Parents persuasions and threats, so that you cannot be betrayed by the one, nor destroyed by the other: be confident( my dear) that all the force of the world, though contracted in one, shall not be sufficient to cause in me the least relaxation of that Love I have sworn to practise, and which I am now doubly obliged to make manifest. Oh the ineffable felicity that they enjoy who have a harmony of hearts, and whose wishes meet in one center: I will once again attempt both in person and by proxy, to win the assent of your Parents in reference to their countenancing of our intended nuptials; but if again my endeavours prove ineffectual, I shall think the crime at least but venial, if contrary to their consents, we consummate Hymens rites, till the happy perpetration whereof, there cannot be the least real comfort expected by Your affectionate Lover and Servant E. K. A Song in Dialogue between a Lover and his mistress. Lover. SWeet let us here enjoy the shade ( Though envy of this shadow be) Yet Love in shadow best is made, Non brooks Sols lustre worse then he. mistress. Where Love doth shine, there needs no sun ( Without Love, all the World were dark) All lights into his one doth run, Yet he himself is but a spark. A complimental onset, this being the first time the wooer solicits his mistress. I need not here tell you, you are faire or lovely, or how well you dress you( Lady) Ile save myself that Eloquence of your glass, which can speak such things better far then I, and tis a knowledge wherein fools may be as wise as a court— &c. Or thus. I Have no ends upon you( Lady) more then this, to tell you how Love beauties good angel he that waits upon her, at all occasions( and no less then Fortune helps the adventurers) in me makes that proffer, which never faire one was so fond to lose, who could but reach a hand out to her freedom( Lady I speak in reference to your Guardian, whose strictness will not let you be yourself) on the first sight I loved you, think on it Lady) be your mind as active as is your beauty; view your object well, examine both my fashion and my yeares, things that are like are soon familiar, things that are soon familiar, and nature joys still in equality, &c. The Coy Ladies choice, or how to choose a Husband. 1. YOung and faire Crisped hair black chestnut colour or more slacken. 2. A soft hand, A brow that may command, Valiant. His foes to daunt. Yet no tailor help to make him, Being no man when's clothes forsake him. 3. bountiful ( But not to every guile Or every suburb Trull) Ever honest, as his birth, Nothing in him that is earth. 4 His actions such, As to do nothing too too much, Not condemn, Nor yet contemn, From all basedesse being free This man, or none, must mary me. A Song in parts, by endymion and Julietta. endymion. COme with our voices let us war, Till each of us be made a star, And challenge all the spheres, Till Tygres shed salt tears. Julietta. At such a call, what beast or fowle, What three, or ston doth want a soul? What man but must lose his ' l esse he of reason empty is. endymion. Lets mix our notes that we may prove, To make the mountain Quarries move; To stay the running floods, And call the walking woods. Iulietta. What need of me, do you but sing And touch with art the quavering string, sleep, and the Grave will wake, And stones will sense partake. endymion. They say the Angels mark each deed, And do on inward pleasure feed, Till ravished they do grow With what they view below. Julietta. Oh sing not you then, lest the best Of Angells, wishing such a feast; Should once again be driven To fall from earth to heaven. The Author inserts not this example as an encouragement to any man to solicit anothers wife, but for variety, and to delight the Reader, gives this sportive( supposed) Inter-locution in a Dialogue between CLODIVS and MESSALINA. Clodius. I Cannot( Lady) but extremely grieve, when I consider what a daughter of darkness your husband makes you, locked up from all society or object, your eye not let to look upon a face under a conjurers( or some mould for one hollow and lean like his) but by great means as I now make— Massalina. Troth sir, what you have uttered is more then true, of my unequal and most sordid match here, with all the circumstances of my bondage; I have a husband, and a two-legg'd one, but such a moon-ling as no wit of man, or Roses can redeem from being an ass, he is is grown too much the story of mens mouths to scape his lading, should I make it my study, and cast all ways, yea call mankind to help to take his burden off: but sir, you seem a Gentleman of virtue no less then blood, and one that every way looks as he were of too good quality to entrap a credulous woman, or betray her— Clodius. Let not the sign of the husband fright you( Lady) but ere your spring be gone, strive to enjoy it, you know flowers though faire, are oft but of one morning, all beauty doth not last until the autumn, you grow old even while I tell you this, those that cannot use the present, never were, nor ever shall bee accounted wise; if Love and fortune will please to take care of us, why should wee bee wanting to ourselves, this is all— what do you answer Lady? Messalina. Think but how I may with safety do it, I shal trust my love and honour to you, ever presuming that you will ever thriftily husband both against this husband of mine, who, if we can change his liberal ears to other ensigns, and with some labour make a new beast of him( as he doth deserve) cannot complain he is unkindly dealt with. Clodius. For this time then( dear Lady) Ile take my leave, I know your husbands jealous eye is over us, but wee will find a time( fairest of women) to kiss& touch, and laugh, and whisper too, and exercise those crowning courtships, for which day and the public are not pleased to allow a man; farewell dearest mistress, my man shall wait you ere to morrow this time with an Epistle from me. Messalina. I shall expect him, and return an answer. — adieu dear Sir. dialogue. 2. A Conceited complemental Inter-locution, supposed between FLORIO and FLORINDA. The maid or widow being desirous to flout and render her Inamorato ridiculous. Florio. FAith( mistress) I must needs create myself a creature of yours. Florinda. I hope( Sir) Nature hath not moulded you so Imperfectly, that there must be a second care taken how to contrive you. Florio. I mean( Lady) I have a strong Ambition to serve you. Florinda. Ambition( Sir) seems all things and yet is nothing, it fools opinion into faith, nor would I have you think me so Superbious( or rather sottish) that I desire such haughty servitors. Florio. You are critical( Lady) and desire rather to discover the sharpness of your wit, then the softness of your temper; I say, I desire to be linked with your sweet self in the bands of Matrimony. Florinda. Hymen forbid it( Sir) I shall never endure links or chains, you little think what a libertine I am, though I am no RANTER, I cannot brook the least limitation( bands say you) what have I done worthy the forfeiture of my freedom? if this be the abstract of your Affection, good sir, attempt to oblige others, I shall but hate you for't. Florio. I perceive the moon is now in Eclipse, I shall attend( Lady) till these clouds are dissipated, you women may be justly termed natures miracles, for you are very strange creatures, another time— Your servant— Florinda. I( Sir,) I, a year or two; Seven hence will be a very opportune time, tis my Clymactericall year,— Farewell— EPIST. 8. The Lover pithily persuading his mistress to relinquish her virgin resolves. Beauteous mistress, THough that no God may thee deserve, Yet for thy own sake( whom I serve) Abandon could virginity, The queen of Loves sole enemy, Practise the gesture of a Nun, When your flowery youth is don. Pallas joys in single life, 'Cause she cannot be a wife. Love then, and be not tyrannous, heal the heart thou hast wounded thus. stain not thy youth with avarice, Faire fools love to be counted nice. The corn dies if it be not reaped, Beauty is lost too strictly kept. Come then( dearest) let's not tarry, One day more, and we will mary. Which he humbly begs, who is wholly yours not to be disobliged, T. W. AN INVOCATION OF CVPID. The Lover desiring the assistance of his Deity for the attaining his mistress favour. Prosper me Loves deity, Then will I thy praise rehearse quiter throughout the universe. I will bring An offering, ' Ile hire some Poet for thy PRIEST, clothed in Raptures richly dressed. My eyes Shall inflame th'sacrifice, In thy name I will all jar's Compose and free the earth from war's. Ile tame Beasts by thy name, The Phoenix shall believe a Mate; The sittest means to propagate The Nightingale Sings songs of bale, She shall change her note and mourn, Not for her Rape, but for her scorn. Trees grow by two and two As they together grew. None shall be barren, they shall bear grateful issue to the year. Rivers shall stay kiss and play With their banks, then slowly creep To entermingle with the Deep, The earth shall bear grass all the year, And bewith lasting verdure clad, And what( till then) she never had. More then this( Cupid) Ile do, If thou wilt aid me whilst I wooe. dialogue. 3.( The Lover being not more taken with his mistress parts, then she with his perfections.) A Dialogue( Supposed) between Ferdinando and Euphemia. Ferdinando. LAdy, I esteem it a transcendent happiness, that destiny driven me this day into this place, where I behold all excellence in Epitome, and the most excellent beauty of the World: Ile assure you( Lady)[ and were it known unto you, my temper will not permit me to adulate] that I should esteem myself more then a Monarch, might I have the society of your rare self. Euphemia. Sir, You are pleased to think me worthy of such epithets as I dare not own, and know myself not to merit; you are( Sir) utterly a stranger to me, and therefore must give me leave to be diffident, it were as much immodesty in me, as imbecility in you, at first sight to settle mine affection: yet I must tell you, that never stranger found more welcome in my heart then yourself. Ferdinando. Dear Lady, bless mine ears once more with those ravishing accents; be confident my Love shall be as permanent as my service, and my service as durable as my love, both of them equivalent, and wholly devoted to you, while I am numbered amongst the living. Euphemia. Sir, I dare credit yout assertions, as real expressions, and( perhaps) durst echo them with equal ardency; but( at least for forms sake) let our motions be methodical. Ferdinando. You are my better Genius, I shall devoutly do, as you divinely dictate; may I have the happiness to wait on you to your Lodgings. Euphemia. Sir, Though I have not hitherto afforded those favours, yet( that you may know I prise your person, and esteem your friendship precious) I shall permit your proffer. Ferdinando. You honour me above thought. LOVES DOCTOR, Prescribing infallible remedies for those that are Love-sick. If taken with her Hair. Imagine those Tresses( which vie with unshorn Apollo's curls) to be chains and fetters, only ordained to secure thee, till the angry sentence be past. If wounded by her eyes. Imagine thou thyself wert the oblation, that must be offered up by those two cruel Priests. If enamoured on the Roses in her Cheeks. think that her beauty is adulterate, that she useth an oily Fucus, which wiped off her countenance, were the perfect picture of a parched dunghill; and though she never practised the art of delusion, yet believe all is counterfeit. If taken with her voice. Call to mind that Syrens sung far more melodiously then she, only with an intent to devour. If her breath seem aromatic. Remember that she subsists, by that which( if sucked in) would prove thy poison. If her body seem excellently compss'd. Believe that it is only a trophy raised on purpose to ruin thee, and that the monument of her beauties praise, must be built on thy breathless body. But if virtue most do please thee Then I know not how to ease thee: Yet if she be virtuous, then Sure she will not murder men. The praise of the Country life. An ODE. 1. GEntle Swain, good speed befall thee, Future times shall happy call thee: Honest Lovers shall commend thee, And perpetual famed attend thee. 2. Happy are those Woods and Mountains, And as happy are those Fountains, Where contents are still excelling, More then in a Princes dwelling. 3. These thy Flocks, thy clothing bring thee, Pretty Songs the Birds do sing thee, And what more the worth is seeing, Heaven and Earth thy prospect being: 4. Thy affection reason measures, Still most harmless are thy pleasures: And if night beget thee sorrow, seldom stays it till the morrow. 5. If all men could taste that sweetness, Kings themselves would loathe their greatness: For it such content would breed them, As they would not think they need them. 6. Whether thralled or exiled, Whether praised or reviled, This nor that thy rest doth win thee, But the mind which is within thee. 7. Much good do't them with their glories, We have red in antic stories, And 'tis worthy well the heeding There's like end, where's like proceeding. 8. Be thou still in thy desires Fanning thy fair mistress fires: And let never other beauty Make thee fail in Love or duty. EPIST. 9. A Gentlewoman being( justly) enraged that a( quondam) favourite of hers[ whom she once admitted to rifle every treasure she was mistress of] should prove such a sieve, as to boast how often he hath billeted in her quarters, may thus by( Letter) make him know that she is sensible how basely he betrays himself and her. Unworthy Sir, YOu confirm that which I have often heard( yet had not the grace to believe) viz. That dunghill-Spirited men, the more favours they receive, are the more animated to prejudice their Benefactors. Did I admit thee to my embraces( overcome by thy instant Solicitations, numerous vows, and pathetic protestations) and dost thou retribute my clemency with the loss of my famed and reputation? Degenerate Monster, canst thou possibly be so sottish, as to imagine the trumpeting of my shane( in reference to &c.) can advance thy credit, or the least support thy repute amongst magnanimous and noble spirited Gentlemen; be assured, though they willingly hear thee, they inwardly abominate thee as a degenerate villain, and a prodigy in nature; but though thine own wickedness be a sufficient castigation, yet I here adjure thee to surcease thy calumnious clack, or assure thyself thou hast not long to live,( if there be Pistols or Ponniards) which is the infallible prediction of her, Who hates thee more then Hell. M. L. VENVS NAKED. Instructions for an Amourist, who desires to praise his mistress perfections from head to foot, or to particularise With Her hair With Her brow With Her visage With Her chin With Her lips With Her eyes With Her eyebrows With Her mouth With Her teeth With Her cheeks With Her ears With Her neck With Her breasts With Her shoulders With Her arms With Her belly, &c. 1. Her hair. There's her hair with which Love angles, And beholders eyes entangles. somewhat brighter then a brown, And her tresses waving down At full length, are so dispread, They mantle her from foot to head. 2. Her Brow. Beauty there may be descride, In the height of all her pride. 3. Her Visage. Round's her Visage, or so near To a roundness doth appear, That no more of length it takes Then what best proportion makes. 4. Her Chin. Short her chin is, and yet so, As it is just long enough. loveliness doth seem to glory, In that circling promontory. 5. Her Eyes. These such gentle looks do lend, As might make her foe her friend. And by their allurings move All beholders unto Love. 6. Her eyebrows. On those eyebrows never yet Did disdainful scowling sit: Love and goodness gotten thither, Sit on equal thrones together. 7. Her Lips. Her soft Lips do show no dulness, Full they are, in meanest fullness. 8. Her Teeth. These are in such order placed, As their whiteness is more graced. When her Ivory teeth she buries 'Twixt her two enticing cherries, There appears such pleasures hidden, As might tempt what were forbidden. 9. Her Mouth. No part is more well disposed, Then her dainty Mouth composed; So as there is no distortion Thwarting that same sweet proportion. 10. Her cheeks. This is Beauties garden plot, Where, as in a True-loves knot; So the Snowy lily grows, Mixed with the crimson Rose. 11. Her ears. Then( almost obscure) appears Those her Jewell-gracing ears; Whose own beauties more adorn Then the richest pearl that's worn By the proudest Persian Dames, Or the best that nature frames. 12. Her Neck. 'Twixt her shoulders( meanly spread) To support that Globe-like head Riseth up her neck, wherein Beauty seemeth to begin To disclose itself in more Tempting manner than before. 13. Her breasts. He that there may rest( to prove) Softer finds those beds of Love, Then the Cotton ripest grown, Or fine pillars of such down As in time of moulting, fans From the breasts of silver Swanns. 14. Her Shoulders. Neither Alabaster Rocks, Pearle-strowed-shores, nor cotswoold flocks, Nor the mountaines tipped with snow, Nor the milk-white Swanns of Po, Can appear so faire to view, As her spotless Shoulders show. 15. Her arms. These possess the sweetest graces, That may apt them for embraces: Like the silver streams they bee, Which from some high hill we see, Clipping in a goodly vale That grows proud of such a thrall. 16. Her Hand. When she draws it from her glove, It hath virtue to remove, Or dispersed, if there be ought Cloudeth the beholders thought. 17. Her Belly. Is a faire and matchless plain, Where unknown delights remain: 'tis the store-house wherein pleasure Hides the richest of her treasure. 18. Her navel. There they say( for mind it well) I do this by hearsay tell: grows her navel, which doth seem Like some jewel of esteem. A Secret. Somewhat else there is thats hidden, Which to name I am forbidden: Though I know, if none were by, But true friends to modesty, I might name each part at will, And yet no mans thoughts be ill. SONG. 2. 1. IN Song Apollo gives me skill, There Love his Sisters deign, With those that haunt Parnassus hill I friendship entertain. Yet this is all in vain to me, So haplesly I fare, As those things which my glory be My cause of ruin are. 2. For Love hath kindled in my breast His never quenched fire: And I who often have expressed What other men desire, ( Because I could so dive into The depth of others mone:) Now I my own affliction show, I headed am of none. The Lover finding himself abused by her who promised him Marriage( she deserting him and electing another) may thus vent himself. mistress, TO make the doubt clear that no Woman can be constant, was it my fate to prove it fully in you? did I think there was but one woman that breathed pure air, and must she needs be as perfidious, as she is beauteous? is it the mark of your youth, or splendour, or your perfection, to bid defiance to reality? or think you Heaven is deaf, or cannot see, or having eyes winks at your perjured instability? are vows so cheap with women? or is the matter so liquid whereof they are made, being written in water, and blown away with every wind? who would have thought so many sweer accents, tuned to our so many sighs, should meet blown from our hearts, sprinkled with so many oaths and tears with the divine impression of stolen kisses, that sealed all, should now prove but empty nothings? did you draw bonds( mistress) with a mental reservation, having a full intent to forfeit? did you sign to break, or must we take all truths that we receive from you, by the contrary to that you speak, and find the truth out the wrong way? I sooner should have thought the Sun would have ceased to cheer the earth with his beams, that Rivers would run backward, or the Thames frozen all o'er in June. May he be cursed that thus hath murdered our Love, let misery in plaguing him use her utmost Art, let all eyes shun him, and he shun all Society, till his body become as noisome as his infamy. But my passion too much transports me, it is you( mistress) whom I rather ought to rail on, which( though you deserve it) because I will not do, I here conclude, committing you as a convict to the horror of your own conscience. R. L. The praise of an exact beauty. HAve you seen a lily grow Before rude hands have touched it? Have you marked but the fallo'th Snow Before the soil hath smutcht it? Have you felt the wool of Beaver? Or have you felt the Swans down ever? Or have you smelled o'th bud o'th briar? Or scented Nard, thrown in the fire? Or have you tasted the bag o'th Bee? Oh so white, Oh so soft, Oh so sweet is shee. The OBLIGATION. A Lover binding himself to perform an— imposed by his mistress. BY those eyes, whose immortal fires Serves Cupid to inflame desires; By that forehead whence he bends His double Bow, and's Arrows sends: By that hair whose globy rings He( flying) crispeth with his wings: By those baths, your cheeks discloses, Where he doth wash in Milk and Roses: By your lip, the bank of kisses, Where we may plant and gather blisses, I'll fulfil your just desire, Else let me like some dog expire. A SONG. 1. THough my mistress seem in show Whiter then the Pyrene Snow: Though I fitly might compare her To the lilies or things rarer, crystal, or to ice congealed: If those parts that lye concealed Be others given and kept from me, What care I how faire she be. 2. Though her visage did comprise The glorious wonder of all eyes, Captive lead, she hearts in chains killed or cured with her disdains. Chus'd beauty( that commandeth Fate) Her forehead where to keep her state; Should another step in place, I cared not, I'd not love that face. 3. Imagine next her brain divine Or mansion for the Muses Nine, Did her bosom yield choice places For the Charities and Graces; Had she stately Juno's style, Pallas front, or Venus smile. If he enjoy her and not I: For those virtues what care I. 4. traced she loves Queen in her treasure, And could teach the act of pleasure Made Lais in her trade a fool, Phrine or Thais set to school: To heal red, or could she do Worth jo and Europa too, If these sweets from me she spare, Ile count them toys, nor will I care. 5. But if my mistress constant bee, And love none alive save me: Be chast, although but something fair, Her least perfection I'll think rare: Her Ile adore, admire, prefer, Idolatrize to none but her, When such an one I find and try, For her Ile care, Ile live, Ile die. A Gentleman having attained the happiness to have the possession of his mistress person in his Chamber( she though greatly affecting him, yet desiring to be thought exquisitely chast) may thus express himself in a Dialogue between Arnaldo and Olivia. Olivia. SIr, if you judge me by this simplo Action, by the outward habit and complexion of that easiness it hath to your design, you may with justice not onely call me woman, but strange woman; but when you shall be pleased to bring that concurrence of my fortune which but very lately you were pleased to urge, it may beget a thing at least resembling an excuse, though none like reason. Arnaldo. No, my dearest mistress, then surely Love hath none, nor beauty any, I thought that I had enough removed already all scruple from your breast, I rather now durst to persuade myself to show you how that all commanding Love by his accesses grows more natural, and now since Love hath the honour to approach these sister-swelling breasts, and touch this soft and rosy hand, he hath the skill to draw their Nectar forth with kissing, and could make more wanton salts from this brave promontory down to this valley, then the nimble row, could play the hoping sparrow about these nets, and sport like to a squirrell in these groves, bury himself in every Silkwormes Kell; that is here unravelled then run into the snare, every hair here being cast into a curl to catch a flying Cupid; dear Lady, please to withdraw with me to the next room, a place that will more favour our embraces. Olivia. Good faith you make me pant. Arnaldo. Those blushes do but add unto your beauty,( could it be capable of an addition) this height of happiness shall ever bind me in the bonds of gratitude— A CONCEITED CATCH. 1. THen our music is in prime, When our teeth keep triple time; Hungry notes are fit for Knells, May lanknesse bee No quest to me, The Bagpipe sounds, when that it swells. 2. A Mooting night brings wholesome smiles, When John an oaks, and John a Stiles, do grease the Lawyers satin; A reading day Frights french away, The Benchers do speak Latin. 3. He that's full doth verse compose, Hunting deals in Sullen prose; Take notice and discard her, The empty Spit, Nere cherished wit, Minerva Loves the Larder. 4. First to breakfast, then to dine, Is to conquer Bellarmine. Distinctions then are budding, Numph crutches wit, Doth never hit But after his bag-pudding THE rural ACADEMY, OR Instructions for( and the manner of) the Uulgar, intermingled with other more Facetious fancies. viz. Such as Tom Tickle-foot. laurence Clod. Peter Puppie. Meg of the milk pail. Francis of the Apple-loft. Doll of the Darie, and such like. AN AMOROVS dialogue, Managed between John Medlay a tiler. and joan Simper-Sudds a Farmers Daughter. Medlay. NAy stay sweet mistress Joan, here are none but one friend( as they zay) desires to speak, a could word or two with you, how do you veele your zelfe this frosty morning? joan. What ha' you to do to ask I pray you, I am a could. Medlay. It seems you are hot good mistress joan. joan. You lye, I am as could as ice, feel else. Medlay. Nay, you ha coold my courage, I am past, I ha' done feeling with you. joan. Done with me, I do defy you, so I do, to say you ha' done with me. Medlay. Oh, you mistake, I mean not as you mean. joan. Meant you not knavery? Medlay. Knavery say you, bring but dog that will say John Medlay haz beat u'm, no, I am a Kyrsin soul, I take all the Hamlet to witness, if I were not begot in bashfulness, and brought up in shamefastness, bring but a Cat will swear upon a book, I ha' so much as zet a vier her tail; knavery quoth you? Ione. do you love me then John? Medlay. Harrow, alas I swelled as I go, burning in Love of little Cupido, wee'll be married to morn, Ione. Ione. No hast John to hang true volke, soft fire makes sweet malt. Yet John cheer up the better leg avore, This is a deed is once done and no more. John. And then tis done vor ever as they zay, Vor each man hath his hour, each dog his day. Ile go get my Leatherne Doublet with long points new furbush't,& a pair of wispes to swaddle my legs, for we mun dance on that day zure, and who can dance in boots. Hum drum I cry, No whole ox in a pie. And then my long sawsedge hose, with my hat turned up o'the leere side, wee'l have Rosemary and bays to vill a bow-pot, and with the zame Ile trim that vorehead of my best vorehorse, weell hire Father Rosin and his two boyes for a day and a half, lze warrant thee chuck. Ione. Ene as you list good John, I am all yours as they zay. A SONG.( At a Wedding.) 1. COme to the bride another fit fairly, to our country wit. But o'your best; let all the steel Of back, and brains, fall to the heel. 2. And all the quicksilver i'the mine, Run i'the foot veins and refine Your fork-um, jerk-um to a dance, Shall fetch the fiddlers out of France. 3. With the fancies of high trol Trol about the Bride-all Boll: And divide the broad Bride-cake, Round about the Brides stake. A POSSET. MY Lady young chaplain could never arrive, More then four points or thereabout; He proposed fifteen, but was graveled at five, My Lady stood up, and still preached 'em out. 2. The Red-hatred virtues in number but four, With grief he remembered, for one was not The habits Divine, not yet in our power, Were faith, hope and( brethren) the third is fogot. 3. Sir John was resolved to suffer a drench, To furnish his Spirit, with better provision; A Posset was made, by a levitical wench, It was of the chamber-mayds own composition. 4. The milk it came hot from an Orthodox cow, ne'er rid by the Pope, nor yet the Popes Bull. The heat of zeal boiled it— knows how, 'twas the milk of the word, believe it who will. 5. The ingredients were divers, and most of them new, No virtue was judged in an ancient thing, In the Garden of Leyden some part of them grew: And some did our own universities bring. 6. Inprimis two handfuls of long Digressions, Well squeezed and prest at Amsterdam, They cured Buchanans dangerous passions; Each Grocers shop, now will afford you the same. 7. Two ounces of calvinism not yet refined, By the better Physitians, not thought to be good, But 'twas with the seal of a Conventicle signed; And approved by the simpling Brotherhood. 8. One quarter of practical piety next, With an ounce and half of Histrio-mastix, Two spoonfuls of T. C. confused text; Whose close noted Ghost, hath long ago past styx. 10. The crumbs of comfort, did thicken the mess, 'twas turned by the frown of a sour faced brother; But that you will say converts wickedness, And will serve for the one as well as the other. 11. An Ell, London measure of tedious grace, Was at the same time conceived and said; 'twas eat with a spoon defild with no face, Nor the Image of an Apostles head. 12. Sir John after this could have stood down the Sun, Dividing the Pulpit, and text with one fist, The glass was compelled, still rubbers to run; And he counted the fift Evangelist. A Country Courtship, in a Dialogue, between Laurence Clod and Meg of the Milke-Paile. laurence. YE kind to others, but ye coy to me deft Mistress, whether then the cheese new prest, smother then cream& softer then the curds, why start ye from me ere ye hear me tell my wooing errand, and what rents I have, large herds and pastures, Swine, Kine, o' my own? and though my nale be cammus'd, my lips thick, and my chin briffled, Pan great Pan was such, I am na' say, na' Incubus, na' changeling, but a good man that lives o' my own gear. Meg. Ize care not for such luggage. laurence. An hundred udders for the pail I have, that gi' me milk, and curds, that make me cheese, and for the mercatts twenty swarm of Bees. Whilke all the Summer hum about the hive an aged oak, the King of all the field, with a broad beech that grows afore my door, that mickle mast unto the Ferme doth yield, but bid me, and I will strait play to you, and make you melody. Meg. By no means, ah to me all minstrelsy is irksome as are you. laurence. Why scorn you me, because I am an herdsman and feed swine, I also am Lord of other gear, smooth Bawsons cub the young Grice of a Gray twa' tynie urshins, and this Ferret gay. Meg. Out on 'em, what are these? laurence. I gem 'em ye. Leg. Out on the fiend and thee, go take them hence, they fewmand all the claithes and prick my coats, hence with them limmer Lowne, thy vermin and thyself; thyself art one. A SONG. Between two Lovers Sung in two parts. 1. he. COme my sweet, whilst every strayn Calls our souls into the ear, Where the greedy listing fain Would turn into the sound they hear: Least in desire, To fill the choir, Themselves they tie To harmony, Lets kiss, and call them back again. 2. She. Now lets orderly convey Our souls into each others breast, Where interchanged let them stay, slumbering in a melting rest; Then with new fire Let them retire, And still present, Sweet fresh content youthful as the earthly day. 3. he. Then let us a tumult make, Suffering so our souls, that wee careless who did give or take, May not know in whom they bee. Then let each smother And stifle the other, Till we expire In gentle fire, Scorning the forgetful lake. A complemental CONTESTATION. The Lover being unwilling to part with a late received token, which his mistress( seemingly) is very earnest to recover, which occasioneth a sublime dispute. A Dialogue( supposed) between Alberto and Sophrinda. Aberto. HE must be more the man that gains it back without my will. Sophrinda. Your justice must restore it, do you delight to triumph with soft spoils of a Ladies cabinet. Alberto. As I would not feign favour, or bely a jewel, or a twist, to gain the name of creature, or of a servant to any, so by your beauty( if I may swear by that) where honour is transmitted in a true mysterious gauge of an Immaculate mind, I will defend it as some sacred relic, or some more secret pledge dropped down from heaven, to guard me from the dangers of the earth. Sophrinda. But in that you make it common, you bereave it of all that you call divine. Alberto. He that vaunts of a received favour ought to bee punished as sacrilegious persons are, because he violates that sacred thing called spotless honour, but it may be seen, and yet not prostitute, I would not smother my joys and make my happiness a stealth. Sophrinda. Your thoughts do flatter your deceived fancy into a state, which when you leave to think, dies as your thoughts which kept it up, what is it, that you call joy and happiness. Alberto. I must confess I have no merits, whose just heart may extract ought from you called Love, yet when I do consider that Affection cannot look virtuously on any thing that is resplendent, but a subtle Image purely reflecting thence, must needs arise and pay that look again, I do take that leave to say, the careful Deities provide that love shall ner'e be so unhappy as to want his brother. Sophrinda. Why, I never spent a sigh for you, you never had a kiss for the reversion of one yet. Alberto. Such Love is but Loves idol, and these soft tones that confine it to a kiss, or an embrace; do as the superstitious did of old, contract the Godhead into a Bull or goat, or some such lustful creature; bee it far from me to think that whensoever I see clear streams of beauty, that I may presume to trouble them with quenching of my thirst, where a full spendour, where a bright effusion of immaterial beams do meet, for to make up one body of perfection, I should account myself injurious unto that Deity which hath let down himself into those rays, if that I should draw nigh without an awful Adoration, which my religion pays to you, but being you like not the devotion, be content to slight the sacrifice, but spare the Altar. Sophrinda. I am so far from turning a beast, in which there lives a spark of chaster honour, that I would hazard this so prized a trifle, which men call life, that I might live there still, and prove that Love is but an Engine of the careful powers invented for the safety and preservation of afflicted goodness, conceive not hence a passion burning towards you, for she that speaks like woman can be resolved like man. Alberto. I can distinguish between Love and Love, between flames and good intents, nay between flames and flames themselves, the grosser now fly up, and now fly down, still coveting new matter for food, consuming and consumed, but the pure quicker flames that shoot up always in one continued pyramid of lustre know no commerce with earth, but unmixed still, and still aspiring upwards( if that may be styled aspiring which is nature) have this property of immortality, still to suffice themselves, neither devowring nor yet devowred, which I aclowledge yours, on which I look as on refined Ideas that knew no mixture or corruption being one eternal simpleness, that these should from the circled of their chaster glories, dart out a beam on me, is far beyond all human merit, and I may conclude, th●y have onely their own nature for a cause, and that they are good, they are diffusive too. Sophrinda. Your tongue hath spoken your thoughts so nobly, that I should esteem myself the curse of all my sex, should I not gratify such worth with Love, I here proclaim myself, yours to dispose of. Alberto. And when I fail to manifest my gratitude, may Joves severest thunder strike me dead. A Letter to a mistress, occasioned by a dream,( or at least if the Lover please to affirm so.) Dearest, OR scorn, or pitty on me take, I must the true relation make: I am undone to night. Love in a subtle dream disguised, Hath both my heart and me surprised; Whom never yet he durst attempt t' awake, Nor will he tell me for whose sake He did me this delight Or spite. But leaves me to inquire, In all my wild desire Of sleep again, who was his aid, And sleep so guilty and afraid, As since he dares not come within my fight. Yours wholly E. C. AN EPISTLE.( But not to be used till the late Act bee of no force.) Beauteous mistress, BY those eyes, at whose purer fires, Love lights his torch, t'inflame desires: By your forehead whence he bends His bow, and round his arrows sends; By your hair, whose globy rings He curls, and crispeth with his wings. By your lips the bank of kisses, Where men may plant and gather blisses. Tell me, do you love, or no, That I may tell in verse tis so.. You blushy, but friends are either none, ( Though counted bodies) or but one, Ile ask no more, but bid you love, That either may example prove To other, and live patterns how Others may love, as we do now. Slip no time, Time stands not still, I know no faire one, else that will, To use the present's no abuse, Your husband, you make your excuse: Nought injures him, he's such an one Would make himself( and that alone,) That which we make him, in his wife, His issue, and all things of life; Because( forsooth) he will varie, he's content— extraordinary. A Country Woman schooling her son For not prosecuting his Love, Ad Rem. A dialogue, Between Mother Maudlin, and her Son Clod. Clod. SHe wished me at the Dee'l with all my presents. Maudlin. A tu lucky end, she wishend thee fowle Limmer d●ittie Lowne, good faith it duills me that I am thy Mother, thou wooe thy Love, thy Mistress with twa hedgehoggs, a stink and brook, a polcat, out thou owlet, thou shouldst ha' gin her a madge owl and then, tho' hadst made a present' o thyself, Owle-spiegle. clad. Why Mother I ha● heard you maund to geive as often as cause calls. Maudlin. I know well, it is a witty part sometimes to give, but what, to whame; no monsters' or to maidens, he should present them with mere pleasand things natural, and what all women covet, to see the common parent of us all, which maids will twire at 'tween their fingers— with which his sire gate him, he, he get another and so beget posterity upon her— this he should do( false Gelden) gaining thy gait, and du thy turns betimes, or I'is gar take thy new breikes fra thee, and thy du'let tu, the Talleur, and the souter shall undu all they ha' made, except thou manlier woe. Clod. good moder if you chiude me Ize do wai●s. Maudlin. Hang thee, I gief thee, to the Devills eirs. Two Gentlemen willing to paint forth some lecherous old Crone. A Dialogue between Olyndro and Gioto. Olyndro. YOU do her too much honor to think shee deserves a thing that can lust moderately, give her the Sorrel Gelding in my Lords long stable. Gioto. Or the same coloured brother which is worse. Olyndro. Her breath would rout an Army sooner then that of a Cannon. Gioto. It would lay a devil sooner then all Tytremius charms. Olyndro. How her breath blusters in her nostrils, just like the wind in a fowle Chimney. Gioto. For her Gate, that is such as if her nose did strive to outrun her heels. Olyndro. Her playster'd face doth drop against moist weather. Gioto. Which when she writes it, looks just like a rufled boot. Olyndro. Or an old paper-Lanthorn. Gioto. Her nose the candle in the midst of it. Olyndro. Sure the surveyor of the highways will have to do with her, for not keeping her countenance passable. Gioto. There lies a hoar-frost on her head, and yet a constant thaw in her nose. Olyndro. She is like a piece of firewood dropping at one end, and yet burning in the midst. Gioto. You may hear her guts squeak like Kitlings. Olyndro. They must come to that within this two or three years, by that time she will bee a true perfect Cat, they practise before hand. Gioto. Nothing is left her that may style her woman, but lust and tongue, no flesh but what the vices of the sex exact to keep them in heart. Olyndro. She is so lean, and out of— case, that' twete absurd, to call her devil incarnate. The Consecration of a new Built fabric. SAint Francis, and Saint Benedight, Bless this houss from wicked weight; From the Night-Mare, and the Goblin, That is hight Goodfellow Robin. AN ODE. In the praise of( the inward Endowments) some much meriting mistress. 1. THough beauty be the mark of praise, And yours of whom I sing be such As not the World can praise too much; Yet is't your virtue now I raise. 2. A virtue, like alloy, so gone Throughout your form, as though that move And draw, and conquer all mens love, This subjects you to love of one. 3. Wherein you triumph; yet because 'tis of yourself, and that you use The noblest freedom, not to choose Against or faith, or honours laws. 4. But who should less expect from you In whom alone, love lives again, By whom he is restored to men, And kept, and bread, and brought up true. 5. His falling Temples you have reared, The whither'd Garlands tane away, His Altars kept from the decay That envy wished, and Nature feared. 6. As on them burn so chast a flamme With so much Loyalties expense, Love to acquit such excellence, Is gone himself into your name. 7. And you are he, the deity To whom all Lovers are designed, That would their better Objects find, Among which faithful Troop am I. 7. Who as an offspring at your shrine Have sung this Hymn, and here entreat One spark of your diviner heat To light upon a love of mine. 9. Which if it kindle not but scant Appear, and that to shortest view; Yet give me leave t'adore in you What I in her, am grieved to want. A SONG. On a Lady sleeping. SEal up her eyes, O sleep, but flow mildred, as her manners, to and fro, Slide soft into her, that yet she May receive no wound from thee. And ye present her thoughts O dreams, With hushing winds, and purling streams, Whiles hovering silence sits without, careful to keep disturbance out. Thus seize her sleep, thus her again resign, So was heavens gift, wee'l reckon thine. SONG 2. On the same occasion. SEE how the emulous Gods do watch, Which of them first her breath should catch; Ambitious to resign their bliss, Might they but feed an air like this: Thus here protected she doth lye, hedged with a Ring of Majesty. And doth make heaven all her own, Never more safe then when alone. Thus while she sleeps Gods do ascend and kiss, They lend all other breath, but borrow this. A LOVE-LETTER. The Lover relating a discourse betwixt himself and Cupid, in reference to his mistress. DEarest Florinda, you alone that are My better fortune, and my wished star; You who do govern more my active blood, Then silver Cynthia doth the raging flood: hear me what late discourse I had of you, believe it, the narration's very true. Cupid, amongst my Muses finding me, By chance he happened your name for to see, Set to the viol, in a ravishing strain, Most sure, said he, if that I have a brain. The Nymph here mentioned can be no other, Then Paphos Queen, my lovely Sea-borne mother. For so hath mighty Homer praised her hair, And so hath smooth Anacreon drawn the air Of her celestial face, and made it rise just to the lustre of her sparkling eyes: Both her brows bent, and shaped like my Bow, By her Diviner aspect I her know. Those which you call my shafts, but look and see, You'l find, that they my mothers blushes bee. Such as that sacred bath, your verse discloses In her faire cheeks of milk, and fragrant Roses. Nay more then this, this Goddesse very name Comes near my mothers, nay it is the same; I do confess all this then I replied, witness that glass, that hangeth by the side; That very girdle that surrounds her waste, In all she Venus is, save that shee's chased. But Cupid know this, beauty yet doth hid, Some thing of greater worth then thou hast spied; The outward grace tis true, weak love beguiles, She is thy mothers self, when that she smiles; But she is the true Juno, when she walks, And quiter out-strips Minerva when she talks. A Lovers Contemplation. CAn Beauty that compelled me writ, Threat with those means, she did invite? Did her imperfections make me gaze, Then Love, and now would they amaze? Was she good a far off, but near A terror, or is this but fear? As water makes things put in't, streight, Crooked appear. So my conceit I can boldness help, Love swore With Fortune, to help those that dare But which shall led me, both are blind, Such Guides, they way can never find, Except the way err, to those ends The best are still the blindest friends; Now Lovers may mistake to think Love, Fortune blind, when they but wink, Or it may be, for truth and state 'Cause they would justice Imitate; veil their own eyes, Impartially To bring us to our destiny; If thus, come love, and Fortune go I'll led, or if my Fate will so I must sand first, my choice assigns My breast to love, Fortune my lines. council. DOings a pleasure bad and short, We must streight repent us of the sport Like Beasts, that onely know to do it, Let's not rush blindly on unto it; In time, that fervour will decay, But thus perpetual holiday; Let's close together, lye and kiss, There's no toll, nor no shane in this; This pleaseth and long will please, never decay, but is beginning ever. A platonic Inter-locution( supposed) between Parismus and Placentia. Parismus. FAirest of things, and onely like thyself, those pleasutes which the laden bosom of this lower world permits to careful mortals, are too gross, too earthy to be ours; let us mount the wings of our desires, and take a flight into Natures sincere kingdom, where she mints, and shapes refined delights, delights like thee. Placentia. Wee'l to those places set apart for love, where Trees kiss trees, and Branch embraceth branch, Poplar to Poplar whispers there, and Myrtle to Myrtle doth figh to Myrtle; Flowers erect themselves, and boughs incline to meet them in salutes, with an unquestioned freedom, no stalk being made yellow there by jealousy, no three whithering through sad suspicion, that this Flower doth court that bough, or that bough serve this Flower. Parismus. O these are joys fresh from the Dug of nature, there some plants show, they have fire even in their colours, some Dialogues, make, and some more passionate grieve, sweet odours are their sighs, and due their tears. Some leaves they say, have words of woe inscribed; as if that Flowers writ mutual letters too, our ancient Love-Priests say, that in that Garden a Rose, and lily( to whose sacred leaves the neighbouring Flowers do reverence) mingle roots, in a most streight embrace, and then produce Male Roses blanched, with the whiteness of the lily, and Female lilies dipped in the Roses blushy, each borrowing others beauty, so that 'tis thought Nature prophesies of some future times which shall fulfil it and be happy. Placentia. As they are types of things to come, so too 'tis said, that ancient stories are cut there in Trees, and the mysterious hedges are the Annals of former Ages, thus each thing contained something that may be red, doth make the whole but one fair volume to instruct blessed fowls. Parismus. But first my dear 'twere no impiety for us to mingle limbs while here on earth. Placentia. For that, my womans temper not allows I should encourage, or dehort you( dearest) our souls united are, our bodies then need no more happy union. Hunting( alluding to love) the Noblest Exercise. A SONG. 1. HUnting it is the Noblest exercise, Makes men laborious, active, wise; brings health, and doth the spirits delight, It helps the hearing and the sight. 2. It teacheth Arts, that never slip, The memory, good horsemanship. SONG. Sung by a Company of Cup-shaken Corybants. 1. Now, now, the Sun is fled Down into Thetis bed, Ceasing his solemn course a while, What then? 2. 'tis not to sleep but be Merry all night as wee. Gods can be made sometimes as well as men. OMNES. Then laugh we, and quaff until our rich noses Grow read, and contest with our Chaplets of Roses. 1. If he be fled, whence may We have a second day That shall not set till we command, Here see. 2. A day that does arise Like his, but with more eyes, And warms us, with a better fire then he. Omnes. Then laugh we, and quaff until our rich noses Grow read, and contest with our Chaplets of Roses. 1. Thus then we chase the night, 2. With these true floods of light. 1. This Lesbian wine which with it's sparkling streams Darting diviner graces, casts glories round our faces. 2. And dulls the Tapers majestic beams. Omnes. Then laugh we and quaff we until our rich noses Grow read, and contest with our Chaplets of Roses. A BLESSING BESTOWED VPON THE BANTLING OF A BROWNIST. 1. NOw thou our future Brother, That hast tane form from thy mother; Spring up, and Dods blessing on't, Show thy little sorrill pate, And prove regenerate, Before thou be brought to the font. 2. May the Parish Surplice bee Cut in pieces quiter for thee, To wrap thy soft body about, So t'will better service do, Reformed thus into The state of an Orthodox clout. 3. When thou shalt leave the Cradle, And shalt begin to wadle, And trudge in thy little Apron, Mayst thou conceive a grace Of half an houres space, And rejoice in thy friday Capon. For an error that's the Flocks, Name Mr. Paul, but urge St. Knox: 4. And at every Reformed Dinner, Let ch●ese come in and preaching, confirm an unsatisfied sinner; Thence grown up to hate a Ring, And deify an offering. 5. And learn to sing what others say, Let Christs tide by thy fast, And Lent thy good repast, And regard not an Holy day. Mayst thou talk thou knowst not what, And be a pretty prick-eard Brat. The presentation of a silk Hood. SO Love appeared breaking his way, When from the Chaos he b●ought Day, drawn from the tender bud, so shows The halfe-seen glory of the Rose, As you when veyl'd, and I may swear ( Viewing your beauty) buddeth there, Such doubtful life had groves, where Rods And twigs, at last did shoot up Gods, When shade then darkeneth the face, May I not reverence the place. Accept this vail then( sweet) for I Affect a clouded deity. A SONG. 1. TEll me no more of minds embracing minds, And hearts exchanged for hearts; That Spirits Spirits meet as winds do winds, And mix their subt'lest parts: That two unbodied essences may kiss, And then like Angels twist and feel one bliss. 2. I was that silly thing that once was wrought, To practise this thin Love; I climbd from sex to soul, from soul to thought. But thinking there to move, Headlong I rolled from thought to soul and then, From soul I lighted at the Sex again. 3. As some strict down-look'd men pretend to fast, Who yet in closerts eat: So Lovers, who protest they Spirits taste, feed yet on grosser meate. I know they boast they souls to souls convey, How ere they meet, the body is the way. 4. Let all believe this truth that those that tread Those vain aerial ways, Are like young Hares and alchemists misled, To wast their wealth and daies, For searching thus to be for ever Rich, They only find a medicine for the itch. A compliment all Rhapsody, Meriting presentation to any Noble mistress, the Lover desirous to illustrate the Beatitude of the( feigned) elysium. Dearest, FOr that our hearts to Loves soft pleasure yields, Love shall conduct us to th'Elyzian Fields; Among those pleasures we shall walk and see, Here some girl dallying, on her Lovers knee. Weaving what caught her heart into a net, Another into a twisted Anulet Of fagrant flowers, dancing before her D●are, Presenting all the pleasures of the year. There others making Dialogues with sighs In a sad parley, wooing with their eyes, Garlands and Nosegaies int' Epistles framed, There others sleeping( with late actions tamed) There with a bough of Myrtle one doth guard His sleeping mistress, taking his reward Oft from her rosy lips, while others run ( In a dissembled anger) as to shun Their zealous votaries, and at each turn, Fling Violets in their faces, here forlorn His arms across a pensive Lover sits And raves, and smiles and tears his face by fits; Till in conclusion he desert his mone, Grasping the slender wast of's loved one; queen of the kingdom, in a chair of light, Thou shalt enthroned be( my dear delight) While Doves with ointed wings o'er thee shal hover, An hourly tribute paid thee by each Lover As a due homage, each upon his Knee, Offering his heart, to be disposed by thee. fountains shall walk upon thy table, and Birds singing to the waters fall shall stand In crowds together on Ambrosiac Trees, Drawing the Spheres down with their melodies, And by the marriage of their mingled sounds, Make the three Syrens sleep, the charmed grounds yielding both myrrh and Cassia, every where, The bounteous soil shall blushing Roses bear. All this( my dearest) doubt not to enjoy Hereafter, if thou here wilt sport and toy. A Sportive complemental Interlocution( The Adolescent being willing for ever to frustrate her hopes whom he hath( seemingly) assented to mary) A Dialogue supposed between JVUENILLIO and THAIS. Juvenillio. HOw now, so melancholy sweet. Thais. How could I choose, being thou wert not here, the time is come I hope now, that thou wilt be as good unto me as thy word. Juvenillio. Nay, hang me if ere I repent, you will take me both wind and limb at the venture, will you not? Thais. Yes good chuck every inch of thee, shee were no woman that would not. Iuvenillio. I must tell you one thing, and yet I am loth. Thais. Pray thee tell me. Juvenillio. Why then Ile tell you sweet, I was not born with it I confess, but lying in turkey with a late ambassador( one of whose menial train I boast myself) the great turk somewhat suspicious of me lest I might entice some of his Seraglio, did command I should be forthwith cut. Thais. A heathen dead it was; none but an infidel could have the heart to do it. Juvenillio. Now you know the worst of me, that you must trust to; come let us to Church. Thais. Good sir excuse me, nature never intended one woman should be joined to another, the holy blessing of wedlock was increase and multiply, I will do nothing against Gods word, and therefore I here release you of your promises. Iuvenillio. Since you needs will cast east me off; let me entreat this one thing of you, that you would not make me your tabletalk at the next gossiping. Thais. Never fear it, indeed I pity thee, poor thing, or rather poor Nothing, I shall get you a contribution( perhaps) of the women of the Parish next Sunday, farewell poor maimed man. TRACT. 3. EPIST. 10. The Lover finding that his Mistresses affections are solely his, and that the obstinacy of her parents alone obstructs the fruition of his joys, may thus Epistolize. My dear dear, BEcause thy Parents gave thee flesh, must they therefore tyramnize over thy soul; indeed had they produced thee without sin, could they assure the state of the next life, and as they have begotten regenerate thee; there were no reason but thou shouldst place thy affection where they please, in hope, that either for thy sufferance, thou shouldst have future reward, or not thriving in thy endeavours, they should assuredly bear the blame: I confess Children owe much, and a great debt is due to Parents; yet if Heaven have not allotted them so much power as to challenge the lives they gave, how much less then should they become so tyrannous, as to take from them that high prized Jewel of liberty in choice, whereon depends the main contentment that Heaven can possibly afford. Well, since it is so, that there is no hope we shall ever accrue the assent of thy obdurate Parents( my Dear Dear) let us resolve that we have the suffrage of Heaven( where undoubtedly all marriages are decreed, ere they are consummated on earth) and( clandestinly) incorporate ourselves; since I find it is impossible for me to preserve my soul in flesh any longer with out thy society. My dear dear, thou knowest I am thine and thine only, G. K. SONG 3. 1. HAd I a mistress some do think She would revealed be, And I would favours wear and drink Her health upon my knee. 2. Alas poor fools, they aim awry, Their fancy flags too low; Could they my loves rare course spy, They would amazed grow. 3. Then ere my eyes betray me shall Ile swell and burst with pain, And for each drop that they let fall My heart shall bleed me twain. 4. For since my soul more sorrow bears Then common Lovers know, I scorn my passion should like theirs A common humour show. EPIST. 11. One friend( merrily) certifies another of the causeless jealousy of one of their acquaintance, containing the lively description of a jealous coxcomb. SIR, SHould you associate your friend C. B. at Table, you could not choose but laugh hearty( as myself have done) to see what notice the jealous woodcock takes of his wives words, and looks in what a fear he eats his meat, what superstitious signs he makes, how he nods and winks with twenty scurvy gestures; though the timorous soul cannot render you the least cause of his suspicion; now some have cause enough, and such seem to have colour for their distemperature; though there's little reason for any man to strive to retain that which will needs away: to seek to restrain a womans will, is but beating the wind, and he that strives to do it, deserves to be incorporate of their society who striven to hedge in the cuckoo. Why should a man put himself to pain( as some have done) to feign business, and then at night lurk about his habitation? where, be it but the stirring of a mouse, he takes strict notice of it, and what greater madness then so to do? for if thereby he make a discovery of any thing amiss, the greatest good that he shall get thereby is more vexation to prey upon his mind; for then the mischief that before he but feared, he is certain of now, and need doubt it no more: and is not that a goodly reward think you, this is honest C. B's case, and truly I pity him, for on my soul his wife is truly chast: I entreat you( for I know you have much power over him) to endeavour all you can to eject this devil out of him, which is all I have to say, save that I am Your friend in all service, T. L. SONG 4. 1. HEr dainty palm I gently prest, And with her lip I played, My cheek upon her panting breast And on her neck I laid; And yet we had no sense of wanton lust, Nor did we then mistrust. 2. With pleasant toil we breathless grew And kissed in warmer blood, Vpon her lips the honey due Like drops of Roses stood. And on those flowers played I the busy Bee Whose sweets were such to me. 3. But kissing and embracing we So long together lay, Her touches all enflamed me, And I began to stray. My hands presumed so far, they were too bold, My tongue unwisely told. EPIST. 12. The Lover having gained the goodwill of his loved one, but finding some obstruction, for that his estate is not equal to hers( the occasion why her friends endeavoured to break the match) may sand this letter to his mistress. Dearest happiness, ALthough unequal in degree and worth, And that our fortunes different be brought, forth. Say that which I dare call my own were not, The want of wealth cannot dissolve our knot. We are contracted, which is much at one As if the Church had made our union. Marriage was not ordained to enrich men by unless it were in their posterity: And they that do for other causes wed Nere knew the true sweets of a Marriage Bed; Nor shall they by my will, for 'tis unfit They should have bliss that never aimed at it. Though that bewitching gold the rabble blinds, And is the object of all vulgar minds: Yet those me thinks that graced seem to be With so much good as doth aprear in thee: Should scorn their better taught desires to tie To that which fools do get their' honour by. I can like of the wealth( I must confess) Yet more I prise the maid, though monylesse. One body I will never deign to make With her I loth for her possessions sake; Nor wish I ever to have that mind bread In me, that is in those, who when they wed Think it enough they do attain the grace Of some new honour, or some golden place. But I am too prolix, my jealous care Of thee[ lest fate be constant to my fear] Makes me so verbal( dearest) thee and I I see ourselves must knit the Gordian tie, Maugre the frowns of friends, let's give our hands, And afterwards discourse of coin and lands. Which is the ardent desire of( dearest) your passionate Lover, and zealous Servitor, M. S. SONG 5. 1. I wandered out while ago, And went I know not whither; By chance rare beauties many a one Were in a knot together. 2. Like two fair Suns two beauties bright, I shining saw together; And tempted by their double light My eyes I fixed on either. 3. Such equal sweet Dame Venus gave, That I preferred not either; And when for love I thought to crave I knew not well of whether 4. But seeing my divided heart In choosing knew not whether, Love angry grew, and did depart, And now I care for neither. EPIST 12. A Maid or Widow being forsaken by him, who once protested entire affection to her, may thus divulge her grief by Letter. faithless friend, I Know had I been false or wavering in my faith, thou wouldst have shown thyself highly invective against women, and if in me it had heen an Error, shall it be thought no sin in thee? rather I hold that that which is a blot to my reputation, would die thine with the deepest tincture of infamy, because nature hath ordained thee more vigorous, and therefore more able to endure a wrong: But it is the fatalitie of our sex, that you have the sole predominancy, and the care and burden only is ours. You saw that at first I let in pitty, then approbation, and when I might have scorned thy love( as now thou despisest my affection) I entertained it among the inmost Angles of my breast: if thou canst excuse this treachery, it must be with the aid of some more potent thing then reason. Perfidious man, be assured that heaven will not wink at thy treachery, to whose justice I surrender thee, desiring whilst I am mortal to remain, Thy worst enemy, W. G. A maid or widow being forsaken, may thus certify her false friend by Letter. OH false and perjured man, whose lust hath no satiety, Since nothing please thee can Save changes and variety. O thou alone, Constant to none, In nothing settled save impiety. Our sex why dost thou blame, term women sole offenders: Tis you that's past all shane Are still your own commenders. That care nor fear to whom you swear, Cease judging and be now suspenders. Phillis was chast and faire, Demophoon false and cruel, sapph thought Phaon rare, And he termed her his jewel. But traytors they Their loves betray, Poor we can oft foresee, but not eschew ill. Falser then either, thou As foully hast betrayed me But Ile beware thee now, As heaven I hope shall aid me. All thy procurements, And sly allurements Henceforth shall never more persuade me, Thy oaths I hold as lies, I scorn thy crafty smiling, Thy shape a mere disguise, Thy practise but beguiling, All thy protests, As scoffs and jests, And thy fair words no better then reviling. poisons Ile think thy kisses, And from mine keep thee fasting, Thy torments count as blisses, Thy breathing fear as blasting; And thank my fate I now can hate, Thee whom I now Abandon everlasting. Which is the firm and unalterable resolution of her whose curses shall ever attend thee till they sink thee. M. K. A SONNET. FOr Loves sake kiss me once again, I long and should not beg in vain. Heres none to spy or see, Why do you doubt or stay? Ile taste as lightly as the Bee; That doth but touch his flower and flies away. Once more and faith I will be gone, Can he that Loves ask less then one. Nay, you may err in this, And all your bounty wrong, This could be called but half a kiss, What w'are but once to do we should do long. I will but mend the last and tell, Where, how it would have relished well; join lip to lip, and try, Each suck others breath. And whilst our tongues perplexed lye, Let who will think us dead or wish our death. A Letter Pacificatorie, the Lover having rashly incurred his mistress displeasure, &c. Bright mistress, I confess myself broken to my vows, oaths, and all I had that might savour of credit, so that I am now driven almost to desperation, and must of necessity commit some outrage upon myself, for such a sadness as hath seized upon me, seldom or never appoacheth save to kill; offended mistress, you alone can lend succour, and force back this fury, you are yet so lovely, as that a light breaks from you which affrights despair herself, and fills my powers with a persuading hope, that you should be too noble to destroy where it is in your power to save: if there be nothing in me you can perceive worthy your grace and pardon, spare your own goodness yet, and be not great in will and power, onely to exercise on God and goodness, the ignorant and fools are onely pitiless, but it is Godlike to forgive and save; I will not stand to justify my fault, or lay my excuse upon the wind, nor bee niggardly in confessing my crime, or by naming my company, endeavour to countenance my 'vice as if I would urge Authority for sin: no, I will stand arraigned and cast, that so I may become the subject of your clemency, and may have just cause to aclowledge myself your Mercies Creature, resolving for the future, to live more your honour, then before your disgrace, think me man mistress, think it was frailty, where weakness offends, and piety is penitent, there greatness takes a glory to relieve, think that I was once yours, or at least again may be, and that nothing can be vile that is a part of you; I am regenerate now, and become the child, of your compassion, bee pleased therefore to remit this one fault, and for expiation thereof, command me thousands of services, which alone can make happy, Your dejected servant, E. L. A Congratulation at a Marriage. 1. WHiles early light springs from the skies, A fairer from your Bride doth rise, A brighter day doth thence appear, And make a second morning there, Her blushy doth shed, All ore the bed, Clean shamefaced beams, That spreads in streams, And purple round the modest air. 2. I will not tell what shrieks and cries, What angry dishes and what ties, What pretty oaths( then newly born) The listening Taper heard there sworn; Whiles froward shee, Most peevishly Did yielding fight To keep ore night, What shee'd have proffered you ere morn. 3. Faire, we know, maids do refuse To grant what they do come to lose, Intend a conquest you that wed, They would be chastened ravished. Not any kiss From mistress Cis, If that you do, persuade and wooe. Know pleasures by extorting fed. 4. Oh may her arms wax black and blew, Onely by hard encircling you, May she round about you twine, Like the easy twisting vine. And whilst you sip, From her full lip Pleasures as new As morning due; Let those soft ties your hearts combine. THE ELEGANT AMAZON, Fighting in the vindication of herself and her and whole sex, against the whole race of mankind, who tax them of inconstancy. HAng up those dull and envious fools, That talk abroad of womans change, We were not bread to sit on stools, Our proper virtue is to range. Such as in valour would excel, do change( though man) and often fight, Which we in Love must do as well, If ever we will love aright Nor is't inconstancy to change, For what is better or to make, ( By searching) what before was strange. Familiar for the uses sake, And this profession of a store In love doth not alone help forth Our pleasures, but preserves us more Familiar for the uses sake. ANOTHER. TAke change away, you take our lives, Wee are no women then but wives; The frequent varying of the dead Is that which doth perfection breed. The good from bad is not descried But as 'tis often vexed and tr●'d: For were the worthiest woman cursed To love one man he'd leave her first. AN ODE. TO walk and rest, to live and die And yet not know whence, how, or why To have our hopes with fears still checked, To credit doubts, and truths suspect. This, this is that we may A lovers absence say. Follies without, are cares within, Where eyes do fail, their souls begin. DIALOGUE 4. The second onset that the lover gives to his mistress, a Dialogue( supposed) between Anaphill, and Artesia. Anaphill. FAith( Lady) you might certainly conclude me near of kin to the Leveret, if I should abandon my hold for a blast of breath, the repulse I lately received from your faire self, hath rather animated, then disconsolated me, love enjoins me, and affection commands me once more to dare my destiny, and to implore you would be pleased to commiserate him, who if( for ever appointed to be) destitute of your deified substance, is for ever lost. Artesia. Sir, you are Master of a very confident spirit, did I not resolve the last time I saw you, that I wanted a will to wed; or were I desirous of a Husband, you( of all men) were most incapable of my embraces. Anaphill. I confess( Lady) at that time, you were every jot as cruel as yourself reports; but since I have entred into strict scrutiny with myself, and can discover no cause that might make you so averse, unless( paradoxically) you conceit it a crime to make a real expression of an in-expressible love. Artesia. Alas( Sir) your qualifications want strength enough to captivated my faculties, you had need put yourself to the expense of three years time in cunning ore the Academy, or in getting shake-spears, Venus and Adonis by heart: he that I affect must be at once both Orator and Poet, Demosthenes and Ovid must be out-done by him, or it will prove an Herculean labour to arrest my resolutions. Anaphill. I must confess I want the Frenchmans oily phrase, as much as the Spaniards froathie Bravadoes; yet( Lady) I should injure truth, should I say that I wanted sense, understood not men and manners, and sometimes knew not how to declaim with tully, as well as to Poetize with Tibullus. Artesia. Well( Sir) you shall give me time to summon my senses, to debate while with my reason, affection, and will: I shall shortly give you their resolves. Anaphill. I shall expect with patience— your humblest creature. SIX merry MAVNDERS: OR, THE( NEW) BEGGARS SONG. The first. LOrdly Gallants, tell me this In your greatness, what one bliss Have you gained that I enjoy not ( Though my safe content you weigh not.) The second. You have Lands lye here and there, But my wealth is every where; And this addeth to my store, Fortune cannot make me poor, The third. Shee I love hath all delight Rosie-red, and lily-white: And who ere your mistress be Flesh and blood as good as she. The fourth. To yourselves you wise appear, But alas deceived you are: You do foolish me esteem And are that which I do seem. The fifth. That in which my pleasures be No man can divide from me And my care it adds not to, What ere others say or do. The sixth. You to please your sences feed, But I eat good blood to breed: And am most delighted than When I spend it like a man. chorus. If you boast that you may gain The respect of high-born beauties: know we never wooe in vain, Nor ere scorned are our duties. Therefore our despised power, Greater is by far then your: And what ere you think of us, They're most happy that live thus. A sportive complemental colloquy( for the solace of the reader,( supposed) between Didaco and Mamilla. Didaco. FAirest of all things, will you eat a piece of Ginger-bread. Mamilla. You might have better manners, or at least more civility, then to scoff her that never injured you. Didaco. Indad I love you, I vow I burn in love like some penny faggot. Mamilla. Saint Winifrid forbid it. Didaco. And I shall blaze out sir reverence, if you do not quench me. Mamilla. May I credit it? Didaco. Credit it? may I never eat more else. Mamilla. Though I say it that should not, I am affencted towards you strangely, there's a thing comes each night to my beds head, every jot as swarthy, and much resembling thyself. Didaco. And to me every morning a voice utters these words, Matrimony, Matrimony, Didaco. Mamilla. Now God forbid it. Didaco. Then do I shake all over, but I believe it is some spirit that would join us. Mamilla. Goodly, goodly, may I believe this also? Didaco. What? not believe Don Didaco Doloso. Lady, I am wholly entirely yours, yea more, your Servants Servant. Mamilla. Me thinks you contradict yourself, how can you be wholly mine, and yet my Servants Servant? Didaco. I do but compliment in that, if thou canst love, I can love too, law thee there now, I am rich. Mamilla. I use not to look after riches, 'tis the person that I aim at. Didaco. That's me, I am proper, handsome, faire, clean-limb'd, I am rich. Mamilla. I must have one that can direct and guide me, a Guardian rather then a Husband, for I am foolish, yet. Didaco. Now see the luck on't Lady, I am so too, I faith. Mamilla. Who ere hath me, will find me to be one of those things which his care must reform. Didaco. do not doubt that I have a head for reformation, this noddle here shall do it. I am rich. Mamilla. Riches create no love, I fear you take me for formality only. Didaco. Do not think I have any plots or projects in my head, I will do any thing for thee that thou canst name or think on. Mamilla. By my virginity, I fear you'l flinch. Didaco. By my virginity( which is as good as yours I am sure) by my virginity, if we men have any such thing( as we men have such a thing) I will not flinch. Mamilla. My desire is then, that for the time to come you shall not so much as cast a sheeps eye upon any woman save myself. Didaco. If I look upon any but your sweet self, may I lose one of mine, mary Ile keep the other howsoever. Mamilla. I know not how I may believe you. Didaco. Blind me good now with this handkerchief, let me have but any reasonable thing to led me home, I do not care though it be a dog, so that he knows the way, or hath the wit to inquire it. Mamilla. Well Sir, Ile take your own word. Farewell. THE MARRIAGE. The Bride coming out of her Chamber. SEE the bride in all parts rare, Full ripe for man( by Venus care) Her face chast, like to her attire, Her modest blushes kindle fire: Within her cheek, which by degrees grows hot, and warms all that she sees. The youths dispersed here and there, Move swift to see this star appear: With such refulgence on each hand Old men and aged Matrons stand: Making a lane for her to pass, While they think on the time that was. Their youth, their strength, now gone and wasted, And nuptial sweets which they have tasted. On she goes, by the arms her led Two Ganymedes whatsoe'er she tread. The eatth would have her to insist, As loathe to part with what she kist. Still she proceeds upon the way, While Zephire with her locks doth play; And Boreas once again turned lover, blows off her vail for to discover So rare a beauty, and dare swear A new Orythia doth appear. Thus was Argive helen seen, Meant by Menelaus for his Queen. The Bridegrooms first appearing. SEE now the gates are opened wide, From whence the Bridgroom towards the Bride, Doth issue his soft tender skin, Nere razor felt his budding chin: Nought save purest down can show His Mantle he ore him doth throw. Love troubles whiles she waits him still. Now entering he doth gaze his fill, Feasts his eyes on his sovereign bliss, Which done, they do embrace and kiss. The nuptial song at their return from the Temple. The Mothers then with more then common care Make business and bestir them, who prepare To led them to their rest, whom as they bring Near to the Chamber door the Quires thus sing. MOst faire, most chast and meriting Bride, Like to your Lord, to sports untride Apply yourselves, oh may your sheets Abound with all delicious sweets. Let Lucina when her childing grows Release her from her painful throws. fruitful as th'vine, let Bacchus fill Her cup with juices that distil From his choice Grapes: best of mankind Your sexes pride, oh may you find Daies of joy shortened nights of rest, May you for ever live thrice blessed In your fair issue; y'are happy then, Hark, unto this fates cry Amen. Their going to bed. BEhold the Bed with all things fit, On the side thereof a while they sit Alone, they talk, they toy, and smile, She, while she can, Time doth beguile; until her cheeks are all bewept, To lose what she so long hath kept. She casts her eyes oft on the place Where shee's to wrestle, hides her face, Nor dares she for to enter in, Doubting what's lawful is a sin: He gently doth compel the lasse As she were not of flesh but glass. Loth for to hurt her, yet he throws Her softly down, and near her grows. Venus doth teach them a new trade, The Marriage Queen is Chamber-maid: Juno herself officious grown Attend, to teach them Warres unknown. He seeks for Babies in her eyes, And feels her Ivory breasts that rise Like two white hills, and still doth praise All that he touches, and thus says. Oh flourishing Virgin now my Bride, Ya're grown at length thus near my side: Of all my hopes the only treasure, My long expected, latest pleasure. My dearest Wife, this could not be But by the almighty Powers decree. And will you now Loves power withstand? At this she stays his forward hand, Trembling to think what's to ensue, Or prove the thing she never knew: She seems entranc'd and prostrate lies, No word to utter nor no eyes To see, she winks and lieth still, He must, and let him act his will. 'Twixt them they quench their amorous fires, She hath her fears, he his desires. EPIST. 13. The Lover not having time or opportunity to advertise his mistress( in person) that on such a day, he( with some others) shall desire her company, &c. may thus certify her. Dear heart, ( TO prevent thy surprisal unawares) I held myself obliged to give thee notice, that on wednesday next, myself( heaven knows against my mind, but I dare not deny) with some certain Princoxes, and their pliant Paranymphs, shall take a journey to Hogsden, to solace ourselves, and make experiment what accommodation the Town affords. I presume to assure myself that I shall not be a cipher( as without thy person I must needs prove) and they in full numbers; therefore be pleased to gratify my( bound) service with this high favour, to adjourn what ever employment thou hast destinated for that day, which shall( if it be possible) yet further confirm me Your humblest Servant, G. S. SONG 6. 1. I do scorn to vow a duty, Where each lustful lad may wooe; Give me her whose Sun-like beauty Buzzards dare not soare unto. 2. Proud shee seemed in the beginning, And disdained my looking on t But that coy one in the winning, Proves a true one being won. 3. Therefore know when I enjoy one ( And for love employ my breath) Shee I court shall be a coy one, Though I win her with my death. 4. he's a fool that basely dallies, Where each Peasant mates with him. Shall I haunt the thronged valleys Whilst there's noble hills to climb? 5. Leave me then you Syrens, leave me, Seek no more to work my harms: Crafty wil●ss cannot deceive me, Who am proof against your charms. TRACT 4. EPIST. 14. A Maid( or Widow) being forsaken by him, who she once thought affencted her dearly; and being resolved to slight his neglect, may thus certify him by letter. SIR, IT was a happy time, and was well with me; before I was bewitched by thy Syrenical allurements: never Maid enjoyed more sweet content; the melody I used was free, and such as that pretty makes, Whom never hand did seize upon, I remember I could then read over the politic contrivances, and subtle stratagems of men, to betray our silly sex, how they would sigh, look sad, protest and swear, yea feign to die, when they never felt so much as the slender touch of worthy love; all which revolving in my mind, I made a vow( the general humour of our sex) that never any mans complaint, or his fair tongue, should move my heart to liking; but who can promise to themselves an unalterable progress in their resolves, I have infringed my oath, believed and liked at once, yea so far had I proceeded, that( till within these few daies) I saw not how so much as to hope a freedom. But now perfidious man) know, that as I am sensible of thy treacherous levity, so I shall never be won( hadst thou the worlds treasure at thy command) to accept of thy society; I have found my Error, and recovered my trewant senses, so that I am now. My own( next heaven) at command S. E. A MADRIGALL. 1. WHy do I fond wast my youth In secret sighs and tears? Why to preserve a spotless truth taste I so many cares? 2. For woman that no worth respect Do so ingratefull prove, That some shall win by their neglect What others lose with love. A MISCELLANY OF SONGS, ODES &c. SONG 1. 1. WAst I that nere did bow In any servile duty, And shall I be made now A Slave to Love and beauty? 2. do not Poor heart depend On those vain thoughts that fill thee; They'l fail thee in the end, So must thy passions kill thee. 3. What ere she do protest, When fortunes do deceive me; Then she with all the rest I fear alas will leave me. AN ODE. ONe frown though but in jest, Would rob me of my rest. O rather now Ile die, 'twere worse then death if I, Whilst I thus gentle find her, Should find she proves unkinder. SONG 2. 1. IN her eyes I find Such signs of pitty moving: Shee cannot be unkind Nor err, nor fail in loving. 2. And on her forehead this seems written to relieve me, My heart no joy shall miss That Love or she can give me. 3. Which if I find, I vow My service shall persevere: The same that I am now, I will continue ever. 4. No others high degree, Or beauteous looks shall change me: My love shall constant be, And no estate estrange me. SONG 3. 1. THose that have set the best at nought, And no man could enjoy, At last by some base guile are caught, And gotten with a toy: 2. Yea, they that spend an ages light Their favours to obtain: For one unwilling oversight May lose them all again. 3. Oh if the noblest of her time, And best beloved of me, Could for so poor, so slight a crime, So voided of pitty be. 4. Sure had it been some common one, Whose patience I had tried; No wonder I had been undone, Or unforgiven dyed. ODE 2. MAny a dainty seeming Dame Is in Native beauty lame. Their tires, Their wyres Grace some women, but in truth They have quiter outlived their youth: One a ruff doth best become, Handkerchiefs much alter some: And their favours oft we see Are changed as their dressings be. Give me her is still the same As constant as her christen name. SONG 4. 1. I Have a love that's fair, Rich, wise, and nobly born; Shee's true perfections heir, Holds nought but 'vice in scorn. 2. And yet I do not fear ( Though she my meanness knows) The willow branch to wear, No, nor the yellow hose. 3. Some say that love repents Where Fortunes disagree: I know the highest contents From low beginnings be. SONG 5. 1. FIe, fie, forbear, No common care Could ever my affection chain. Your painted baits And poor deceits Are all bestowed on me in vain. 2. My Spirit loathes Whe●e gaudy clothes, And feigned oaths may love obtain. I love her so Whose looks swear no That all your labours will be vain. 3. I can go rest, On her sweet breast, That is the pride of Cynthias train. Then hold your tongues. Your Mermaids songs Are all bestowed on me in vain: 4. No, no, though clowns Are scared with frowns; I know the best can but disdain; And those Ile prove, So shall your love Be all bestowed on me in vain. ODE 3. FAirest Caelia I did woe And I courted Delia too. Britomart for her love I choose, Panthea for her Damask Rose In her cheek, I held her dear, And a hundred else well-near: And in love with altogether, Feared the enjoying either. 'Cause to be of one possessed, bared the hope of all the rest. SONG 6. 1. NOte of me was never took For my woman-like perfections; But so like a man I look, It hath gained me best affections. 2. Though some lord it over me, They in vain thereof have braved; For their lusts my servants be, Whereunto their minds are slaved. SONG 7. 1. WHy do foolish men so vainly Seek contentment in their store, Since they may perceive so plainly I am rich in being poor. 2. Why are idle brains devising How high titles may be gained, Since I those poor toys despising Things far higher have attained. 3. If all men could taste that sweetness I do in my meanness know: Kings would be to seek, where greatness And their honours to bestow. 4. Rich, or born of high degree, fools as well as you may be: But that peace in which I live No descent or wealth can give. ODE 3. NEar a pleasant Fountain side, I a matchless beauty spied; So she lay as if she slept, But much grief her waking kept. And she had no softer pillow Then the hard root of a willow. So much grief me thought she shew'd, That my sorrows it renewed. But when nearer her I went, It increased my discontent; For a gentle Nymph she proved, Who me long( unknown) had loved. SONG 8. 1. WHy( my dearest) are these frowns, And these pitchy mists of sorrow? Anger never none renowns: Sure you do these looks but borrow. 2. Hath my zeal occasioned this, Or my faith or constancy; Oh shall ought eclipse our bliss, One smile will cure this malady. 3. So those cheerful looks revive Me, and every other creature; Ever look so, and thou'lt give A life that shall discredit nature. EXAMPLES REFERRING TO EPISTOLARY EXORDIVMS For the beginnings of Letters of all sorts. WOrds vanish soon and vapour into air, While Letters on record stand fresh and faire. As keys do open chests, So Letters open breasts. Example first. My worthy esteemed Nephew, When you see Mr. G. L. I pray tell him, that I did not think E. Waters had such a Lethaean quality in them as to cause such an Amnestia in him of his friends here upon the Thames, &c. Example 2. To the honourable Lady, the Lady D. C. Madam, Whereas you were lately pleased to ask leave, you may now take Authority to command me, and did I know any of the faculties of my mind, or limbs of my body, that were not willing to serve you, I would utterly renounce them, &c. Example the third. On the like occasion. Madam, There is not any thing wherein I take more pleasure then in the accomplishment of your commands; nor had ever any Queen more power over her vassals then you have o'er my intellectuals, I find by my Inclinations, that it is as natural for me to do your— as for fire to fly upwards, &c. Example the fourth. Sir, I much value the frequent respects you have shewed me, and am very covetous of the improvement of our acquaintance; for I do not remember at home or abroad, to have seen in the person of any, a Gentleman and a Merchant so equally met, &c. Example 5. Honoured Sir, I confess you have made a perfect conquest of me by your favours, and I yield myself your captive; a day may come that may enable me to pay my ransom, in the interim, let a most thankful acknowledgement be my bail and mainprize, &c. Example 6. Dear Sir, FIrst shall Heavens lamp forget to shine, The stars shall from the sky decline; The Orient with the West shake hand, And the Worlds Center cease to stand: Wolves live with Lambs, and Dolphins fly, Lawyers, and empirics gold deny. Thames shall with nile exchange her bed; My mistress locks with mine turn read: Heaven lye below, and Hell above, Ere I to you unconstant prove, &c. Example 7. Gentle Sir, I value at a high rate the fair respects you show by the late ingenious expressions of your Letter; but the merit you ascribe unto me in the superlative, might have very well served in the positive, &c. Example 8. Sir, Though I am content to believe that you are firm in the fundamentals of friendship, yet I find, under favour, that you have lately fallen short of performing those exterior offices, as if the ceremonial Law were quiter abrogated with you in all things; friendship allows of merits, and works of supererogation sometimes make her capable of eternity: on my part, the ancient friendship is still pure, and incorrupted, and though I have not the opportunity you have, yet I shall never err in the essentialls, &c. Example 9. Sir, If you continue to wrap up our young acquaintance in such warm choice swadlings, it will quickly grow up to maturity, and for my part, I shall not be wanting to contribute that reciprocal nourishment which is due unto me. Example 10. Sir, In my last I writ to you that C. D. was dead,( I meant in a moral sense) he is now alive again, for he hath abjured that Club which was wont to knock him in the head so often and drown him commonly once aday. I discover divers Symptoms of Regeneration in him, for he rails bitterly against Bacchus, and swears there is a devil in every Berry of the Grape, therefore he resolves hereafter, though he may dabble a little sometimes, he will never bee drowned again, &c. Example 11. Sir, The wishes you writ R. S. lately made, were almost as extravagant in civill matters, as the afore mentined were in natural, for if he were partaker of them, they would draw more Inconveniences upon him then benefit, being nothing sortable to his Disposition or breeding, and for other reasons besides, which I will reserve till I next face you, &c. Example 12. AN ODE. 1. COuld I but catch those heavenly rays Which Phoebus at high noon displays: I'd set them on a Loom, and frame A scarce for Lydia of the same. 2. Could I that wondrous black come near, Which Cynthia, when eclipsed, doth wear; Of a new fashion I would trace A Mask thereof for Lydias face. 3. Could I but reach that green and blew Which Iris decks in various hue From her moist brow, Id'e drag them down To make my Lydia a summer gown. 4. Could I those whitely stars go nigh Which make the milky way i'th sky: Ide poach, them and at Moon shine dress Make my Lydia a rare mess. CONCLVSONS TO NOBLE MEN ORDINARY. Yours ever to Love and serve you. Yours most affectionately to serve you. Your most faithful humble servitor. Yours entirely to serve you. Your faithful servitor. Yours most ready to be commanded. Your most obliged servitor. Your obedient servitor. Your most humble and ready servitor. Your entire and true servitor. Your firm inalterable servitor. Your humble and hearty servitor. Your respectful friend to serve you. Your very respectful friend to dispose of. Your Lordships most humble and enchained servitor. Yours inviolably. Yours in the perfect degree of friendship. FOR LETTERS TO KNIGHTS OR GENTLEMEN. Your most devoted and ready servitor. Your true servant and compatriot. Your constant servant. Yours in no vulgar way of friendship. Yours most ready to be commanded. Totus tuus, yours whole. Your Lordships most true and humble servitor. Your thrice assured servitor. Your Lordships most dutiful servant. Your thrice bumble and ready servitor. Your thrice affectionate servitor. At your disposing. Your serious servitor. Your thankful servitor. entirely yours. Yours in the best degree of friendship. PRESENTATIONS OF GIFTS. 1. A Girdle presented. Dearest, THis will be Venus Ceston when tis graced And circumvolves thy soft and tender wast: 'tis Naple silk, and of the Tyrian die The first a type of thy rare mollitie. The next doth intimate the sanguine lustre Dwells on thy cheeks( where all the Graces cluster) Wear it( dear heart) oh that mine arms might be The Girdle that surrounds thy wast and thee. 2. A Necklace of pearl presented. Bright beauty, The Persian Dames that proudly vie Which shall gain th'precedency. ( For such corruption there doth sway Shees most affencted goes most gay) Merit not half so much as thee That gorgeous pomp and bravery. They native lustre lack, and wear It not for clothes, would foul appear. But nature did thee so contrive, Thou to thy ornaments dost give Their splendours, though these cannot deck, Let them be grace'd by thy neck: Where all lovers as in duty, Should hang Tropheys up to beauty. 'tis proportioned to a height, That is even with delight. Oh that I might sport my fill, On that white illustrious hill. 3. A Watch presented. Dearest happiness, When this informs thee how the soft-foot houres Tread on each others heels, think how my powers, How all my faculties do trace each other, scourged on by Cyprian Cupid, and his Mother. Think thy Idea doth incessantly Present itself to my interior eye. This must be kept in order, or it will Quickly grow hoarse, or if you want the skill To wind it wisely, soon 'tis crazd, just so Must love be cherished, or 'twill quickly grow Peregrine from its pristine essence( dear) When this poor present you shall please to wear, Then cogitate how watchful I will be Ever to serve, to love, and honour thee. 4. Sweet powder( or any other aromatic conceit) presented. Fair mistress, I know no loathsome Fucus ever settles mixed with the( charming) Jewish fasting spettles Vpon your splendent aspect, fair being born, I know you do all borrowed beauty scorn; For he that kisses you need never fear To find some foul unwholesome varnish there; For he from thence may be assured he'l sip Nought, save the healthful Nectar of your lip; And at that very time, at once he closes With melting Rubies, and odiferous Roses. Then think not( natures miracle) I sand This present unto any other end, But Hieroglyphically to make known All sweets are pestilential save your own. 5. Minerva's picture presented. virtuous Lady. I know your heart cannot delight In any state-Hermaphrodite, Or such froathie gallants, as For the times Hero's pass. Such as( still in Love) do all Fair, and sweet, and Lady call; And where ere they hap to stray Either prate the rest away, Or of all discourse to seek shuffle in at Cent or Gleek. None of these( I know my dear) But as Gorgons would appear To you, and therefore I made choice Of her effigies, who in voice And Gesture you outstrip, as far As Cynthia doth the smallest star. But oh, let not your wisdom prove That like her you cannot love. 5. A pair of gloves presented. Dearest, Let the four'st critic cast his censuring eye And see if any polished Ivory, Or yet the pure and finest fleeced flocks, Or yet the whitest of our Albion Rocks; May for comparisons approved stand For to express your faire and snowy hand: For through the azure veins disposed true, The crimson yields a splendent sapphire hue, Which adds the greater grace and more delight By intermingling with the genuine white. Nothing more smooth, more moist, more soft& tender Then are your rare shaped palms, your fingers slender, tipped with the purest mollified pearl. Had that Athenian( transformed) girl, Whose more then common cunning made her dare With Joves magnanimous daughter to compare, But worn those hands, maugre her utmost spite, She certainly had shamed the Goddesse quiter. ( Sweet) deign to draw these on those fair white hands, And when you wear them, think my being stands Solely at your appointment, would that Love by his great power would change me to a glove: Your fair hand then should evermore be kist, And I would ever dwell about your wrist. 6. A Diamond presented. Excellent Lady, Your self's a Gem that doth appear Like the Diamond every where, Sparkling rays of beauty forth, All of such unblemished worth; That were't possible mans eye Might your inmost thoughts spy, And behold the dimmest part Of the lustre of your heart; They would find that center pass What the superficies was; And that every angle there Like a Diamonds inside were. I cannot( sure) my meaning smother, Sending one Diamond to another. 7. A Ring presented. My souls life, Though I prise your honour more Then the far fetched precious store, Of the rich Molucchi, or All the wealth was traffickt for Since our Vessells passage knew Unto Mexico, Peru. Or those spacious kingdoms which Make the proud lberians rich: Yet I could wish some Fate would bring, And cage my body in this Ring. Tradition tells us, that of yore The Magi in those Rings they wore Had their familiars, Oh that I Were an imprisoned Incubi. Your virgin Fort I would not raze, Only on your beauty gaze. THE platonic LOVER. A SONG. 1. GO wantons now and flout at this My coldness if you list. Vain fools, you never knew the bliss That doth in love consist. You sigh, and weep, and labour to enjoy A shade, a dream, a toy. 2. You never took so rich content In all your wanton play, As this to me hath pleasure lent That chast she went away: But Ile no more such brunts endure. For had Diana pure Thus tempted been to sin: The Queen of Night With her chast light Had scarce a Maiden been. complimental EXORDIVMS, for amorous Epistles. Dear Lady. Paragon of perfection. Bright beauty. Natures miracle. Beauteous Lady. Dearest mistress. Natures glory. Incomparable Lady. My souls bliss. Fair Nymph. Best of women. Dearest happiness. Admired excellence. Venus darling. Greatest of the Graces. Divine beauty. Loves loadstone. mirror of women. Empresse of my thoughts. Unparraleld Excellence. heroic Lady. Lovely Lady. CONCLVSIONS FOR LOVE-LETTERS. Your humble Servant. Your creature. Yours devoted, Yours in all service. Your beauties admirer. Your vowed vassal. Yours during life. Your honourer. Your fidelious servitor. Yours in all the bonds of affectionate service. Your sworn servant. Yours, while his own Yours, or not his own. Yours, while possessed of breath. Your unfeigned adorer. Yours not to be dis obliged. Yours as you shall please to appoint. OR thus. The ardent adorer of your excellent perfections. The admirer of your worthy virtues. SVPERSCRIPTIONS FOR LOVE LETTERS. To the fair and virtuous. To the brave and noble Lady. To the mirror of all perfection. To the mistress of all worth. To the excellently ingenious. To the truly noble, and incomparably fair. OR thus. For the much honoured. For worthy of all honour. For the beauteous, and most accomplished. For the glory of her sex. For the courteous and most debonair. For the mistress of all worth. For the most magnetick Lady. For the wise and pious. A Gentleman having the proffer of two handsome Sisters, in the presence of his Father, thus merrily courts them. Gent. LAdy, what think you of a handsome Man now? 1. Lady. A wholesome too Sir. Gent. Thats as you make your bargain, a handsome, wholesome man then, and a kind man, to cheer your heart up, to rejoice you Lady. 1. Lady. Yes Sir, I love rejoicing. Gent. To lie close to you? close as a Cockle? keep the could night from you? 1. Lady. That will be look't for too, our bodies ask it. Gent. And get two boyes at every birth? 1. Lady. Thats nothing, I have known a cobbler do it, a poor thin cobbler out of moldy Cheese perform it, Cabbage and course black bread, methinks a Gentleman should take foul scorn to have an awl out-do him; two at a birth? every House-Dove has it: That man that feeds well, promises as well too, I should expect indeed something of worth from you, you talk of two? Gent. She would have me get two dozen, like buttons at a Birth. 1. Lady. You love to brag sir, If you proclaim these offers at your Marriage, ye are a pretty timberd man, take heed, they may be taken hold of, and expected, yes if not hoped for at a higher rate too. Gent. I will take heed and thank you for your counsel; Father what think you? Father. Tis a merry Gentlewoman, and no doubt will make a good wife. Gent. Not for me; I mary her and happily get nothing, in what a state am I in then, Father? I shall suffer for any thing I hear to the contrary More Majorum, I were as sure to be a cuckolded, Father, a Gentleman of Antler; As I am sure to fail her expectation, I had rather get the P— then her Babyes. Father. Come yare to blame, if this do not affect ye, pray try the other, shee's of a more demure way. Gent. You shall have your will Sir, I will try the other, but twill be to small use. I hope fair Lady( for me thinks in your eyes I see more mercy) you will enjoin your lover a less pennance; and though Ile promise much, as men are liberal, and vow an ample sacrifice or service, yet your discretion, and your tenderness and thriftinesse in Love, good housewives carefulness to keep the stock entire— 2. Lady. Good sir speak louder, that these may witness to the talk of nothing, I should be sorry alone to bear the burden of so much indiscretion. Gent. Hark ye, hark ye, odds bobs, you are angry Lady. 2. Lady. Angry? no sir I never owned an anger to lose poorly. Gent. But you can love for all this, and delight too for all your set austerity to hear of a good husband Lady 2 Lady. You say true Sir, for by my troth I have heard of none these ten years, they are so rare; and there are so many sir, so many longing women on their knees too; that pray the dropping down of these good Husbands, the dropping down from heaven, for they are not bread here. Gent. But can ye love a Man Lady? 2. Lady Yes, if the man be lovely, that is, be modest, honest; I would have him valiant, his anger slow but certain for his honour, travaild he should be, but through himself exactly, for tis fairer to know manners well, then countries: he must be no vain talker, nor no lover to hear himself talk; they are brags of a wonderer, if one finds no retreat for fair behaviour. Would ye learn more? Gent. Yes. 2. Lady. Learn to hold your peace then; fond girls are got with tongues, women with tempers. Gent. Women with I know what, but let that vanish: go thy way good wife, be sure thy husband must have a strong Philosophers ston, he will nere please thee else. Here's a starched piece of austerity, dee hear Father, do you hear this moral lecture? Father. Yes, and like it. Gent. Why theres your judgement now, there's an old boult shot, this thing must have the strongest observation; do you mark me Father? when she is once married, the strangest custom too of admiration on all she does and speaks, 'twill be past sufferance; I must not lye with her in common language, nor cry have at thee Kate, I shall be hist then, nor eat my meat without the sauce of sentence, your powdered beef and problems, a rare diet, my first son Monsieur Aristotle, I know it, great Master of the metaphysics, or so. The second Solon and the best Lawsetter, and I must look Egyptian Godfathers, which will be no small trouble. My eldest daughter sappho, or such a kind of fiddling Poetesse, and brought up Invita Minerva at her needle: my dogs must look their names too. Think you Ile be married to a sullen set of sentences, to one that weighs her words, and her behaviours in the goldweights of discretion? He be hanged first. Father. Prithee reclaim thyself. Gent. Pray ye give me time then; if they can set me any thing to play at, that seems fit for a gamester. Have at the fairest, till I see more, and try more. Father. Take your own time then, Ile bar you no fair liberty. A rich Widow being weight by a Gentleman somewhat decayed, after some falling out is thus accosted by him. Gent. THis need not have been widow. Wid. You say right Sir, no, nor your treachery, your close conspiracy against me for my wealth, need not have been. Gent. I had you fairly, I scorn treachery to your woman that I never meant to mary; much more to you whom I reserved for wife. Wid. How! wife? Gent. I, wife, wife, widow, be not ashamed on't, it's the best calling ever women came to, and all your grace indeed, brag as you list. Wid. I grant you Sir, but not to be your wife. Gent. Not mine? I think 'tis the best bargain that ere thou mad'st i'thy life, or ever shall again, when my heads laid; but that's not yet this threescore years, let's talk of nearer matters. Wid. Y'are as near Sir, as ever y'are like to be, if Law can right me. Gent. Now before conscience y'are a wilful housewife. Wid. How's this? Gent. I, and I fear you spend my goods lavishly. Wid. Your goods? Gent. I shall miss much I doubt, when I come to look over the Inventory. Wid. Ile give you my word you shall Sir. Gent. Look to't Widow, a night may come will call you to account for't. Wid. O if ye had me now Sir in this heat, I do but think how youl'd be revenged on me. Gent. I may I perish else, if I would not get three children a birth, an I could o'thee. Wid. Well Sir, take your course, yet you may miss your aim. A Lady being encountered by three Suitors, two old, but rich, the third young and poor, thus speaks for herself. Lady. GEntlemen, had fortune thrown me upon any of you, yet were your labours lost, all your aims and hopes; for to an honest Gentleman my brother I've made a dead of gift of all. 1. Old svit. Ha' you served me so Lady? Lady. I must not look for pleasures that give more grief if they prove false or fail us, then sure they gave joy, I must take one that loves me for myself, and sir, I'm sure you look not after wealth, but virtue, manners, and conditions. 1. Old svit. Yes by my troth, I must have Lands and Lordships too Lady. Lady. How sir? 1. Old svit. Your manners, virtue and Conditions Lady are pretty things within doors, I like well on'em, but I must have something without lying or being in the tenor and Occupation of Mr. Such a one, ha? those are of Mr. Things indeed. Lady. Why sir, you swore to me it was for Love. 1. Old svit. True, but there's two words to a bargain ever, all the world over, and if love be one, I'm sure money's the other, 'tis no bargain else. Pardon me, I must dine as well as sup Lady. Lady. Cra mercy, I mistook you all this while Sir, it was this ancient Gentleman indeed whom I crave pardon on. 2 Old svit. What of me Lady? Lady. Alas I have wronged you Sir, 'twas you that swore you loved me for myself. 2. Old svit. By my faith but I did not, come, father not your lies on me, I love you for yourself? spit at me Gentlemen if ere I'd such a thought. Fetch me in? no, your reach's too short. Lady. Why you have enough you say? and whom now shall a woman trust, Ile swear 'twas one of you made me believe so; mass I think it was you sir, now I remember me. Young svit. I swore too much, to be believed so little. Lady. Was it you then? beshrew my heart for wronging you. Young svit. Welcome blessing, are you mine faithfully now? Lady. As Love can make one, else may all faith forsake me. A zealous brother being moved by the Spirit, in a dark night perceives a Gentlewoman walking the streets, and makes towards her. Man. THat Lady should be right by her swimming gate, I am provok't, and must have ease. Sister, Sister, hist, hist, why Sister? Woman. Would you ought with me Sir? Man. Lady, tis dark. Woman. Tis very true sir, can you make it lighter? Man. My directions( fair Lady) will be no stumbling block to you, and if my hearty proffered service appear not troublesone, I shall perform the duty of a servant, and wait upon you home. Woman. Sir I thank you, but yet methinks your habit and your language are not well matched. Man. However matched, they shall agree to do you service. Woman. Sir, to give you answer. I am this night to encounter with a friend of mine about some business that much concerns my livelihood. Man. Lady, shall I request you make me then so happy as let me know where I may wait on you to morrow. Woman. So it be in the evening, where you please. Man. Pray name the place most convenient for you, and Ile not fail to attend you. Woman. What think you of the naked Boy in flesh lane. Man. The hour now, and Ile not fail you Lady. Woman. 'Tween four and five in the evening. Man. Till when your faithful servant Lady, all happiness attend you. Woman. good-night to you courteous Sir. Jasperino, a merry fellow, at first fight thus boards the jovial Diaphanta. Jasp. I Am a mad wag Wench. Diaph. So me thinks, but for your comfort I can tell you, we have a Doctor in the city that undertakes the cure of such. Jasp. Tush, I know what physic is best for the state of my own body. Diaph. 'tis scarce a well governed state then I believe. Jasp. I could show thee such a thing now with an ingredient that we two would compound together, and if it did not time the maddest blood i'th town for two hours after, Ile nere profess physic again. Diaph. A little poppy Sir, were good to cause you sleep. Jasp. Poppy, Ile give thee a pop 'i th lip for that first, and begin there: Poppy is one simplo indeed, but Ile discover no more now, another time Ile show thee all. A Dialogue betwixt an old jealous Doctor, and his man. Doctor. JAcomo, I must trust thee with a secret, but thou must keep it. jac. I was ever close to a secret sir. Doct. The diligence that I have found in thee, the care and industry already past, assures me of thy good continuance. jacomo I have a Wife. jac. Fie sir, tis too late to keep your secret, shees known to be married all the Town and country over. Doct. Thou goest too far my jacomo, that knowledge I confess no man can be barred it, but there's a knowledge which is nearer, deeper, and sweeter jacomo. jac. Well Sir, let us handle that between you and I. Doct. Tis that I go about man; jacomo, my wife is young. jac. So much the worse to be kept secret Sir. Doct. Why now thou meetest the substance of the point, I am old jacomo. jac. No Sir, tis I am old jacomo. Doct. Yet why may not this concord and sympathise, old Trees and young Plants often grow together, and agree well enough. jac. But Sir the old Trees raise themselves higher and broader then the young Plants. Doct. Shrewd application, thers the fear man, I would wear my Ring on my own finger, whilst it is borrowed it is none of mine, but his that useth it. jac. You must keep it on still then, if it but lie by, one or other will be thrusting into't. Doct. Thou conceivest me jacomo, here thy watchful eyes must have employment, for I cannot be always at home. A Gentleman to obtain the love of his Lady, faignes himself Mad, and thus courts her in his keepers absence. Anto. TIs a blessed opportunity sweet Lady; nay cast no amazing eye upon this change. Isab. Ha! what sayest thou? Anto. This shape of folly shrouds your dearest Love, the truest servant to your powerful beauty, whose magic had this force thus to transform him. Isab. You are a fine fool indeed. Anto. O 'tis not strange, Love has an intellect that runs through all the sciences, and like a cunning Poet catches a quantity of every knowledge, and brings all home into one Mystery. Isab. Y'are a parious Fool. Anto. No danger in me, I bring nought but Love, and his soft wounding shafts to strike you with, try but one Arrow, if it hurt you, Ile sand you twenty back in recompense. Isab. A forward fool too. Anto. This was loves teaching, a thousand ways she fashioned out my way, and this I found the safest and nearest to tread the Galaxia to my star. Isab. Profound withall, certain you dreampt of this, Love never taught it waking. A Gentleman being entreated by his friend to Court his mistress for him, thus endeavours to acquit himself of his Charge. Cratander. SAve you faire Lady, I wish you health and your own wishes upon you. Evanthe. If that be all, I thank you sir. Cratand. But Lady, I have business beyond a bare salute, and tis of my friend Theocles his service to you Lady. Evanthe. Well, proceed. Cratan. hes one if faith can bear the stamp of merit, deserves your Love, he spends the dayes in tears, and by his sighs, with which he counts his houres he makes void minutes; Thus he pines away, and in a sullen grief hath lost himself onely for love of you. Evan. Alas I pitty the poor Gentleman, bid him rise early, use good company, and know no other moisture but of wine, twill cure his Melancholy. Crat. If you return but this slight answer, know, you then will draw a new disease upon him, and your cure will only grow to a deeper wound, whilst he shall die with physic. Evan. Indeed you urge his svit so full, as if he had bequeathd his soul into your bosom, but I pray you discourse it coolly, should I give myself to every one that this way would deserve me, I should be married to a troop of men, and grow a lawful strumpet; for my face is not of that poor day, as to be courted with one flamme only; there are more desires chained to my eyes then his. Crat. There may be so, and that face doth deserve it; but in all that heap of suitors, there are few can boast of a flamme so vigorous as that of Theocles, all do not testify their rude affections with that best compliment of gaudy presents, nor woe i'th costly language of rich gifts; this is the style of Theocles firm Love printed in gold. Evan. I grant indeed he sent full choice of presents, and the finest toys as I could wish; but I return'd him thanks, and paid him still in a civility, it he expect more, I recall that too: alas I have no price set on me, nor am sold at the cheap rate of jewels; Ile not pass myself away by bargain. Crat. Lady, he scorns to chaffer for affection, he desires that you should recompense his faith with yours and not his gifts: Nor is he armed only with gifts, he dare even challenge dangers, and provoke death, if he might thus avoid the Fate which he more fears of your displeasure, he dares fight for you, and maintain your beauty, whilst he shall lose his own, and paint your face fresh with his blood. Evan. I here's a way indeed, a fine device thus to defend my beauty that he might ruin it; that Ladies name whose worth must be decided by the sword, suffers though in a conquest; 'tis a slain to honour, while it wants another force then its own innocence to guard it. Crat. Lady y'are too severe thus to despise all ways that render suitors lovely; if you doubt his constancy, invent yourself a trial, impose some harder task, whose cruel weight might shake a faith which was as firm as a Rock. One who had married his own whore by a mistake thus takes on. Stremon. DEath, whom have I married here? mine own Whore. Cloe. With whom else should ye mary, speak your conscience, will ye transgress the Law of arms, that ev●● rewards the soldier with his own sins? Strem. Devills rather. Cloe. Ye had my Maidenhead, my Youth, my sweetness, is it not justice then? Strem. Well I see it must be, but by this hand Ile hang a Lock upon thee. Cloe. You shall not need, my honesty shall do it. Strem. If there be Warres in all the world— Cloe. Ile with you, for ye know I have been a soldier. Come, curse on, but tis so no purpose. A Gentleman having assumed the quality of a Servant, gets admittance into a mans house whose wife he loved. Richardo. I Have told you now all my story, how desperately I loved you, and what means I used to purchase this opportunity. Violante. I do believe. Lets walk on, time is precious, not to be spent in words, here's no more wooing, the open air's an enemy to Lovers, do as I tell ye. Rich. Ile do any thing I am so overjoyed, Ile fly to serve ye Viol. Take your joy moderately, as it is ministered, and as the cause invites, that mans a fool that at the sight o'th bond dances and leaps, then is the true joy when the money comes. Rich. You cannot now deny me. Viol. Nay you know not, women have crotchets and strange fits. Rich. You shall not. Viol: Hold ye to that and swear it confidently, then I shall make a scruple to deny ye: pray ye lets step in and see a friend of mine; the weathers sharp, weel stay but half an hour, we may be mist else; a private fine house 'tis sir, and we may find many good welcomes. Rich. Do Lady, do happy Lady. Viol. All your mind's of doing, you must be modester. Rich. I will do any thing so you do not deny me. Viol. Come then, lets in, and be you ruld by me. A blunt Captain that cared not for women, being drunk, changed his mind, and thus saluts two Gentlewomen whom he formerly quarreled with. Iaques. LAdies I am somewhat bold, but thats all one. Clora. A short and pithy saying of a soldier. Francisca. As I live thou art a strange mad wench. Clora. To make a person. jaq. Ladies I mean to kiss ye. Clora. How he wipes his mouth like a young preacher, we shall have it. jaq. In order as you lye before me, first Ile begin with you. Fran. With me sir? jaq. Yes if you will promise to kiss in ease. Fran. I care not if I venture. jaq. I will kiss according to my own invention, as I shall see cause: sweetly I would wish you, I love ye. Fran. do you indeed sir? jaq Yes indeed do I, I would I could tell you how. Fran. I would you would Sir. jaq. I would to God I could, but 'tis sufficient I love you with my heart. Fran. Alas poor heart. jaq. And I am sorry; but weel talk of that hereafter if it please God. Fran. Even when you please Sir. Clor. hes dismal drunk, would he were muzzled. jaq. You I take it are the next. Clo. Now dare, not I come near him, he will bite me. jaq. When wit, when? Clor. Good Coptain. jaq. Nay an you play bopeep, Ile have no mercy, but catch as catch may. Clo. Good Captain do not hurt me, I am sorry that ere I angered ye. jaq. Ile tew you for't by this hand, wit, unless you kiss discreetly. Clo. No more sir. jaq. Yes a little more sweet wit, one taste more o'your of●●●e, go thy ways with thy small heavens, upon my conscience thou art the best that ere man laid his leg ore. A Gentlewoman having implyed her Man to find out one upon whom she had cast a favourable eye, thus examines him. luke. COme hither Sirrah, what was he, we sent you after, the Gentleman i'th black. Lollio. I'th torn black? luke. Yes the same sir. Loll. What would your Worship with him? luke. Why my worship would know his name, and what he is. Loll. He is nothing, he is a man, and yet he is no Man. luke. You must needs play the Fool. Loll. Tis my profession. luke. How is he a man and no man? Loll. He's a beggar, only the sign of a man, the bush pulled down, which shows the house stands empty. luke. Whats his calling? Loll. They call him beggar. luke. Whats his Kindred? Loll. beggars. luke. His worth? Loll. A learned beggar a poor scholar. luke. How doth he live? Loll. Like worms, he eats old books. luke. Is Valentine his Brother? Loll. His begging brother. luke. What may his name be? Loll. Orson. luke. Leave your fooling. Loll. You had as good say leave your living. luke. Once more tell me directly whats his name? Loll. I'll bee hanged first, unless I heard him Christened, but I can tell what foolish people call him. luke. Say, what ist? Loll. Francisco: luke. Where lies this learning sir? Loll. In Pauls Church yard forsooth. luke. I mean that Gentleman fool. Loll. O that fool, he lies in loose sheets every where, that's no where. luke. You have gleaned since you came to London, in the Country Lollio you were an arrant fool, a dull could Coxcome, here every tavern teaches you, the pint pot has so belaboured you with wit, and your brave acquaintance that gives you Ale, so fortifies your mazzard, that now ther's no talking to you, you are so much improved, so fine a discourser. Loll. I hope so, I have not waited at the tail of wit so long, as that I should be an ass now. luke. But I pray sir have a care lest you down into the Country again. Loll. Ile rather die then go. A Gentlewoman whose Maid had betrayed some of her Loves secrets, thus chides her. Isabella. HOw Iacinta, did you indeed betray me? Iacinta. By my troth mistress I did it for the best. Isab. It may be so Iacinta, but yet you have a tongue, a dish of meate in your mouth, which if were minced would do a great deal better. jac. I protest Mistress. Isab. It will be your own one time or another, you are so full of providence. jac. But hear me. Isab. I am in Love sweet Iacinta, and you are so skilful, that I must needs undo myself. jac. Pray you be satisfied. Isab. Yes and contented too, before I leave you, ther's a Roger, which some call Butcher, I speak of certainties, I do not fish Iacinta, do not stare, I have a tongue can talk too, and a green chamber with a back door open to a long gallery, there was a night, do you perceive me yet, oh do you blushy, a Friday night I saw your Saint Iacinta, for tother box of Marmalate all's thine sweet Roger, this I heard and kept too. jac. Even as you are a woman Mistress. Isab. This I allow as good and physical sometimes, these meetings are for the cheering of the heart, but Iacinta, to have your own turn servd, and your friend to be a dog-bolt. jac. I confess it Mistress. Isab. Well then, be sure you strive to regain my sister back to her usual Temper, else you lose my Love. A merry across wooing between a Gentleman, and his Lady. Baptista. GOod morrow Kate, for that I hears your name. Katherine. Well have you heard, but something hard of hearing, they call me Katherine that do talk of me. Bapt. You lye in faith, for you are called plain Kate, and bony Kate, and sometimes Kate the cursed: but Kate take this of me for thy consolation, hearing thy mildness praised in every town, thy virtues spoken of, and thy beauty sounded, yet not so loud, as unto thee belongs. myself am moved to woe thee for my Wife. Kat. moved in good time, let him that moved you hither, remove you hence; I knew you at the first you were a Movable. Bap. Why, whats a movable? Kat. A joined stool. Bap. Thou hast hit it, come sit on me. Kat. Asses are made to bear, and so are you. Bap. Women are made to bear, and so are you. Kat. No such Jades Sir as you, if me you mean. Bap. Alas good Kate, I will not burden thee, for knowing thee to be but young and light. Kate. Too light for such a swain as you to catch, and yet as heavy as my weight should be. Bap. Should be, should: Buzz. Kat. Well tane, and like a Buzzard. Bap. O slow-wing'd Turtle, shall a Buzzard take thee. Kate. I for a Turtle, as he takes a Buzzard. Bap. Come, come, you wasp, in faith you are too angry. Kat. If I be waspish, best beware my sting. Bap. My remedy is then to pluck it out. Kat. I if the foal could find it where it lies. Bap. Who knows not where a Wasp wears his sting? in his tail. Kat. In his tongue. Bap. Whose tongue? Kat. Yours if you talk of tales, and so farewell. Bap. What with my tongue in your tail? nay come again good Kate, I am a Gentleman. Kat. That Ile try with a box o'th ear. Bap. I swear I'll cuff you if you strike again. Kat. So you may lose your arms, if you strike me, you are no Gentleman, and if no Gentleman, why then no arms. Bap. A Herald Kate, O put me in thy books. Kat. What is your Crest? a Coxcomb. Bap. A comblesse Cock, so Kate will be my Hen. Kat. No Hen of yours, you look so like a Craven. Bap. Nay come Kate, come, you must not look so sour. Kat. It is my fashion when I see a Crab. Bap. Why heres no Crab, and therefore look not sour. Kat. There is, there is. Bap. Then prithee show it me. Kat. Had I a glass I would. Bap. what you mean my face? Kat. well aimed of such a young one. Bap. Now by St. Grorge I am too young for you. Kat. Yet you are withered. Bap. Tis with cares. Kat. I care not. Bap. Nay hear me Kate, good-faith you scape not so. Kate. I chafe you if I tarry, let me go. Bap. No not a whit, I find you passing gentle, 'twas told me you were rough, and coy, and sullen, and now I find report a very liar, for thou art pleasant, and passing courteous, thou canst not frown nor bite the lip as other women do. Kat. where did you study all this goodly speech. Bap. It is ex-tempore, from my Mother-witt. Kat. A witty Mother, witless else her son. Bap. Am I not wise? Kat. Yes, keep you warm. Bap. mary so I mean sweet katherine in thy Bed, and therefore since all things betwixt me and your, Father are agreed upon, know katherine you must be my wife. A Gentleman for his Lord, thus courts a Lady who falls in Love with him. Lorenzo. MOst accomplished Lady, my matter hath no voice but to your own ear. Olivia. You have it Sir, give me your hand. Lor. My duty Madam, and most humble service Ol. What is your name? Lor. Lorenzo is your servants name, fairest Lady. Ol. And what I pray Sir may your business be. Lor. Madam, it is to tell you that my Lord and Master loves you. Ol. how does he love me? Lor. With Adorations, with most fertile tears, with groans that thunder Love, with sighs of fire. Ol. For him, I think not on him, for his thoughts, would they were blanks rather then filled with me. Lor. Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts on his behalf. Ol. O by your leave I pray you, I bad you never speak of him again, but would you undertake another svit, I had rather hear you to solicit that, then music from the spheres. Lor. Lady farewell, I dare not hear you. Ol. Stay Lorenzo, for by Maid-hood honour, truth and all that's good, I Love thee. Lor. Madam Adieu, will you nothing to my Lord by me. Ol. Yes, come again, for thou perhaps mayst move my heart to like his Love. A Gentleman meeting his Lady in the Streets in a good mind, is thus persuaded by her to Church, and Marryes her. Francisco. GOod morrow Lady. Julia. How now, what's that? Fran. Nay never bless yourself, I am but a Man. Jul. What do you mean, who sent for you? cannot I go about my private Meditations, but such companions as you must ruffle me, you had best go with me Sir? Fran. Twas my purpose. Jul. What an impudence is this, you had best being so near the Church provide a Priest, and persuade me to mary you. Fran. Twas my meaning, and such a Husband so loving and so careful will I prove. Jul. Tis strange you should be thus unmannerly, you had best force my man to lead your way. Fran. Yes mary shall a Lady, forward honest friend. jul. This a pretty riot, this may grow to a Rap●. Fran. Do you like that better, I can ravish you an hundred times, and do you no hurt. jul. Are you in earnest sir, do you long to be hanged. Fran. Yes by my troth lady, in these fair tresses. jul. Shall I call out for help? Fran. No by no means, that were a weak trick Lady, Ile kiss and stop your mouth. jul. Youl answer all these? Fran A thousand kisses more. jul. I was never abused thus, you had best give out too, that you found me willing, and say I doted on you. Fran. That's known already, and no man living shall now carry you from me. jul. This is fine in faith. Fran. It shall be ten times finer. jul. Well, seeing you are so valiant, keep your way, I will to Church. Fran. And I will wait upon you. jul. And it is most likely there is a Priest, if you dare venture as you profess; I would wish you look about you, to do these rude tricks, for you know their recompense, and trust not to my mercy. Fran. But I will Lady. jul. For I'll so handle you. Fran. That's it I look for. jul. Follow now sir if you dare. Fran. If I do not, hang me. A Gentleman meeting a Lady veiled thus salutes her. Gent. I Pray let me see your face. Lady. Sir, you must pardon me, for women of our sort that maintain fair memories, and keep suspect off from their Chastities, had heed wear thicker vailes. Gent. I am no blaster of a Ladies Beauty, nor bold intruder on her special Favours, I know how tender Reputation is, and with what guards it ought to bee preserved, you may to me Lady. Lady. You must excuse me signor, I come not here to sell myself. Gent. As I am a Gentleman, and by the honour of a soldier. Lady. I believe you, and I pray you be civill, I believe you would see me, and when you have seen me, I believe you will like me, but in a strange place to a stranger too, as if I came on purpose to betray you, indeed I will not. Gent. I shall Love you dearly, and tis a sin to fling away affection, I have no mistress, no desire to honour any but you; I know not, you have struck me with your modesty so deep, and taken from me all desires I might bestow on others, that I must needs see your face. Lady. Indeed sir I dare not, but since I see you are so desirous to view a poor face that can merit nothing but your Repentance. Gent. It must needs be excellent. Lady. Come but to my house, which is near St. Sebastines, and there you shall see what you so much desire. Gent. Ile kiss your faire white hand and thank you Lady. One having gained entrance into a Gentlewomans house, thus Courts her. Horatio. MAy I be so bold Lady, as to ask if you are a Maid? Vallia. You make me blushy to answer sir, I ever was accounted so to this hour, and that's the reason why I live retired sir. Hor. Then would I counsel you to mary presently, for every year you lose, you lose a beauty, a husband now, an honest careful Husband were such a comfort. Val. I am not so strict sir, nor tied unto a Virgins solitariness, but if an honest, and a noble one, Rich, and a soldier, for so have I vowed he shall be, were offered me, I think I should accept him, but above all he must Love. Hor. He were base else, I am a Bachelor and a soldier Lady, and such a wife as you, I could Love infinitely. Val. You are a true Gentleman and faire I see by you, and such a man I had rather take. Hor. Pray do so, Ile have a Priest o'th sudden. Val. And as suddenly you will repent too. Hor. Ile bee hanged or drowned first, by this and this and this kiss. Val. You are a flatterer, but I must say there was something when I saw you first in that most noble face that stirred my fancy. Hor. Ile stir it better er'e you sleep sweet Lady, Ile give up all I have to your dispose before I bed ye, And then sweet wench. Val. You have the Art to cousin me. A SONG. By one whose Wife was too hard for him. FRom Harpies Nailes, from Furies whips, From all sharp Noses, and thin Lips; From two Legg'd cats, with thrice nine lives, From Scalding Wort, from Scolding Wives. From fulmouth'd blasts, from female blows, From smooth faced Slutts, from sharpnail'd shrowes, From wounds t'inflict, from plagues to infect me, My Genius bless, my stars protect me. A SONG. O Draw your curtains and appear Ere long, like sparks that upward fly, We can but vainly say you were, So soon you'l vanish from the eye. 2. And in what star we both shall find, ( For sure you can't divided bee) Is not to Lovers Art assigned, Twill Puzzle wise Astrology. A SONG. 1. IS any sick? is any sore oppressed with qualms or fainting fits? Or bound behind? or loose before? Has any Lover lost his wits? Let him draw near, And make his grief appear; Wee'l cure them all from top to to, Before, behind, about, below. 2. Is any heart oppressed with dolor? Sullen, sad, or Melancholy? Ore flown with blood? inflamed with Choler? Or surcharg'd with phlegm or folly; Let him draw near, And make his grief appear; Weel ease you all what ere you feel, Within, without, from head to heel. 3. Is any foul that would be faire? Would Rav'ns appear as white as Lambs? Has any Courtier lost his hair? Or finds a crinkling in his Hamms? Let him draw near, And make his griefs appear; Wee'l cure all their wants throughout, Above, below, within, without. 4. Has any Morphewes, Frickles, Flames, Warts or Wounds, Wenns, or scars? Blisters, Botches, Biles, or blains, coughs, Consumptions, Colds, Catarrs? Let them draw near, And make their griefs appear; Wee'l make them sound from bone to skin, Above, below, without, within. 5. Collicks, Fevers, Palsies, Flux, Cancers, Dropsies, Nauseous Fumes? Megrums, Scurvies, Cramps, or Crieks, Janders, Rickets, Piles or rheums? Let them draw near, And make their griefs appear; Wee'l give them Ease and health restore, Within, without, behind, before. A SONG. 1. TIme is a featherd thing, And whilst I praise The sparklings of thy looks, and call them rays, Take wings; Leaving behind him as he flies, An unperceived dimness in thine eyes. His minutes whilst th'are told, Do make us old; And every sand of his swift glass, Increasing age as it doth pass. Insensibly sows Winkels there, Where flowers and Roses do appear. Whilst we do speak, our fire Doth into Ice expire. Flames turn to frost, And ere we can Know how our Crow turns Swan: Or how a silver Snow Springs there where J●t did grow; Our fading Spring is in dull Winter lost. Since then the night hath hurled darkness, Loves shade Over its enemy the day, and made The World Just such a blind and shapeless thing, As twas before light did from darkness spring: Let us employ his treasure, And make shade our pleasure: Lets number out the hours by blisses, And count the Minutes by our kisses: Let the heavens new motions feel, And by our embraces wheel. And whilst we try the way, By which Love doth convey Soul into soul, And mingled so Makes them such raptures know, As makes them entranced lie In mutual ecstasy. Let the Harmonious spheres in music roll. A NVPTIALL SONG. BEhold these hallowed Tapers, and here see What Wells and springs of fire they be. How their two lustres twining Make mutual shining, Whilst one from the other kindled doth requited It's borrowed, with as great a light for light, And kindles back again. And thus combining rays with rays, And joining flames like Marriage daies, A holy nuptial 'twixt them do maintain. 2. Yet these but the dark signs and emblems be Of those concealed fires, which none see But Gods, and such whose eyes Love glorifies. Between these Breasts a sacred flamme doth spring, Which intermingling Rites, whilst we do sing, Is to itself the Priest. Whilst Heart with Heart thus interwov'd, And pairs made one, the loved with loved Themselves between themselves in Hymens twist. A SONG. 1. NOw what is Love, I will thee tell, It is the Fountain and the Well Where pleasures and repentance dwell: It is perhaps the Sanceing Bell That Rings all into Heaven or Hell; And this is Love, and this is Love as I here tell. 2. Now what is Love I will thee show, A thing that creeps and cannot go; A prise that passeth to and fro, A thing for me, a thing for mo, And he that proves shall find it so. And this is Love,& this is love sweet friend I trow. A SONG. WHy since we Souldiers cannot prove, And grief it is to us therefore, Let every man get him a Love, To trim her well and fight no more. That we may taste of Lovers bliss, Be merry and wise, embrace and kiss, That Ladies may say, some more of this, That Ladies may say some more of this. 2. Since Court and city both grow proud, And safety you delight to hear; We in the Country will us shrowded, Where lives to please both eye and ear. The Nightingale sings Jug, jug, jug, The little Lamb leaps after his Dug, And the pretty Milk-maids they look so smug, And the pretty Milk-maids they look so smug. A SONG 1. GO happy heart, for thou shalt lye entombed in her for whom I die Example of her cruelty. 2. Tell her if she chance to chide Me for slowness in her pride, That it was for love I died. 3. If a tear escape her eye, Tis not for my memory, But thy rights of Obsequy. 4. The Altar was my loving Breast, My Heart the sacrificed Beast, And I was myself the Priest. 5. Your body was the sacred shrine, Your cruel mind the power divine, pleased with the hearts of Men, not Kine. A SONG. 1. BEauty clear and faire, Where the air Rather like a perfume dwells, There the Violet and the Rose, There blew veins in blushy disclose, And come to Honour nothing else. 2. Where to live near, And planted there, So to live and still live new, When to gain a favour is More then Light, perpetual bliss, Make me live by serving you. 3. dear again back call To this Light, A stranger to himself and all Both the wonders, and the story, Shall be yours, and the glory, I'm your servant and your Thrall. A SONG. 1. The Fitt's upon me now, The fitt's upon me now; Come quickly gentle Lady, The fitt's upon me now. 2. The World shall know th'are fools, And so shalt thou do too, Let the cobbler meddle with his tools, The fitt's upon me now. A SONG. 1. COme, come, my troubled thoughts stay& admire, Call home your erring Fellowes, make a stand, Follow not still the colours of desire, False are her wishes, cruel her Demands. Come then obey this Summons, come away, For here vain hopes must serve you for your pay. 2. Beauty and Love die even as they were born, Time is their Foe, the weakest Sex their guard; Ambitions ends, deaths power, and fortunes scorn, Like timeless fruit withers without reward. Come then obey this summons, come away, A maidens SONG For her Dead Lover. 1. COme you whose Loves are dead, And whilst I sing, weep and wring, Every hand, and every head Bind with cypress and sad Ewe, ribbons black and Candles blue; For him that was of men most true. 2. Come with heavy mourning, And on his grave Let him have Sacrifice of sighs and groaning, Let him have faire flowers enough, White and purple, green and yellow, For him that was of men most true. A SONG. BEtter music near was known, Then a choir of Hearts in one, Let each other that hath been, Troubled with the gull or Spleen, learn of us to keep his brow; Smooth and plain as ours is now. Sing though before the hour of dying, He shall rise and then be crying. Hey ho, tis nought but mirth, That keeps the body from the earth. THE fairies SONG. fie on sinful Phantacy, fie on Lust and Luxury; Lust is but a bloody fire, Kindled with unchaste desire. Fed in heart whose flames aspire, As thoughts do blow them higher and higher. Pinch him Fairies mutually, Pinch him for his villainy; Pinch him, and burn him, and burn him about, Till candles and starlight, and moonshine be out. A SONG. SIgh no more ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in Sea, and one on shore; To one thing constant never. Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe, Into hey nonny nonny. 2. Sing no more ditties, sing no more, Of dumps so dull and heavy; The fraud of men was ever so, Since Summer first was levy. Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny; Converting all your sounds of woe. Into hey nonny nonny. A SONNET. 1. DId not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye, 'Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument, persuade my heart to this false perjury? vows for thee broken deserve not punishment. 2. A Woman I forswore, but I will prove, Thou being a Goddesse, I forswore not thee; My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly Love, Thy grace being gained, cures all disgrace in me. 3. vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is, Then thou fair Sun, which on my earth doth shine Exhal'st this Vapour-vow, in thee it is: If broken then, it is no fault of mine. If by me broken what fool is not so wise, To lose an oath, and win a Paradise. ANOTHER. ON a day alack the day, Love whose month is every May, Spied a blossom passing faire, Playing in the wanton air. Through the velvet leaves the wind, All unseen can passage find; That the Lover sick to death, wished himself the Heavens breath. Agree( quoth he) thy cheek may blow, air would I might triumph so, But alack my hand is sworn Nere to pluck thee from thy throne: A vow, alas for youth unmeet, Youth so apt to pluck a sweet: do not call it sin in me, That I am forsworn to thee: Thou for whom great love would swear, juno but an Aethiop were: And deny himself for Jove, Turning mortal for thy Love. A SONG. 1. under the green wood three, Who loves to lie with me; And turns his merry Note Unto the sweet-birds throat. Come hither, come hither, come hither, Here shall he see No enemy, But Winter and rough weather. 2. Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live ith' Sun, Seeking the food he eats, And pleased with what he gets, Come hither, come hither, come hither, Here shall he see No enemy, But Winter and rough Weather. 3. If it do come to pass That any man turn ass; Leaving his wealth and ease, A stubborn will to please. Come hither, come hither, come hither, Here shall he see Gross fools as he; And if he will come to me. A CLOWN'S SONG. O mistress mine, where are you Romeing, O stay and hear, your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low; Trip no further pretty sweating, Journeys and in Lovers meeting Every wise-mans son doth know. 2. What is Love, 'tis not hereafter, Present mirth hath present laughter: What's to come, is still unsure. In delay there lies no plenty, Then come kiss me sweet and twenty, Youths a stuff will not endure. A SONG. 1. COme away, come away death, And in sad cypress let me be laid: fie away, fie away breath, I am slain by a fair cruel Maid. My shrowded of white stuck all with Ewe, O prepare it; My heart of death no one so true Did share it. 2. Not a flower, nor a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn: Not a friend, not a friend greet; My poor corps, where my bones shall be thrown, A thousand thousand sighs to save. Lay me O where True Lover never find my Grave To weep there. A bridal SONG. COme away, bring on the Bride, And place her by her Lovers side; You fair troop of Maids attend her, Pure and holy thoughts attend her. blushy, and wish you Virgins all Many such fair nights may fall. Hymen fill the house with joy, All thy sacred fires employ. bless the Bed with holy Love, Let nought but joy betwixt them move. A SONG AGAINST LOVE. A Way delights, go seek some other dwelling. For I must die, Farewell false Love, thy tongue is ever telling Ly after lye. For ever let me rest now from thy smarts, Alas for pitty go And fire their hearts That have been hard to thee, mine was not so. 2. Never again deluding Love shall know me, For I will die: And all those griefs that think to over-grow me, Shall be as I. For ever will I sleep, while poor Maids cry Alas for pitty stay And let us dy. With thee; Men cannot mock us in the day. A SONG. LOok out bright eyes and bless the air, Even in shadows you are fair: Shut up beauty is like Fire, That breaks out clearer still and higher. Though your body be confined, And soft loft Love a Prisoner bound, Yet the beauty of your mind Neither check nor chain hath found. A SONG. WHat I fancy, I approve, No dislike there is in Love. Be my mistress short or tall, And distorted therewithal: Be she likewise one of those, That an acre hath of Nose; Bee her forehead and her eyes Full of incongruities: Bee her cheeks so shallow too As to show her tongue-way through: Be her lips ill-hung or set, And her grinders black as jet; Has she thin hair, has she none, Shee's to me a Paragon. A SONNET. HOw Love came in I do not know, Whether by th'eye, or ear, or no; Or whether with the Soul it came ( At first infused with the same; Whether in part 'tis here or there, Or like the Soul, whole every where: This troubles me, but I as well As any other this can tell; That when from hence she does depart, The outlet then is from the heart. A SONG Upon Cupid. 1. LOve, like a Gypsy, lately came, And did much importune, To see my hand, that by the same He might foretell my fortune. 2. He saw my palm; and then said he, I tell thee by this score here; That thou within few moneths shalt be, The youthful Prince D'Amour here. 3. I smiled, and bad him once more prove, And by some crosse-line show it; For I could ne'er be Prince of Love, Though here the Princely Poet. A SONG. Upon the Willow-Tree. 1. THou art to all lost Love the best, The onely true plant found, Wherewith young men and maids distressed, And left of Love, are crowned. 2. When once the Lovers Rose is dead, Or laid aside forlorn; Then Willow Garlands, about the head bedewed with tears are worn. 3. When with neglect( the Lovers bane) poor hearts rewarded bee; For their Love Lost, their only gain, Is but a wreathe from thee. 4. And under-neath thy cooling shade, ( When weary of the Light) The Love-spent youth and Love-sick Maid Come to weep out the Night. A SONG TO VENVS. GOddess, I do love a girl Ruby Lipt and tooth'd with pearl; If so be, I may but prove Lucky in this maid I Love: I will promise there shall bee myrtles offered up to thee. A SONG. 1. WHat Conscience, say is it in thee When I a heart had one, To take away that heart from me And to retain thy own? 2. For shane or pitty now incline To play a loving part; Either to sand me kindly thine, Or give me back my heart. 3. Covet not both, but if thou dost Resolve to part with neither; Why, yet to show that thou art just, Take me and mine together. A SONG VPON LOVE. 1. IN a dream Love bad me go To the galleys there to Row; In the Vision I asked, why? Love as briefly did Reply, Twas better there to toil then prove The turmoils they endure that Love. 2. I awoke and then I knew, What love said to me was true: Henceforth therefore I will be As from Love, from trouble free. None pities him that's in the snare, And warned before, would not beware. A SONG TO THE ROSE. 1. go happy Rose and interwove With other flowers, bind my Love, Tell her too she must not be Longer flowing, longer free, That so oft has fettered me. 2. Say( if shee's fretful) I have bands Of Pearl, and Gold to bind her hands: Tell her, if she struggle still, I have myrtle rods( at will) For to tame, though not to kill. 3. Take thou my blessing thus, and go, And tell her this, yet do not so, Lest a handsome anger fly, Like a lightning from her eye, And burn thee up as well as I. A SONG. 1. I do Love I know not what, Sometimes this, and sometimes that, All conditions I aim at. 2. But as luckless, I have yet Many shrewd disasters met To gain her, whom I would get. 3. Therefore now I'll love no more, As I have doted heretofore, He that must be, shall be poor. A SONG. Now the lusty Spring is seen, Golden yellow, gaudy blew, Daintily invite the view Every where on every green; Roses blushing as they blow, And enticing men to pull; Lilies whiter then the Snow, Wood-bines of sweet Honey full. All Loves emblems, and all cry, Ladies if not plucked we die. 2. Yet the lusty Spring hath stayed Blushing read, and purest white, Daintily to love invite Every woman, every maid. Cherries kissing as they grow, And inviting men to taste; apple even ripe below, Winding gently to the wast. All Loves emblems, and all cry, Ladies, if not plucked we die. A SONG. HOw long shall I pine for Love? How long shall I sue in vain? How long like the Turtle Dove Shall I hearty thus complain? Shall the sails of my Love stand still? Shall the grists of my hopes be unground? Oh fie, Oh fie, Oh fie, Oh fie, Let the Mill, let the Mill go round. A SONG. ON the Bed Ile throw thee, throw thee down, Down being laid, shall we be afraid To try the rights that belong to Love? No, no, there Ile wooe thee with a Crown; Crown our desires, Kindle the fires, When Love requires, we should wanton prove. Wee'l kiss, wee'l sport, wee'l laugh, wee'l play, If thou comest short, for thee Ile stay, If thou unskilful art, the ground Ile kindly teach, while the Mill goes round. A SONG. Hence all you vain delights, As short as are the nights; Wherein you spend your folly. There's nought in this life sweet, If man were wise to see't But only melancholy, Sweetest melancholy. Welcome folded arms and fixed eyes, A sight that piercing mortifies; A look that's fastened to the ground, A tongue chained up without a sound. Fountain heads and pathlesse Groves, Places which pale passion Loves: Moonlight walks, when all the fouls Are warmly housed save bats and owls, A midnight-Bell a parting groan. These are the sounds we feed upon; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley, Nothing so dainty sweet, as lovely melancholy. A SONG. FAin would I awake you, sweet, but fear I should invite you to worse cheer; In your dreams you cannot fare Meaner then music, no compare; None of your slumbers are compiled Under the pleasures makes a child: Your day delights so well compact, That what you think turns all to act: I'd wish myself no better play, Your dream by night, your thought by day. Wake gently, wake, Part softly from your dreams; The morning flies To your fair eyes, To take her special beams. A SONG. 1. HEar ye Ladies that despise What the mighty Love hath done, Fear examples and be wise. Fair Calisto was a Nun. Leda sailing on the stream, To deceive the hopes of man, Love accounting but a dream, doted on a silver Swan. Diana in a Brazen Tower, Where no Love was, loved a flower. 2. Hear ye Ladies that are coy, What the mighty Love can do; Fear the fierceness of the Boy, The chast Moon he makes to wooe. Vesta kindled holy fires, Circled round about with spires, Never dreaming loose desires, doting on the Altar dies. Ilion in a short Tower higher, He can once more both build and fire. A SONNET. 1. FLattering hope, away and leave me, Shee'l not come, thou dost deceive me. Hark the Cock crows, the envious light Chides away the silent Night: Yet she comes not, O how I tyre Betwixt could fear and hot desire. 2. Here alone enforced to tarry While the tedious minutes mary, And get hours, those daies and years, Which I count with sighs and fears: Yet she comes not, O how I tyre, Betwixt could fear, and hot desire. 3. restless thoughts a while remove Into the bosom of my Love; Let her languish in my pain, Fear, and hope, and fear again: What torments like unto desire. 4. endless wishing, tedious longing, Hopes and fears together thronging, Rich in Dreams, though poor in waking, Let her be in such a taking. Then let her tell me in Loves fire What torments like unto desire. 5. Come then Love, present daies eyeing My desire would fain be doing: Smother me with breathless kisses, Let me dream no more of blisses: But tell me which is in Loves fire, Best to enjoy, or to desire. A SONG. 1. MAy I find a woman fair, And her mind as clear as air: If her beauty go alone, 'tis to me as if 'twere none. 2. May I find a woman rich, And not of too high a pitch: If that pride should cause disdain, Tell me lover where's thy gain? 3. May I find a woman wise, And her falsehood not disguise; Hath she wit as she hath will, Double armed she is to ill. 4. May I find a woman kind, And not wavering like the wind; How should I call that love mine, When 'tis his, and his, and thine? 5. May I find a woman true, There is beauties fairest hue; There is beauty, love, and wit, Happy he can compass it. A SONG. 1. NEver more will I protest. To love a woman, but in jest: For as they cannot be true, So to give each man his due, When this wooing fitt is past, Their affection cannot last. 2. Therefore if I chance to meet With a mistress fair and sweet, Shee my service shall obtain, Loving for her Love again: Thus much liberty I crave, Not to be a constant slave. 3. But when we have tried each other, If she better like another, Let her quickly change for me, Then to change am I as free. he or shee that Loves too long, Sell their freedom for a song. A SONG. 1. WHy should man be only tied To a Foolish Female thing, When all creatures else beside, Birds and beasts change every Spring? Who would then to one be bound, When so many may be found? 2. Why should I myself confine To the limits of one place, When I have all Europe mine, Where I list to run my race? Who would then to one be bound, When so many may be found? 3. Would you think him wise that now Still one sort of meat doth eat, When both sea and Land allow Sundry sorts of other meat? Who would then to one be bound, When so many may be found? 4. Ere old Saturn changed his Throne, freedom reigned, and banished strife; Where was he that knew his own? Or who called a woman wife? Who would then to one be bound, When so many may be found? 5. Ten times happier are those men That enjoyed those golden daies: until time redressed again I will never Hymen praise. Who would then to one be bound When so many may be found? A SONG. 1. LEt fools great Cupid's yoke disdain Loving their own wild freedom better, Whilst proud of my triumphant Chain I sit and court my beauteous Fetter. 2. Her murdering glances, snaring hairs, And her bewitching smiles so please me; As he brings ruin that repairs The sweet afflictions that displease me. 3. hid not those panting balls of snow, With envious vails from my beholding; Unlock those lips, their pearled row In a sweet smile of love unfolding. 4. And let those eyes, whose motion wheels The restless fate of every Lover; Survey the pains my sick-heart feels, And wounds themselves have made discover. A SONG. 1. A Thief of late was hanged you know Because he had his part Of stolen goods, and shalt thou scape Who stolen hast my heart? 2. Thou hadst my heart when it was whole, For so I'm sure thou foundst it; And would you give it me again Now you have all bewound it. 3. No, reason would that recompense Were had in any wise; Perhaps you would give me mine own, But that will not suffice. 4 The old Law saith, give eye for eye, And tooth for tooth restore, Then give me heart for heart again, And I will ask no more. A SONG. HERO and LEANDER. LEANDER on the Bay Of Hellespont all naked stood, Impatient of delay, He springs into the fatal flood. The wrathful seas Whom none can please, Their angry malice show; The heavens did lower, The rain down power, The winds aloud did blow. 2. The Lad for succour craves, And to the Triton God complains, Ye ragged Rocks and waves, Ye Heavens, ye Thunder, storm and reins, What tis to miss A Lovers bliss, Alack you do not know, Make me your wrack, As I come back, Oh spare me as I go. 3. Behold in yonder Tower My fair beloved Hero lies This the appointed hour; Hark how she on Leander cries. The Gods were mute Unto his svit, The billows answer no; The surges rise Up to the skies, And bring him down below. 4. The Lass mean while above 'Twixt hope and fear expected him, Blaming sometimes his Love, That cowardlike he durst not swim, So that her tears, moved by those fears, To such a height did grow; That for to him Was less to swim, Then her t'have loved him so. 5. Anon the approaching Sun, With doubtful light revealed his state How Hero was undone Not by Leanders fault, but Fate; She meant to show That they were two, Yet that their Loves were one; That neither he Could die, nor she Could ever live alone. 6. Her showering eyes with tears Brought in the tide before its time, Her cries unto the ears Of Jove with sad laments did climb; O heavens quoth she Against poor me Do you your forces bend? Ile leap the wall, And down will fall To meet my dying friend. 7. So from the Tower she leaped Into the angry seas to him, Wooing each wave she met To teach her weary arms to swim: until that she Might come to be But by Leanders side, She arrived at last And gripped him fast, Sigh, wept, kissed, sunk, and died. A SONG. 1. O Love whose power and might, No mortal ere withstood; Thou forcest me to writ, Come turn about Robinhood. 2. Sole mistress of my heart, Let me thus far presume; To make this bold request, A black patch for the Rheum. 3. Grant pitty or I die, Love so my heart bewitches; With grief I howl and cry, Oh how my Elbow itches. 4. tears overflow mine eyes, And with floods of daily weeping; That in the silent night; I cannot rest for sleeping. 5. What ist I would not do, To purchase one sweet smile; Bid me to China go, Faith I'll sit still the while. 6. O Women you will never, But think men still do flatter; I vow I'll Love you ever, But yet it is no matter. 7. Cupid is blind they say, But yet me thinks be seeth: He struck my heart to day, AT— in Cupids teeth. 8. Her tresses that are wrought Much like the golden snare; My loving heart have caught As Moss did catch his mere. 9. But since that all relief And comfort doth forsake me, Ile kill myself with grief, And then the devil take me. 10. And since her graceful merits My loving Book must lack, Ile stop my vital spirits With Claret or with Sack. 11. Mark well my woeful hap, Jove Rector of the Thunder: sand down thy thunder-clap And rend her smock asunder. THE ANSWER. 1. YOur Letter I received bedecked with flourishing quarters; Because you are deceived Go hang you in your Garters. 2. My beauty, which is none Yet such as you protest Doth make you sigh and groan, fie, fie, you do but jest, 3. I cannot choose but pitty Your restless mournful tears, Because your plaints are witty, You may go shake your ears. 4. To purchase your delight, No labour you shall lose, Your pains I will requited. Maids fetch him bread and cheese. 5. Tis you I fain would see, Tis you I daily think on; My looks as kind shall be As the devills over Lincoln. 6. If ever I do tame, Great Jove of lightning Bashes; Ile sand my fiery flamme And burn thee into ashes. 7. I can by no means miss thee, But needs must have thee one day: I prithee come and kiss me Whereon I sat on Sunday. A SONG. 1. MAids they are grown so coy of late Forsooth they will not mary, Though they be in their teenes and past, They say they yet can tarry. But if they knew how sweet a thing It were in youth to mary, theyed sell their petticoats, smocks and al Ere they so long would tarry. 2. The wench that is most coy of all, If she had time and leisure, Would lay by all her several thoughts, And turn to love and pleasure. For even the wisest heads sometimes Put on the face of folly; And Maids do never more repent Then when they are too holy. 3. Winter nights are long you know, And bitter could the weather; Then who's so fond to lye alone When two may lye together. And is't not brave when summer's robes Have all the fields encowled; To have a green gown on the grass, And wear it uncontrolled. A SONG. A restless Lover I espied, That walked from place to place, Taht sat and turned from side to side, And sometimes on his face. But when as medicine were applied In hope of intermission; Like one that found no ease, he cried Hath Cupid no Physician. 2. What do those Ladies with their looks, Their kisses and their smiles? Can no receipt in loves sweet books Restore their former spoils? No, they complain as well as we, Their hopes have no remission; And when both sexes wounded be Hath Cupid no Physician? 3. Into what Palsyes, and what pains, What fevers and what fits? No quintescentiall chemic grains prescribed by learned writs, Nor creature can beneath the Sun Invade in opposition, And when such wonders may be donne Hath Cupid no Physician? 4. Into what poison do they dip Their arrows, or their dart, That touching but a fingers tip They wound us to the heart? And when precisely they do get Into their inquisition: Death never found a Surgeon yet, Nor Cupid a Physician. A SONG. In praise of Tobacco. MUch meat doth gluttony procure To feed men fat like Swine; But he's a frugal man indeed That with a leaf can dine. He needs no Napkin for his hands, His fingers ends to wipe; That hath his kitchen in a box. His Roastmeat in a Pipe. Meditations on Tobacco. 1. WHy should we so much despise So good and holy an exercise, As early and late To meditate When ere we drink Tobacco. 2. The earthen Pipe so lily white, Doth show thou art a mortal wight; Yea, even such broken with a touch. Thus think, then drink Tobacco. 3. And when the smoke ascends on high Think on this earthly vanity Of worldly stuff Gone with a puff. Thus think, then drink Tobacco. 4. Lastly the ashes left behind Do daily serve to move the wind, That t'ashes and dust Return we must. Thus think, then drink Tobacco. A SONG. IF thou canst not live chast, Tempus est. Then take a wife in hast. Tempus est. But for fear of strife, Bonum est. Be advised of a wife. Bonum est. For this is true and plain, Cavendum est. If thou match for lucre& gain. Cavendum est. That she will in the end, Suspectum est. Prove but a fickle friend. Suspectum est. And if thou once canst prove Signum est. She doth another Love. Signum est. She meaneth to adorn Certum est. Thy forehead with a horn. Certum est. And when a man doth grow Monstrum est. Much like a Buck you know, Monstrum est. Each boy will in disgrace, Rejectum est. Deride him to his face, Rejectum est. And when that he doth dy, Horrendum est And on his bier doth ly, Horrendum est Each boy will then in jest, Cornutus est. There writ upon his Crest, Cornutus est. And he that always will, Stultus est. Be ruled by his wife still, Stultus est. For this he sure shall find, Confutus est. If she always have her mind, Confutus est. He that will needs be wed, Insanus est. And bring a shrew to bed, Insanus est. Who leads a single life, Quietus est. He liveth voided of strife, Quietus est. LOVE-LETTER. Madam, I Beseech you excuse my boldness in undertaking to declare unto you the martyrdom I suffer; your excellency, which is so much the more ardent in that I keep it close, and covert: yet cannot the Reverence I bear you have so great a sway, but that my affection will needs discover itself unto you; be pleased then, with patience to hear my most humble svit, and apply some cordial to my wounded Heart, which lies hopeless of remedy unless your Mercy vouchsafe a cure to Madam Your most devoted servant E. C. ANOTHER. Madam, IT is in vain for me to strive any longer against the stream, and I find myself so unable to resist those inevitable charms of your beauty, that willingly I render up myself your Captive, since it is as impossible to see you and not Love you, as it is for me to live without your Love; If my boldness stand in need of pardon; the excess of my affection must plead in my excuse; and I must hope for that from your mercy, which in justice you cannot well deny to the affection of Madam, Your faithful, &c. ANOTHER. Madam, SInce to love you, is the effect of your beauty, and since it is my fortune to be one of the number of your adorers; if this be a crime, you must accuse your beauty, that makes you be beloved, and my fates, for creating such a passion in me, as nothing but your beauty, or my death can satisfy; since then my destiny is in your hands, know Lady, 'tis the glory of your sex to be merciful, and it will be more honour for you to save then to kill. Madam, Your beauties admirer, C. C. ANSWER. Sir, I Have more discretion then to be tempted to give credit to your words; and it is not my custom to believe the complaints of Lovers; their afflictions do pass with me for Fables, and their diseases seem very easy to cure; and since you will needs enter yourself into the list of those that can talk of more then they suffer, and pretend themselves possessed with such a passion, that I believe none susceptible of, I shall desire you to forbear troubling yourself and me, who am, and will be, Sir, My own, A. D. ANOTHER. Sir, SInce we are not bound to credit all that men speak or writ, I hope you will not think amiss of me, if I am not overforward to believe you; and since men are so apt to change, we may well exact a long trial of their constancy: amongst these, myself must claim some privilege, and expect that time, and your services may persuade me as well as your words, of the reality of your affection: In the mean time I shall endeavour to avoid all the deceit may be used towards Sir, Yours, as you serve her, K. P. ANOTHER. Sir, WHat you writ, I red with much impatience, to know what it was you would insinuate by your passionate expressions, excuse me if I think no otherwise of them, then mere flatteries, since you pretend so suddenly to be taken with my small portion of beauty, which can boast of nothing but that it is not deformed; however, if I may be persuaded of the entireness of your Love, by the continuance of your services, I will induce my thoughts to entertain as favourable an opinion both of your person and passions, as in reason you can well hope for, or expect from Sir, Your humble servant. REPLY. Madam, I Am so far from flattery, that I hate it;& if I would yet it were impossible for me to flatter you, since your beauty is above it; and did I but know, or think myself guilty of that great crime of dissimulation, I would employ it upon more unworthy objects then your most divine self; for I should account it as great a fault to play the dissembler with you, as the hypocrite with the Gods, and should expect to be punished as deeply for abusing your goodness, as for contemning their powers. But Madam, since my words and thoughts are twins, and that my hand writes the real passions of my heart, let me conjure you to believe me, and know, that I shall sooner die, then cease to be what I profess, which is. Madam, Your faithful servant, C. D. ANOTHER. Madam, DId I know what testimonies you desired of my affection, and what assurance you would ask for my constancy, I would give you them: but time and my faithful services, shall take away all occasion of any suspicion you may harbour of my fidelity; and if you have any advantages of me, be pleased to continue them, and be assured that you shall never have any cause to repent of any kindness you do or may use to Madam, Yaur eternally devoted servant, F. M. ANOTHER. Madam. COuld you but look into my heart, you would there see your beauteous self so deeply engraven, that you need not doubt that either time or fortune could ever be able to raise your Idea out of my thoughts; it will be needless therefore for you to doubt my truth, since I shall sooner forget myself, then the resolution I have taken both to live and die, Madam, Your most constant and faithful servant, A. M. AN alphabetical Explanation of some enigmatical Words( seeming so to those that are Illiterate.) For the use of those who are affencted to Discourse Eloquently, and writ Eloquently. Never before published. A. Atractive Of a winning gesture. Alluding Of kin to another mans words, or works. Absconded Hidden abbreviated Made shorter Abandoned Left to himself Absolved Forgiven Adulation flattery Ardently Vehemently, with much affection Animosity Heartburning Accumulate accrue, or gain Averse Obstinate Absurd Worthy to be laughed at Affianced Contracted, half married Alliance Kindred by propinquitie of blood heartened. agility Nimbleness of body. Adverse Against. Agitate do any thing for another. acrostic. Verses beginning& ending with the letters of a mans name. B. Barbarous cruel Benizon Blessing Bard A Port Bickering A slight skirmish Barter Make a bargain Bi-fronted Double foreheaded Bigamist. He that hath two wives C. Curtaild Cut off critical Carping, or questioning words corroborated Assemble, or meeting together Concave A dwelling under ground Conflagrated Enflamed Controvert Question the truth of a business calunniated Slandered Captivated Taken prisoner Clarified boiled ore and ore Clandestinately Privately Consummate Finished D. Detraction Taking away a mans good name Deviate To digress from the matter Make moan with another man in affliction Decapitated Beheaded Disconsolate In much sorrow of mind Divine affirm what shall be for the time to come, or to know what things are done or said. diabolical devilish or wicked Discountenanced looked upon as worthless Dormious sleepy Donor A giver debility weakness Dire Horrid E. eclesiastical Belonging to the Church Erroneous Not consonant with truth Ebrious Drunk, or crab'd, stilo novo Emissarie A messenger Elated grown proud F: Fallacious deceitful fortress A place of strength Fripperies Writings, &c. of no value fanatic Sick-braind or whimsicall Fane A Temple G. Garulous Full of non-sense talk Gormandize eat more then is requisite. gnostic A Ranter Ghastly Terrible or fiend-like H. Harrasford Plagued with all the calamities of war Histericall The faculties perturbd, or out of order Belonging to History hyperbolical Forced expressions, not probable to be true. Homogeneous aiding to man. hermaphrodite Both man and woman. Haughty Proud, high-minded. Hallelujah Triumphant song. Harmonious musical. I. jo A song of exultation, or gladness used by the ancients at marriages. Iocositie Sport and merriment. Infallible unquestionable. infirm Crazed in body. Infortunitie unhappiness. imbecility Weakness of mind or body. incongruity Jarring, not methodically or well compacted. K. Knap A phrase used by cheaters at the dice. knotty Hard to be understood. L. Lavish Given to spend, unthrifty. Leering Minding anothers actions, yet seeming to look a contrary way. Ludibrious Sportive. Lucid Bright. Latron A thief. Laaconick Wolvish. lymphatic Made mad with some apparition near a River. Lur-dane A lazy lubber, living by other mens labours. The height of the hemisphere taken, or of a star or structure. M. Monstrositie unnatural and horrid. Menstruous filthy. Malevolent hurtful. Mercenary To be hired to any thing for money. Manumitted Made free. malcontent melancholy displeased at some proceedings. N Nauseat To upbraid. Nocturnally By night. New conformity Contemning the Edicts, or commands of supreme power. Nulli-fidian A protestant( as the Papists falsely and absurdly term a true believer.) O Obnoxious. hurtful. Obsecrat Implore, or beseech. Obstruct. Hinder. P. Peremptory Saucy, or smart of speech. Placable Of a good disposition. Pellucid Candid. Portable May be born without too much trouble. Q Quere Ambiguous, or doubtful. quirks Witty jests. Quodlibets mixed contrivances, &c. R. Robustious Vntutord, of an Iron temper ( In writing a foolish) kind of Decorum purposely observed S. salary monthly, or yearly stipend Satiated Satisfied Sanctimonious Holy and Sacred T. Turbulent Of a contentious spirit Truculent Fierce or savage V. Vie To contest or strive about any thing Virulent Dangerous Venereous Luxurious or given to women Vigorous Strong or able of body Voracious Of a devouring nature Vindictive Of a revengeful spirit velocity Swiftness Y. irksome Loathsome, unpleasant. Z. zealots Those that pretend to worship God purely Zenos Disciples. Those that are of opinion that Dogs, cats, and all other vermin are eateable, and ought not to be refused. FINIS. Good Reader, IT was my purpose to have set forth this ensuing discourse in way of addition to the Select thoughts of this Author, as I have intimated in my following Epistle; but now unexpectedly meeting with a fitter match for it, I sand it abroad, as a seasonable Messenger of Comfort to all Christian Mourners, G.H. In the mean time the errors of the press, thus correct in the pages following, IN the 2. Epistle page. 4. everliving for underliving. p. 5. l. 16. flow for love. p. 6. l. 3. in for omni. p. 14. l. 11. soul for sort. p. 15. l. 11. be attyned for attain. p. 22. l. 14. reverend for reverend. p. 41. l. 5. gaole for goal.