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A67615	The effigies of love being a translation from the Latine of Mr. Robert Waring of Christ-Church in Oxford, master of arts, and proctor of that university. To which is prefixt a tombstone-encomium, by the same author, sacred to the memory of the prince of poets, Ben. Johnson; also made English by the same hand.; Amoris effigies. English.	Waring, Robert, 1614-1658.; Cross, Thomas, fl. 1632-1682, engraver.; Nightingale, Robert, fl. 1680.	1680 (1680)	Wing W866; ESTC R219407	44,991	161

lies hid among the Stings Thus it is a kinde of Spur and Encitement to our future Pleasure to wait at the threshold of a Mistriss to suffer a repulse from a more unworthy Rival and undergo indignities which cause him to tear his Hair and bite his Lips Note also that those are the Allurements of Lovers which among the shadows of the Vertues are accounted the chiefest Praises wherewith as with Incense the Gods and Men are pacified how easily they obtain this property that while we endeavour to please others we please our selves By what precious Allurements they enable us to please the most chast of Matrons who denying to be belov'd yet covet to seem amiable Both egregious Arguments of Vertue But there is more of certainty in praising than being prais'd For the undeserving are wont to be most praised and most desire it as the deformed covet Fucus's But no man can truely praise but he that is praise-worthy himself The same thing does he or at least would do that seeks renown by other mens deeds as he that erects a Statue to himself erects a Monument of Vertue For this is not to exercise but to admire and worship Vertue as a high desert These are the Darts of Cupid feather'd with his own Wings which while they gently seem to stroke wound more severely We are so much men of Glory and creatures of Vertue that I am doubtful whether I ought to confess that among the Vertues we diligently regard those which are profitable that is which exercise and invite Humanity as Modesty and Equity or those which govern and preserve Humanity as Fortitude and Munificence But as Emulation is to the rest of the Vertues so Munificence knits our Affections together Though his Merit is accounted greatest by how much there is the less of Desert in the receiver For all which we ought to be beholding to Favour and not to Judgment which for our sake would cast Contumely upon the Well-doer To this Munificence thus awaken'd that Liberality answers which is bred in the breast of every one And though perhaps at first it had an unjust esteem of the Donor because of the Benefits yet by and by it loves the Gifts for the Authors sake who extended that indulgent minde of Houshold-gods and Parents beyond the verge of his own Family and with a nursing Piety receives Strangers into his bosome and fosters as her Relations Here vanquish'd Gratitude submits and being sensible that nothing can be return'd unless the man himself he retaliates the Patroness like a Goddess with a faithful Worshipper Neither does that seem to me to be an ingenuous Ardour which returns Benefits as it were Debts and repays Gifts as if to quit Scores He acts not piously but proudly who unwillingly suffers himself to be overcome This is to refuse to stop and not to receive this is with greater Pride than Gratitude to boast particular Wealth and a wonderful strife of Munificence But in regard that Benefits seek nothing more beyond reception he only knows to exercise Liberality in receiving who candidly interprets and returns nothing but a grateful Minde Neither does he believe this to be the price of his own but the pledge of another mans Liberality These Benefits are the Darts of Cupid which with a Golden Shaft inflict a faithful but a splendid wound Jupiter courts more powerfully in the shape of Gold than under his gaudy Feathers or in his own divine Form For the Idioms of Presents are understood by all but the Characters of Majesty and Dignity and the perswasions of a Rhetorical Pen are discernible to few May not I affirm that from this Humanity of a facile Minde proceeds that Commiseration which softens the Breast like Wax and causes it to receive any impression May I not say that from this amplitude of Minde that proud Benignity springs which while it seeks the place of Munificence extremely loves the miserable and loathes the fortunate May I not believe that hence proceeds that generous Haughtiness which shews more Kindness to bended Knees and downcast Looks than the Embraces of the Happy and loves with that magnificent condition not to be belov'd again And here we must confess the wonderful Amours which are darted from the whole body where Vertue shews it self where Candor of Minde tempers the Blood with Milk where a liberal Countenance as it were entertains the Beholders and the glances of the Eyes are gather'd like scatter'd Coyns where thou maist observe the dictates of a prudent Lip and draw from thence certain tacite consultations of Wisdom where you may observe reduc'd to a certain Law by the ballance of Justice the strength and vigour of our Arteries as well as of our Inclinations and maist as it were handle with thine eyes the enliven'd System of Ethics where when thou hast beheld the transparent Members like Gems fix'd to the members for Ornament as well as Service then beholding the rammass'd strength of Beauty thou shalt cry out Here Vulcan here come bring away thy Nets we have once more here taken Mars in Copulation with Venus O most admirable Form worthy the Empire of more than one Sphere We give thanks to Jupiter that he hath not envy'd so much Beauty to the world The sight of this Form more powerful than Orpheus's Lyre is sufficient to tame wilde Beasts and Philosophers This Splendor more pleasant than the Light itself deserves instead of Phoebus Rays not only to try the births of Eagles but of Men One would swear that Souls like falling Stars had flow'd from Heaven while we admire the glittering Splendour of Beauty These are the Darts of Cupid tipt with the Light of Eyes brandishing flames that sparkling burn and prick Thus whatsoever is conspicuous and to which we would be like that snatches us to it self with the same ardency with which we draw those things to our selves to which we seem to be like We give and ask pardon of this Madness through which as Men we act as Boys and covet the representations of our Looking-glasses to kiss and embrace 'T is not the Fate of one Narcissus but of all Mankinde to be in love with their own Shadows This Covetousness is to be indulg'd us whereby we feed upon our like it being the Law of Mindes to be nourish'd with their like Wherefore I do not so much admire the force of Custome which reconciles us not only to Bodies but to Places themselves and inanimate trifles Thus Familiarity without which though present we are but Pilgrims gives this efficacy to Custome to form natural and proper Manners and to fit the Minde to the Minde that we may converse more sweetly and freely with another than with our selves 'T is a Hell upon earth not a Society for fear of displeasing to set our faces in the Looking-glass in respect to the Visit to weigh our words like Gold before we speak 'em and to be put to behave our selves as at a publick Assembly with premeditated Gestures But why do I recount those agreeable species slightly painted in our Minds either by Art or Nature or by Custome When Love has fix'd a living Image in our breasts of all these things by whose power they move and act It was well provided for Lovers that it is lawful to Love the unwilling There is no need of requiring returns and the debt of Loving If it move nothing that thou art her Image and her Slave that thou hast lost thy Life and Liberty for her sake if the Crime of Impiety and Homicide terrifie nothing yet necessity of Nature kindles Love out of Love and Flame out of Flame Yet Nature would not indulge that power to love to dissemble or otherwise to burn than as a painted fire For let the Countenance or Gestures counterfeit never so much Dissimulation will betray it self either out of an over-studious emulation of imitating or by reason of its own sloath If yet thou wilt not acknowledge Love to be the price of Man that thou maist admit him under the notion of Profit know that he comprehends in himself all the benefits which he does or is able to do and all above our wishes without whom I would attribute the Benefits themselves to Chance and Fate not to Man and shall account them rather as things found than accepted By vertue of which Gift the Poor is Liberal while he gives nothing but liberally wishes Than which the Gods neither ask nor bestow any thing greater upon Mortals Surely the potent Philter is this beyond all the power of Herbs and Flowers Love if thou wilt be beloved But as it is an uncomely thing to ask or give a reason of Love so is that Love most worthy which springs like some Flowers without the help of seed and has this property of Eternity to exist without a Cause and like the Heavens to be mov'd by an unseen Intelligence This is that which we acknowledge to be all Love by Nature That Similitude which partly manifest but chiefly occult which we call Sympathy From whence without Propinquity or Custome the near and familiar Soul adheres to the Soul as plain Bodies adhere to plain Bodies only by the glew of Aptitude never to be separated Nature seems to produce Twin-like Minds as to assigne companions for Minds like Shades and Genius's to Bodies Hence contrary to the Wills of their Nativities Men undergo the same Fates and are born Twins Most happy pair of Lovers more noble sight than that of the Gladiators where the whole strife in the duel of Liberality is carried on by good Offices In this one thing disagreeing Passions shew themselves while both sollicitous for one another exercise their Hatred and their Fears both endued with each others Choler discern and judge the same things the one as the other both touch'd with the same Magnet turn themselves the same way tend and close the same way The one puts on the Countenance of the other and represents it more faithfully than the Mirrour The one imitates the Inclinations of the other more than a Parasite to the end he may be like his other self yet not himself While I was stammering out these imperfect Notions Cupid in disdain snatch'd the Pen out of my Hand and flew away FINIS

by an Inward and Divine Impulse Neither is Love led by Reason but by something more Celestial than Reason and as a Deity that avoids Reason which might cause him to erre acts by a more certain Violence and is wise without Wisdome To be wise and to Love how harmoniously do they accord together The first in the first place is the Attribute of Jove himself and next to him of a Prudent man who like an Oracle can unfold Who is the best of Mortals For it is impossible for any but the best of Men to love He is the only Lover whose Sentence like that of Fate is irrevocable He cannot be said to love whose Judgment fail'd whose Embraces ever err'd or who at any time had an incumbent Necessity to hate The Conjugal Obligation of Lovers like solemn Wedlock admits of no Divorce When the Maiden-Girdle is once unloos'd that same Knot is knit which is never to be untied though like the Gordian Noose it may be sometimes cut asunder So though the ties of Souls may be cut asunder by Death they cannot be by Death unloosed Love ceases not though the thing beloved cease A Wife shall not seem old when she is really in years for still that Form now withered and decayed shall flourish in the faithful breast of her Husband and she that hath so far suffer'd a change as to be almost unknown shall still remain in memory belov'd Then also when the Fates have snatch'd away the Mistriss of my heart as if only separated by intervals of absence then shall she surviving breathe in my never-forgetful breast and while I embrace the beloved Apparition I will deny her dead Fond Destinies ye have spent your Malice in vain we still converse and still are two From others ye have forced a Virgin from me not so much as a Shade Before we enjoy'd only the same Soul now Body and Soul together She is reunited to us as to her particular Sphere Now Love may seem to have finisht his Circle who always returns in that manner to the place from whence he sets forth as if he intended with his perpetual Motion to imitate the Celestial Circumgyration so ending in himself that he may begin again For he cannot be said to Love who can at any time either slacken or not love at all There is not the same determination or satiety of Love as of other things neither is it satisfied like Hunger or Thirst. Love is not extinguish'd by satisfaction but re-inflam'd with new delights and every day findes new objects of pleasure in his beloved Features He takes perpetual recreation a perpetual greediness seizes him and he always findes somthing yet farther to desire Like a minde devoted to Contemplation or like the Heaven it self he moves perpetually never rests never weary but refreshed by toyl thus the end of one Benefit is the step to the next which taking its rise from a redoubled heat first cherishes the person and then its own favours Love ought to be immortal whether as consecrated to Eternity or whether it be because he always supplies the Misfortunes that happen by Death For who knows not that the Death and last Will of a Lover both go together while the expiring Lover breaths out his Soul to be read in his last sigh whereby he constitutes her the sole Heiress sending back all his Affections thither from whence he last departed With whom it fares as with the antient Philosophers to be hurried out of themselves to enjoy a perpetual extasie of Life and to be depriv'd of their own Souls that anothers may take their place Pythagoras as a Lover not as a Philosopher makes me believe the Transmigration of the Soul Which in a fleeting posture as it were at pleasure laying aside her proper Vestments and putting off the Spoils of the Body hastens to more delightful Mansions and a fairer Entertainment as it were to another Elysium There is no man happy before this decease of which Love and Philosophy are the Cause while this from the Body frees the Soul pleasingly swooning away in Contemplation the former sends it forth to the Embraces of new Amours Thence a loathing hence the flight and Exit of its self both ways eagerly desiring a hasty dissolution as if covetous to perish like the Arabian Wonder We finde that among some of the nicer sort of Ladies upon the first sight of a noble Structure there is a distaste and haughtie disdain of the Building then a peregrination to those flowry Canopies wherein because they had not the chance to be born they are willing to abide as Strangers and wax old together or rather to be born again by renewing the first principles of Life Whoever denies these to be the Excursions of Transmigrating Souls let him more attentively consider how the Soul still directs herself to that part where she may approach nearest to her Lover If two Lovers joyn right Hands you would swear their Souls were to be felt in their Fingers and that they mutually interweav'd themselves together If they close side to side you shall perceive their very Bowels to leap for joy and the mustering Spirits taking the alarm assembled together in a body beat and salute each other with frequent Pulses and as it were strive to make way by breaking Prison I would fain know what secret Charm that is which summons all the blood into the Face at the sight of the beloved Object and causes the discoverer of the wound to flie upon the Assassinate just as the blood of a slain Corpse bursts forth at the appearance of the Homicide returning the wound to him that gave it The purple stream by what Instinct I know not here hastening to Revenge there speeding to apply the most present Remedy Behold how greedily those souls that stand Sentinel in the Ears catch the Sounds and presently convert themselves into the same The spirits interchange in the mixture of words and enter into those very wishes which the Tongue expresses Those Souls that with a continued succession dart themselves from the Eyes consume themselves with gazing and languish away with frequent beholding To all true Lovers it is the same thing to speak and to expire to see and to abandon himself to behold and transmigrate into the Object Thus the whole man speeding to make his Exit throws himself sometimes into the Eye sometimes into the Ear and only lives in that part where he enjoys the object of his Love Thus Love compels men to live more contractedly and like some imperfect Animals to be contented with one Sence and yet this to render a man not imperfect but more Divine by how much he requires the fewer Instruments of Life However the Soul is advantaged by the Bodies loss For by a certain extension of its Spiritual Bulk that which seem'd confined to one Breast now governs two as if it had two Lives Distracted between two Bodies it scarcely knows for which it was first formed such is