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cause_n	fire_n	young_a	youth_n	15	3	7.7304	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A53595	De arte amandi ; and, The remedy of love, Englished Ovid ; as also, The lovs [sic] of Hero & Leander, a mock-poem ; together with choice poems and rare pieces of drollery.; Ars amatoria. English	Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D.; Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D. Remedia amoris. English.	1662 (1662)	Wing O648; ESTC R5646	77,875	134

may you see Mongst many one best part will fancy thee In every place where thou shalt hap to sit Loose none by frownes whom thou by smiles maist get The bow of Cupid never stands unbent And oftentimes things fall by accident Be thou prepared hang alwayes out thy hook For in that stream where thou no fish wouldst look A fish by chance may bite oft have I seen The vvandring hound range vvhere no game hath been And harts that scape the chase when no man minds them Fall in the toyles and there the keeper finds them What hope hadst thou Andromeda being bound Unto a rock a lover to have found Being prepar'd for death beset vvith fears Blubberd thy cheeks thy eye quite drovvnd in At burial of one Husband vvell I vvot Another husband hath been oft times got Weeping for him that 's lost may hap to grace thee And in the bosome of a second place thee But in your choice especially bevvare Of shch effeminate men as starch their hair Prank up themselves who lisp and cannot leave it Love Complement and use to smell of Civit They have a thousand loves what they protest To thee they 'll do as unto all the rest Vnstaid such be and what will women say When in their thoughts men are more light then they Scarce will they credit me and yet 't is true Troy had yet stood and Illium been in view Had every thing been swaid as Priam spake Lovers d●sloyalty in many several passeges But good advice they leave fond counsel take There are who under show of love do fain And by such passage seek dishonest gain Let no mans hair deceive with powders sweet Nor studded gitles which are short and meet Nor these fine womens coats a sightly thing Nor that each finger bears a golden ring Perhaps who in this kind most gallant goes Is a close thief and loves nought but your clothes Some Maids thus rob'd so loud cry for their own That all the town and country hears their moan Venus whose golden shrines at Appia● stand And Palla● laugh a good these strifes in hand There are some Maids too sure but of bad fame Who oft deceiv'd are thought to use the same Oh learn by others plaints to hear your own Ope not your ears to men whose frauds are known Believe not Theseus Athenians though he swear The gods can witness no more then they hear And thou Demophoon to false Theseus heir Phillis deceived was by speeches fair If men make promises then maids make you If men perform perform your vowed joys too Now I 'le come nearer Muse take faster hold No loose thy seat the wheels though swiftly rold Men frame them set Maids vows are elswhere wtit Let some maids take their course for it were fit Look on them read them from the words then gather Whether he fains or sues intirely rather After some while Write back ever delays Inflames a Lover so no tedious stays Shew not thee pliant to the youth denies Nor yet deny him what by suit he plies Let him both fear and hope by every Letter Be his fearlesse his hopes come sure and better Be your phrase pure but common usual words In speech the plainest stile best grace affords Full of ambig●o●● words love so misplace And a foul t●ng●e hath hurt a beauteous face But since although you y●t not m●rried be To go beyond us men that care take ye By maids or some known lad your let●ers send And to no strange young man tokens commend I have seen some maids so terrifi'd with this That ever after they were slaves I w●sse Faithlesse he s who keeps such tokens back And burns l ke Ae●na till he ope the pack Trust me we may with fraud quit fraud again From force to shield from force the laws maintain One maid must use her self to many hands Ill might he speed who shifts their true commands Deface the old seal when you do reply And to one writing but one hand apply Subscribe your Letters thus thine in all love Be his as he was yours this art to approve If from small things we may to greater go And in our ship spread out full sail to show It long to beauty to have manners milde Sweet pace fits women fierce rage savage wilde Impediment to beauty Anger Rage swells the face the veins makes black with bloud The eyes blaze ghastly like fell Gorgons brood Away quoth she I prize not feature so Pallas should view her face where waters flow And should you look your anger in your glasse You would scarce discern your visaga whose it was Pride Nor do we lesse blame proud and lofty look● Gentle and humble eyes are Cupids book We men do hate this over-weening pride Shown in the silent face-trust him hath tride View him views you if men then women smile Signs made to you make signs 't will men beguile Thus whiles he plays before with headlesse dart Cupid hath after wounded to the heart We hate men sad Ajax Tecmessa take We merry Greek● blithe wenches swee hearts make Andromach and Tecmessa all your state Could not move me to chuse you for my mate Take gifts of rich men who do law professe Give him no fee be his Client he 'll need the lesse We that make verse let us send only verse Our hearts are pliant whose love soon doth pierc● We spread abroad sweet beauty lasting praise We Nemesis we Cynthias honour raise The East and West land knew lov'd Lycoris And many ask who our Corinna is Besides we Poets from all frauds are free And forward manners by our Poetrie Nor honour us nor love of money please We sleight our gains for privacy and ease Soon are we caught our loves burn fierce and bold And where we love we know too well to hold So 't is we soften nature by meeke art And as our studies so our loves take part A favour Maidens a blest Poets will Heavens power we have the Muses own us still A God is in us we commerce with Iove The spirit in us bove your bright stars doth move To look for money from us what a crime And yet no Maides do fear it in our time At first be not too eager faine beware A novice lover slights an open snare Nor do we rule a horse new broke to back With the same raines as he that is skild to rack To catch one staid in years and a briske swaine Must not one way may not one course be taine Hee 's rude and in loves tents nere seen before Who as a new prey touch'd thy chamber door Who knows no maid but thee none else would know This corne would be high fenced that it may grow If one he is thy own no rivals frown Two things admits no mate Love and a Crown That antient souldiers wise and softly loves And much that younger scorus he meekly prove He● l break no posts nor burn with furious fire Nor scratch his Mistriss

soft cheeks in his ire He 'l tare no clothes his Loves nor his own Nor shall his torne hair give him cause of mone These things fit youthes whose age in love is hot This bears harsh wounds gently as they were not Old men burn softly like a torch that 's drie As wood● from heath cut down when first they ly Old mon love sure youth short but fruitful made Maides pluck those fruits betimes betimes which fade Nay yeild up all ope the gates to our foe That faith from faithlesse treasure once may flow What 's easie granted long love cannot feed Denial seeth our sports must oft proceed Let them walk at the gate cry cruel dore Do humbly much but in their threats much more We loath these sweets bitter love makes them new The wind o●t drown'd the ship by which it flew T●s this makes men their vvives to slight so still They 're ready prest when ere their husbands will Let the Maide run and cry we are undone And hide the sacred youth till fear be gon Yet sport him midst these fears lest he misprise Y●ur nights not so much worth such fears should rise I had like to passe by what art to deceive Your hu●band and sly keeper to bereave Wives fear your husbands who must keep you in 'T is firm by law right modestie hath bin Her to be kept whom late revenge hath wrought Who can endure to avoide these means be sought As many keep thee as had Argus eyes If thou wilt out thou shalt defeat with lyes You●l say your keeper doth withstand to write T●ke water for your self what time you might Wh●t can the Keeper when the Cities fill ●f plaies and Maids see horses run that will When she will a maide complaines her head And faining sick hides whom she will in bed When the false key tells plainly what is done And to her chamber are more wayes then one Besides a keeper may be foxt with vvine Prest from the grapes of Spain and so made thine And there be drugs which can cause a sound sleep And shut the eyes fast drencht in Lethe deep You know Maides to May quickly finde some way By long made sports to hold him in delay But what need I for to go farre about When one small gift may buy the keeper out Gifts trust me do appease both gods and men By Gifts even Iov● is pleased now and then What do the wise since fooles in gifts delight Give and the husband sayes nought say he might Hast bought thy keeper once he 's thine for ever The help he once affords he 'l fail thee never I blam'd companions now it comes to mind The hurt by it not men alone do find Beleive me other Maides thy joyes may taste And others with thee hunt the Hare as fast The wench that sweeps the chamber makes the bed With sports of love hath more then once bin sped Let not your waiting Maides be over fair Their Mistriss place by them supplied are Where run I Mad man naked ' gainst my foe And ope those ports that may me overthrow The birds teach not the fowler how to take them The harts teach not the dogs to run and shake them Look too 't that need my task I le do indeed Though 't is to lend a sword to make me bleed 'T is easie to make us think We are beloved Their faith which to desire is quickly moved Smile lovely on a youth sigh from your hart Aske why he comes so late a pretty art Shed some few tears fain grief for some close love And tear your haire as doth your passions move He is overcome straight pitty he will take And say his care is only for my sake If he be spruce and look fair in the glasse He 'll think the gods love him let not this passe Who ere thou art be not thy wroth so strong Nor rage not overmuch hath he done wrong Trust not too soon what art is in this case Procris may be example Have your grace Near to Hymettus hill a holy well And a moist ground thick grasse the ancients tell The wood's but underwood about this land The Crab tree Rosemarie Bay Mirtle stand The thick leav'd boxe the Tamariske so small L●w shrubs neat Pines there do these trees grow all The gentle West wind and the healthfull aire ●low all those leaves and gras blades which are there C●phalus lov'd rest his hounds and men forgone Weary in youth this ground oft sat upon And thus he sings thou which dost lay my heat And my breast swage come gentle aire and beat One over dutious told his fearful wife These words she heard and so began the strife ●ro●r● who for a strumpet too kt this care Fell down much moved with a suddain feare Look how the vine-leafe which you latest gather She lo●kt so pale or far more paler rather Or the ripe Quince tree which doth bend his bough Or d●g tree fruite which none for meat allowes Come to her self her garments quite she tore From of her breast and made her breast all gore And without stay in rage and haste she goes Her haire about her neck like Bacchus throes Being near the place her mates she leaves behind Steels st●ly to the wood no fear in minde 'T is thus thou think'st now who this aire should be And her dishonest tricks thine eare shall see Her coming shames her now she would not take her Yet now she 's glad she 's come love doubtful makes her The name the place the sign all these agree And what the minde feares that it thinks to be Seeing the grasse so by some body prest Her trembling heart knockt at her tender breast Now the Mid-day had made the shadows short The evening and the morn bear equal part Young Cephalus returns unto the wood And cooles his face with water as he stood Procris stands close on the grasse he laies him fair And cries aloud blow west winde come sweet aire So soon as she had heard the erroneous name Her minde and her true colour to her came She rises with her body the leaves shake In mind to Cephalus her way to take He thought it some wild beast snacht up his bow His arrow in his right hand wont to show What doest thou wretch 't is no beast stay thy dart Alas thy arrowes pierce a womans heart She cries out thou hast stroke thy loving breast Upon this place thy wounds have ever rest I dy before my time not wrong'd in love This earth made me suspect thee light to prove Aire take my breath thee 't was I did mistrust I dy close thou mine eyes lay me in the dust She ended speech and life and falling down Her husband takes her last breath from the ground He bears his dying love in woful armes And wailes with tears so strange and deadly harmes But let us back I see I must be plain At the lost haven that our ship may again You look now