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A60018	The triumph of wit, or, Ingenuity display'd in its perfection. Being the newest and most useful academy, in three parts. Part I. Containing variety of excellent poems, pastorals, satyrs, dialogues, epigrams, anagrams, acrosticks, choice letters with their answers, ... and exactest collection of choice songs. Part II. Containing the whole art and mystery of love in all its nicest intreagues and curious particulars, ... with the description & anatomy of perfect beauty. Part III. Containing the mystery and art of wheedling and canting, with the original and present management thereof, and the ends to which it serves and is employed. Illustrated with poems, songs and various intreagues in the canting language, with the explanation, &c. To which is added, Instructions for dancing with musical notes	J. S. (John Shirley), fl. 1680-1702.	1688 (1688)	Wing S3520A; ESTC R220267	116,290	243

you home Sir I must confess you should be much admir'd for your ingenuity breeding and good parts though the ungratefull World will allow no body to have the happiness of admiring you but your self Mock-Expressions or Complements Burlesque to the Female Sex c. MAdam your Beauties must needs be excellent and like an Ignis faruis lead Mankind astray since your Eyes have perpetual Twinkles bright as Candles burnt within the Socket Madam your Virtues are like the Phoenix very rare to be found Kind Mistriss your favours are dispensed to all and so common that no Man need fear in the least to participate of them Madam the severity of your Countenance is a scurge to transgression for whosoever looks wishfully upon you in the very moment of his hot-boiling blood will be antidoted against Lechery Madam the World must needs be melancholy when you are taken from it seeing you are the Comedy of Mankind and the Acting-Stage of Recreation Madam the Rosey-colour of Brickbat mixed with the Amber-colour of Cowslips adorn your lovely Face and make it aimable to those that can contemplate and admire your Beauties Madam the Ornament of your Hair hangs dangling like the Roots of Cedars and to catch Lovers you expand it as the Spider do's her Web to intrap the Fiies though not with that caution for your Nets are so wide that even the intangled Culleys creep through and escape Madam that you have been Man's meat appears by the wanton twinkles of your Eyes and the Ruins of a tollerable good Face but alas Time that enemy to Beauty has dried you to a Cinder and lest you only Desire where you are not to be desired Madam your inclinations to pursue Virtue appear a many things but you follow it with so slow a ●ace that 't is doubted by some whether you will ever ●●er-take it Madam we might without doubt have justly terned you fair had not deformity been unmannerly to ●ake place of your beauty Madam your Gravity apears in every action since ●ime has been hasty to furrow your Face with wrinkl'd ●onour and reduced your Beauty to the complection of a blasted Oak Lady the toss you have with your Head and that ●ect with your Buttocks denote you to be a Woman of fine breeding and to have much conversation with French Dancing-masters who will have all the wit to lye in Mimmick Postures c. Lady your Teeth in their yellowness exceed the Amber and may well be compared to Crysolites Madam the Scarlet-livory your Face wears denotes you to be kind to your self in making glad your heart and casting away care Madam so great are the obligations wherewith you ●ave loaded me that I must lay down my burthen or I shall faint under them Your understanding sweet Lady has so large a Country to travel in that it can rarely be found Madam you have so far obliged me that I must study the Art of Memory to retain the thoughts of your obligations least they slip out of my mind whilst you forget not to tax me with ingratitude Madam ye 're so lovely sweet and charming that ●●ow I cou'd spend at least half an hour to tell you how much I love you did not important business ●rudge me the loss of so much time Posies or Motto's to be used on sundry occasions Madam my Heart I 'll constant be What e'er I have Whm God has blest Now we agree To thee my Heatt This for ever Untill I dye Fairest Creature In Constancy Let me not find Let us now hast Prepare with speed I will be true When false I am Be not unkind We 'll happy live We 'll live and love What here I give No more I 'll pine What e'er you say Love do's invite I live and move Is your desert Fair Maid to thee Freely it crave Let none molest Let 's Marry'd be I do impart With the Giver I 'll constant be I 'm your debtor I 'll live and dye That ye 're unkind The Minutes past To be my Bride To Love and you I 'll bear the blame Till cause you find Let whose will grieve Till Death remove My Dear receive Since thou art mine I will obey Let us unite But by your Love. Read these though divided Cross-ways As Madam my Heart Is your desert c. Mournfull Epethites For my sad grief I live in pain 'T is my sad Heart Be pleas'd to give Alas I dye To be more kind See cruel Fair O! be more just Death is more kind My bleeding Heart O! let me go What have I done O! save from Death My pain beguile In Mercy save Long have I lov'd O! let my Fate O! can my Dear One Boon I crave If Love 's deny'd This very hour In pain I live Unconstant Maid Behold I come There 's no relief And love in vain Do's feel the smart Me leave to live If you deny You was design'd How I despair Or I am Dust Than your hard Mind Is full of smart To shades below To set so soon My fleeting breath With one kind smile Me from my Grave And constant prov'd Have longer Date Be still severe Pity your slave Death is my Bride My Fate do's lower In vain I grieve My life do's fade Kind Ghosts make room Read these as the former Short EPITAPHS REader This Marble claims as Tribute due To the dear Memory of sacred Dust A Sigh at least if not a Tear or two The Good lyes here the Great the Wise and Just Epitaph 2. IN Honour's bed he dy'd whom here we lay Whilst his free'd Soul mounts to Eternal day His Body Heav'n will only here intrust Yet will his Fame immortalize his Dust Epitaph 3. WEep weep no more like those that vainly deem 'T is loss to dye when to dye well is gain The Glories of this World are but a Dream And all its guilded Pleasures only pain Epitaph 4. HIS Name shall live his Works do speak his Fame Rescu'd from Time they shall his Worth proclaim Fame shall his Voucher to all Ages be Fame that makes half the Orb of round Eternitie Shall hug him close and never let him dye The most exact Collection of choice SONGS upon sundry occasions as they are Sung in Court City and Country To the newest most delightful Tunes c. The Lover's Happiness A new Song 1. ALL joy to Mortals Joy and Mirth Eternal Joys we sing The God of Love descends to Earth His Darts have lost their sting The Youth shall now complain no more On Sylva's needless scorn But the shall love if he adore And melt when he do's burn 2. The Nymph no longer shall be shy But leave the Jilting Road And Daphne now no more shall fly The wounded panting God But all shall be sereen and fair No sad Complaints of Love Shall fill the gentle whispering Air No Echoing sighs the Grove 3. Beneath the Shades young Strephon lyes Of all his Wish possest Gazing on Sylva's charming Eyes Whose Soul is there confest

raise a silent Transport in the mind Make young Men Constant and young Maidens kind That Love may his large Empire larger find Sir I am your affectionate and devoted Friend and Servant G. E. THE Generous LOVER'S Complaint TO His Scornfull MISTRISS OR PHAON to DORINDA A Heroick POEM HOW long Dorinda shall I sigh in vain Burn with Love's feaver struggle with my pain Breathe scorching breath proclaiming fires within More fierce than those in Bellowing Aetna seen E'er you look down and bid me live in peace E'er with one smile my labouring Soul you ease Ah! be more kind or else appear less fair Yet bright as you destroying Angels are Forgive me Heav'n such Parallels to make And you dear Saint forgive me what I speak Forget what from a Mind in pain dares break O! shine my Sun let kindly beams be hurl'd From your bright Eyes into my little World O'er-cast with Clouds of Discontent and Fear Which in a Thousand threatning shapes appear As when to warn and terrifie Mankind In various forms the Phantoms ride on Wind And muster'd Armies in the thinner Air Shaking their Spears for dreadfull War prepare Mix with those Rays a smile that may impart Such Beauty cannot have a stoney Heart Or if you drop a Tear to hear me grieve 'T will quench my Flames and give me power to live 'T will quench the burning part yet leave a heat Gentle and calm in Love's most hid retreat Consider too delays may dangerous prove None are impatient like to those in Love. Remember where Despair has fail'd to kill Where Grief where Scorn could not the task fulfill The ready hand a tedious life has loos'd The Sword the gentler Cordial has been us'd And thought more noble than to live refus'd For Death what is it but an easie pain To those that dye a thousand times in vain Consider this fair Saint and let me know What Mercy is and how much you can show O trifle not with one that is your slave Who lives for you for you delays his Grave Dallies with Fate to think you will be kind But if in vain he hopes what ne'er he 'll find Let him but know it and you 'll quickly see He has a way from Pain to set him free Yet when the stream of Life is set afloat And all the Glory of the Earth's forgot When dazy Mists swim round my dying Eyes And my freed Soul's just mounting to the Skies The last-fetch'd Sigh shall bless Dorinda's Name And pray for her who is the cause I 'm slain Madam Your most affectionate languishing and almost-despairing Lover J. S. A Dialogue between Altemor and Almira Love broke through danger Constancy has crown'd True Love with fetters ne'er cou'd yet be bound Altemor THis unexpected Letter delivered me by an unknown hand possesses me with mortal fears that my dear Almira is in danger Ha it says she 'll meet me here this very hour and see where she comes O how I revive at this blest sight Almira May this Grove for ever flourish that has been so often kind to shelter us from the prying Eyes of too severe and too officious Parents who strive to cross our Happiness Alt. May it wear a lasting Green and may these cool shades be still a Recess for Lovers and these fragrant Banks Enamell'd with the pride and glory of the Spring yield them a soft Repose whilst they breathe forth a thousand tender things But how my dear Almira did you scape your guard to bless me with such unexpected joy Alm. Not without great difficulty you may be sure considering how narrowly I have been watched ever since your last Letter was intercepted by my Father Alt. It was unhappy it so fell out and I have mourned that fatal over-sight of mine which was the cause of so long a separation but since my better self I have you in my Arms all sorrow vanishes much like a Morning-cloud that 's spent in showers Alm But you had like never to have had me thus again had I not escaped as I did all our Joys and all we can expect from Love had been for ever barred Alt. As how my dear Almira Alas I tremble at the sound of what you say had been for ever barr'd Just Heaven could ne'er have suffer'd such a punishment to fall on Innocents since Love is Heavens chief Attribute But speak for I find by the Roses being frighted from your Cheeks that you 'ave escaped a danger Alm. I have so for my Father upon the discovery of the Intreague we were carrying on confin'd me to my Chamber resolving out of hand to Marry me to his Neighbour P Alt. Death and Ruin Cou'd he be so barbarously inclined to joyn these Beauties fresh and gay as new-blown Roses and more sprightly than the kindling flame apt for Love and Mutual Joys with Age and Impotency Cou'd he be so cruel to ●●st the blooming Spring adorned and smiling with her fragrant sweet into the Icey Arms of shivering Winter which seems in nature dead sure 't is impossible Alm. It was intended and my nauseous Lover daily visited me strove with Presents and a thousand Amorous stories to make me plyant Alt. And did you not regard ' em how could you resist his flattery or be proof against his wealth Alm. I answer'd him with Tears and more and more grew sullen when he wooed protested against his Love and vow'd to sacrifice my life rather than be his Bride My Father chid me for my obstinacy and laid approaching Greatness in my view urged and conjured me by the power of his Paternal Jurisdiction over me to yield my self obedient to his will. I answer'd him My life was in his hand and that he might command it when he pleas'd But for my Love it soared a nobler hight and could not be circumscribed as being free by a Charter ancient as the World He stormed at this and said I Trifle with him and should dearly suffer for my obstinacy I thereupon fell at his feet o'er-whelmed with tears and sighs that wou'd have moved a Rock of Adamant and begged I might be free to make my choice or if he would not grant it as he had given me life next to the workings of nature and the invisible power that infused that breath of life which ought to act in freedom he wou'd strike me dead and kindly put an end to woes that might ensue At this his Eyes shot fire his Frowns me-thought looked like a Winter-cloud frought with a thousand storms at which I trembled and look pale But he remorsless told me That in spite of all my denial and resistance I must prepare the next day to be a Bride at which my spirits failed and I sunk down into a deadly swoun and in that plight he left me For when I awoke as from the dead and faintly reared my head I found me in my Nurses Arms who pittying my distress and moved by my tears and intreaties my vows and protestations

as those of speaking to you I had render'd you as many Services as I have spoken words I dare not confirm them always with the same Testimonies and since I am so little capable of perswasion I fear I shall discover my ignorance and not my servitude Sir I am of opinion that the custom of perswasion is only us'd there where truth is wanting and therefore seeing you have always protested the Truth you ought now to make use of it else you will make your Oaths and my Credit as indifferent as your Word and Assurance would be Madam the Cunning of a discourse shall never do me such an ill office as to make me believe an untruth for I am ignorant of the custom and invention thereof which shall cause me not to seek out such an enterprize to the end that being warranted from the disturbance which I find between the Resolution and the Event I should not give you that for an assurance that the whole World seeing so noble a ●esign as mine will judge that I owe an Eternal perse●●rance to it Sir be advis'd to confirm your mind to your words 〈◊〉 time will give us always opportunity to distinguish ●●tween those that are feigned and those that are real Truly I must make this Promise in answer to your Promises that if I doe not find them true you will repent to have so vainly lost them For I shall always reserve to my self this power either to reject or accept of what you render me Madam why should your belief take any ill impression of your Servant I do call Love and your Beauty to witness that I shall always preserve my self the same Well Sir I shall content my self at present with your drift notwithstanding that I shall expect better assurances Madam be confident you shall draw as much fidelity from your Conquest as I expect honour and happiness from my subjection But I desire to know whether your Promises shall be as faithfully kept as your Oaths Much more Madam for I can give you but wea● words which my ignorance furnishes me withall where by you work effects worthy a glorious death Will you then dye for me too Sir Yes Madam for that which would be a death 〈◊〉 others would be a life to me provided it came from your hand Live then Sir and take heed your Repentance 〈◊〉 not kill you T is well then Madam I shall live your Serva● and live long through the worth of my Preserver The Demand of Assurance FAirest it is now time that I should require 〈◊〉 you some Assurances of your friendship beca● I cannot grant you that authority which you 〈◊〉 over my affections but by the services which I am willing to render to your power The proof whereof depends upon Opportunity and the Opportunity upon your Commands Swear to me therefore by your fair Eyes that you love that which they have subdu'd that I may boast my Ruin to be as well a mark of my Glory as of your Puissance Do you think Sir that that which is ruin'd by the Eyes can be belov'd by the Heart Dear Lady why should not you affect that love which you your self have created would you cause it to be born and dye at the same instant That would be the action of an inconstant soul Sir it is you that run the hazard of being call'd inconstant For if Love proceed from Merit you will soon find some one more worthy of your affection than my self Madam I shall never seek the means to find any more signal worth then what you your self possess It is permitted to those who are less worthy to have such jealousies but not to you whose beauty has such a super-eminence above all other in the World. No Madam take counsel of your own worth and it will shew the fair Election I have made how impossible it is to be chang'd the design coming from the judgment of the Soul which being divine cannot err But Sir they say that Love is very subject to Knowledge of which you being so well provided 't is to be fear'd that you may make use of those agreeable diversities that love do's every day present to unfaithfull Lovers Madam may he banish me from his Empire if I have any other will then what is agreeable to his He sees that I am yours so his Power and my Will ●re agreed my Designs concur with his Commands Sir I believe that Love himself knew not how to force you to love Madam he was afraid least he should be made himself a slave He has no force able to resist your Puissnnce unless it be your own Therefore since you have this Glory entire to your self to have vanquish'd all the World there remains nothing more but that you should vanquish your self Sir I can do any thing else but vanquish having neither Will nor Thought that doth not render obedience to the Duty which I have taken to be the perfect guide of my life Madam you oppose your designs to my prayers to the end this refusal should redouble my Passion and cause me to persist more eagerly in the pursuit of your tempting Graces Yet it suffices that the pain and difficulty of the Request will remain the Glory of my Conquest Sir if your Difficulties are the things that can create your Glories why do you complain Madam I do not repine at the pain but at your unkindness that will not acknowledge it But if you have no such unkindness I conjure your fair Lips to produce some assurance of your friendship Well Sir then I promise in reference to your servitude to acknowledge it for the price of your Constancy and believe 〈◊〉 ●hat as my true Passion doth only oblige me so there is no adjuration shall have power over me Madam I wish I could transform my whole W●● into words to render you sufficient thanks for th● favourable promise But since I am not born capable of such a happiness I will only say this That 〈◊〉 to whom your favours are so liberally extended sh●●● pass the rest of his days in your service An Address of perfect Courtship LAdy who are inspir'd with all the Praises that belong to your Sex I am come to offer you my services which you may at present only call Obedient hoping that your better knowledge of it will style it faithfull Sir I think Fame is more favourable to me then Truth since all that has been publish'd concerning me proves so false and therefore you have reason to present me your feigned service in obedience to my feigned merit Madam you wrong your Beauty which being so great can work no other designs in me but those of only honouring you Sir This confirms my former Opinion for seeing my self without beauty of which you cannot be ignorant I must necessarily be unprovided of all those services that ddpend thereon Madam I fear I should sin against the Truth should I put my self to the trouble to make you see them It

Recess of Love Which now more pleasing is since grac'd by you A fairer Guest its shades yet never knew Amar. The place is pleasant and your kindness great In bringing me to such a calm retreat Where kissing Sun-beams on the Leaves abide That shelter us yet Phaon I must chide For trying with your Flattery to raise my Pride Ph. Dear Amarillis be that far from me I know not where those flatt'ring Regions be That by Mankind so much are visited But this I know that you are fair indeed The Queen of Beauty triumphs in your Face To you the Shepherdesses all give place The Shepherds sigh for you with pleasing pain Each seeks with care your favour first to gain Am. Shou'd I think so I must my self deceive How can she conquer that do's Captive live Ph. Captive to whom what Mortal is so blest With Charms or Parts that can give you unrest What Virtue is to sush perfection grown All that Mankind dare claim were it in one Can ne'er the peace that gaurds your Brest dethrone Am. I thought so once but now I find too plain And blushing must confess my thoughts were vain Ph. Less than a Monarch can't your Heart subdu● Am. No my meek Soul ambition's Air ne'er dre● Pardon me Phaon when I say 't is you Ph. Oh! Heav'ns what Rapture what a maze I 'm in O! Speak dear Saint breath those blest words agin Let Angels take 'em at the first rebound And to the World with golden Trumpets sound That unexpected I a Heaven on Earth have found Am. O! Spare the Blushes of a yielding Maid Who to your Arms the God of Love betray'd Take take the willing Prize and ben't unkind To say when discontent disturbs your mind How easie Amarillis to be won you find Ph. Never my Angel dearest greatest bliss But count this day my day of happiness The Happy Choice A Poem 1. WITH that Part of the World which like a Sea Provok'd by Storms to mount and ross her waves I find I never calmly shall agree Softer Retirement my attention craves Where noisy Business reigns the place I 'll shun And at sweet leisure pity those that strive And toil their youth away to be undone By growing old before they know they live 2. For at the best the sweet of Earthly Joy Has mixtures in it Wormwood bears a part And much allays or does the force destroy Of Bliss that shou'd exault the trembling heart Which makes me smile when selvelins fiercely drive And Crou'd and Buz with busie Murmerings To snatch the Honey from the guarded Hive And undergo the Torment of a thousand Stings 3. Whilst those that free'd from Crouds in little state Truly enjoy themselves and happy are And to themselves can true content create When others are themselves a Civil War. Then grant ye kinder Fates e'r to my Grave Death with his frosty Breath bids me begon E'r in exchange for Shades this Light I leave And in Eternal Gloom forget the Sun. 4. That in some Rural Cottage I may dwell With Sylvan Scene surrounded where the Hills Clad in their native green do gently swell Where flowry Vales spread Odours where the trills of silver Brooks or mazey Rivolets run Kissing their winding Banks whilst brouzing Flocks With tender blateings do sweet Musick tune And cover all the Plains with fleecy Locks 5. There out of found ambitions reach I 'd be Contemplate the Creation and in it The glorious wise Creating Deitie Of whom the Creatures are the Counterfeit In sacred Solitude O Let me spend The unfledg'd moments that are yet to move Desiring nothing there may me attend But Thoughts that wait upon coelestial Love. The Bold Adventurer made Captive Or LOVE'S Conquest A Poem HOw bold and rash is fond unthinking Man With what Proud hast he flyes to be undon And meets a Ruin that wou'd come too soon This I unhappy I too late have found Concluding I was proof against each Wound That Love could give I durst behold those Eyes To which my heart is made a Sacrifice With Lightning Arm'd they shot a pointed pain And in my Soul soon fix'd the fatal bane Each Part a swift cold trembling seiz'd the Guard Of Life seem'd Conquer'd and her Gates unbar'd As when a bright destroying Angel's breath The Plague blows in and with it hasty death Or when by some Infernal Fiend possess 't Inly disturb'd by the Intruding guest The man stares wildly foams and knows not why But strait concludes he instantly must dye Such was th' Alt'ration that In me appear'd For Tyrant Love whom least of all I fear'd Had gain'd the Fortress and soon let me know I must accept of Terms he wou'd bestow Since I was Pris'ner at discretion made His Arbitrary Pow'r must be obey'd I found him then less generous than Death For he in 's rage ne'r spares the conquer'd's breath But cruel Love with barbarous Mercy saves The vanquish'd wretches lives to make 'em slaves Yet finding no way but to yield I cry'd Hard Master I 'm your Slave and must abide Whatever your severity will do And beg that my hard task you 'd let me know And yet I dread since Pride scorn and disdain Continual watchings Storms and tedious pain You those enjoyn to suffer over whom you reign Some at your Gally's Oars with endless toil Like Sissaphus do drudge and han't one smile To recompence their Pain they sigh but find Those sighs serve but to rouze the sleeping wind Some like the Memphian Tyrant you do doom To wast their Lives in building of a Tomb. Others are put with sad and lingring Art To work i' th Quarries of a stoney Heart But of the various works you do assign It will best please your Slave to dig the Mine To a Proud and Jilting Mistress A Poem Madam I Own your Charms I own you fair Yet bright as you is a Malignant Star Your Eyes have flame and scatter beams of light Unguarded hearts with careless wounds to smite Swift to destruction as th' amasing Fire That through the Clouds do's sally and retire So from the hot Basilisks burning Eyes Through trembling Air the darted Poison flyes Which wing'd by Death can distant lives surprize Beauteous you are as Morn e'r from the bed Of Sea-born Thetis Phoebus lifts his head To sip the Pearly dews on Flora's Glory shead Gay as the Clouds his early Beams infold Whose fleecy Skirts seem Purple fring'd with Gol● Yet cruel as Diana whose dire Rites Nothing but humane Sacrifice delights The gazing wretch your charming Smiles insnare To make him sure is all your Pride and Care But when he 's so you feed him with Despair So in her Lybian Laire the Panther rests Drawing about her the admiring Beasts To view her damask'd Skin hiding her head That their approaches may be without dread But in her reach advanc'd she grasps 'em fast And makes that dear-bought Gaze to be their last Hard fate of Mankind thus to be deceiv'd Why is that

my flowing Eyes But soon I found my Laments were in-vain And only Echo answer'd me again Ah wretched youth I cry'd and to my cry Ah wretched youth she sadly made reply Never never then said I must she Be by the Fates compell'd to pity me Who through excess of Love for her must dy No never never Echo made reply Then have I lov'd in-vain in vain said I In vain in vain agen she made reply With that a rending sigh broke from my brest Succeeded by a Groan I long supprest Which gave the Flame that in-ly burn'd new vent And words ensu'd that long were Pris'ners pent No more said I will I be answer'd so For I to shades more Dark than these will go Since I instead of Balm have Poison found That rankles and more deadly makes the wound Which breath'd unutterable Pains before Compar'd with which those great Alcides bore When he the blood-dipt Shirt of Nessus wore Wou'd seem but light yet thus long I have try'd To live in hopes she wou'd be mollify'd But since no hopes appear nought but dispair Horribly grins a ghastly smile and dare Deride me shakel'd in Loves fatal snare Death the more welcom of the two make hast With that I lay'd me down to sleep my last The trembling Earth shook as it's face I prest The sollid Rock a hollow Groan exprest And now to dye I calmly did prepare When sounding of approaching feet I hear Which made me linger on the verge of life A Truce with Death I made content with grief Till I might learn who in that dismal Grove Had kindly heard my moan when strait my Love The cause of all my woes came rushing in By Fate directed or some Pow'r Divine With pointed Rays of Light so bright she shone That all the Hell-born fogs with speed retire Her Beauty's force they were compel'd to own Who had derided the Coelestial Fire Amaz'd at first I stood by her unseen Amaz'd as if I thunder-struck had been When she cry'd this must be the place my Dream Told me I must Aminta's life redeem Too hard has been his tryal I relent And cou'd I find him yet by Grief unspent I wou'd be kind and set my Pris'ner free But ah I fear cold Death has don 't for me Though in a sadder way if so I 'll Mourn And drop a silent Tear upon his Urn Hang o're his little Grave my drooping Head And sigh and say Alas for me he 's dead Reviv'd at this my scatter'd Powr's collect And crawling towards her with low respect Ah! me I cry'd can Heav'n be yet so kind That in the shades of Death I Life shou'd find A Voice so doleful made her start aside Supposing it my Ghost so faint I cry'd But finding her mistake she led me thence And for my tedious woes made Recompence Now in th' Eternal spring of Joy and Love All day securely uncontroul'd I rove All night lye panting on her yielding Brest Soft as the Clouds where little Angels rest More Fragrant than the Phoenix Spicy Nest Come all you Lovers come rejoyce with me Forget your Pain since such Rewards there bee Since mighty Love can make us all obey Can change our Night to Everlasting Day And such Large Int'rest for our Service pay Instructions for Female Courtship Or The Maidens made Capable of Wooing within the Bounds of Modesty A Dialogue between Cinthia and Infanta Cin. MIss you are but Young yet and ought not to inquire into these Affairs Inf. Though as yet I am but young forsooth I hope I shall be older and it will not be amiss to learn when I 'm young that I may be better able to practice as occasion serves hereafter Cin. Practice what I prithee Inf. Why the Art of making Love forsooth Cin. How making Love why silly Girl it is not the Custom for Maids to make Love but with patience and Modesty to expect the Addresses of Young Men Inf. Nay as for the Custom I am not very well aquainted with it but I have heard my Elder Sister who was Married the last year much exclaim against the Proud or over-nice Female that brought up that foolish Custom which has proved so Prejudicial to the Sex and say if she had not in some measure dispens'd with its severity she might have liv'd till her Maidenhead had turned to mould● Cheese Cin. Why Miss you talk very merrily But did she tell you all this Inf. Avads she did and a great deal more than I can remember and methinks it was so pretty and pleasing that I took delight to hear it Nay you told me too you wou'd inform me how I shou'd spur up my Sweet-heart when I have got one Cin. I did so pretty Missey and to be plain with you many a good Sweetheart is lost for want of knowing how to mannage 'em for some are such dull Jades that they must as you say be spurred with quick Glaunces amorous Smiles and a gentle squeeze of the Hand a touch on the Foot with the Toe and the like or they 'l tire and grow sick of a tedious wooing before they come to the end of it Inf. O! Gemeny why this is contrary to the received Custom to some purpose But pray how must it be brought to pass without exceeding the Rules of Modesty or saving us from the reproach of our Fondness Cin. There are ways that a Virgin may make her Love known and yet secure her self from the Injunction of folly and fondness Inf. As how forsooth As how Pray let me know how the foolish Custom of staying till we are Courted and in a manner to be forced to accept of what we most desire may be dispens'd withal that better dayes may ensue for certain it is that frequently Men and maids at one and the same time have had one and the same desire yet being restrained by fear and shame have suffered the greatest Torments that Love can inflict and those are not easie when by a right understanding the Cure had been instantly wrought and a world of Felicity ensued and surely it must be grievous to a Love-sick Virgin who restrained by Custom for fear forsooth of offending Modesty that though the Remedy may easily be had she dares not ask for it Cin. You are in the right on 't and many for want of a little Confidence live all their lives languishing and at last are forced to be at the Trouble of carrying their Maidenheads to Heaven when they might have been Merchantable Ware upon Earth had they been promoted in the Market To prevent this when the Youth addresses though in words you must seem somewhat reserved yet by fixing your Eyes now and then upon him taking them suddainly off and blushing a little to set a better Grace upon the Matter let him see if he be not so dull as not to understand that kind of Love-language that there is no Reason for him to dispair you may the better to confirm him as you are talking

4. Ah Gods said she what Charms are these That conquer and surprize Ah let me for unless you please I have no pow'r to rise 5. She fainting spoke and trembling lay For fear she shou'd comply Her lovely Eyes her Heart betray And give her Tongue the lye 6. Thus she whom Princes had deny'd With all their pomp and train Was in a luckey Minute try'd And yielded to a Swain The Down-right Courtier to his Coy Mistriss A Song 1. PRay Madam leave this peevish fashion And ne'er desire to be high-priz'd Love it is a Princely Passion And is angry when despis'd Though men say ye 're fair 't is true We your Beauty yet bestow For our Fancy makes it so 2. Then bean't proud ' cause we Adore you We do 't only for our pleasure All those parts in which you glory We by fancy weigh and measure When for Goddesses you go For Angels or for Queens pray know T is our Fancies make you so 3. Suppose not then your Majestie By Tyrannies best signify'd And your Angellick Natures be Distinguish'd only by your Pride Tyrants make Subjects Rebels grow And Pride lost Angels down did throw Beware your Pride don't serve you so The Power and Force of Love A Song 1. AS by a Grove I walking was A mighty Cause Struck sadness to my Soul Unhappy me I said Alas 'T is a hard case That I meet this controul I that of late was free of Air Must now despair And captive live in Chains Can Love said I so crafty be Who cannot see To fill the Mind with pains 2. Ah! he 's a Tyrant seeming weak And yet to break His Chains we vainly strive The Fetters that he do's bequeath Are strong as Deah Men rarely them survive For ost the valiant brave and wise By Women's Eyes Are ruin'd and undone No Armour is sufficient proof Nor hard enough Their killing Darts to shun The Comparison A Song 1. HOw blest was the created state Of Man and VVoman e'er they fell Compar'd to our unhappy state VVhat need we fear another Hell. 2. Naked beneath cool shades they lay Enjoyment waited on desire All active did their wills obey Nor cou'd a wish set pleasure higher 3. But we poor slaves to hope and fear Are never of our Joys secure They lessen still as they draw near And none but dull delights endure 4. Then Cloris whilst I duly pay The noble Tribute of my Heart Bean't you so vain to say You love me for a frailer part The Jovial Boys A Song 1. COme fill us a Bumper to Bacchus Let us be free in our doing Let Sorrow and Grief ne'er o'er-take us Damn the fond trouble of VVooing VVhilst our Glasses are crown'd And Liquors abound VVe 'll brave the fond Boy and his Arrows In drinking there is a pleasure 〈◊〉 Love is a folly will 〈◊〉 us Both wasting our 〈…〉 Treasure 2. Then round let it go 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Since Women such puny toys are ●re charms in Wide that do's sparkle ●han e'er in a Mistriss Eyes were Come then put 'em about VVe 'll see 'em all out And when they are so we 'll recruit 'em Though VVomen we once did adore These Reasons they now shall confute 'em VVe will be such Asses no more The Indifferent Lover A Song 1. WHilst on those lovely Eyes I gaze To see a wretch pursuing In Raptures of a blest amaze His pleasing happy Ruin. 'T is not for pity that I move His Fate is too aspiring VVho heart-broke with a load of Love Dyes wishing and admiring 2. But if his Death you can forgo Your slave from Death removing Let me your Art of Charming know Or learn you mine of loving But whether life or death betide In love 't is equal measure The victor lives with empty pride The vanquish'd dyes with pleasure The Bully A Song ROom room for a Blade of the Town That takes delight in roaring VVho daily Rambles up and down And at Night in the streets lyes snoring That for the Noble name of Spark Dares his Companions rally Commits a Murther in the dark Then sneak into an Ally To every Female that he meets He swears he bears affection Defies all Laws Arrests and Suits By help of a Protection Then he intending further wrongs By some resenting Culley Is decently whipt through the Lungs And there 's an end of Bulley The Amorous Lover's Advice to his Mistriss A Song 1. LET Love and let Beauty each other embrace 'T is scorn and disdain spoils the charms of a Face That Breast which contains the blest warmth of desire Will rejoyce at the sense of so pleasing a fire Which to make Mortals happy is sent from above 'T is a sin to be nice but a pleasure to love 2. How happy are those who by Nature enjoy The innocent sport for which others seem coy They 'll receive mighty Love at the Eye with a smile And sweetly permit him the Heart to beguile O! then with a sigh how they hug the soft Chain And wish that it ne'er may forsake 'em again The Lover's Excuse A Song 1. THyrsis unjustly you complain And tax my tender Heart With want of pity for your pain Or sense of your desert 2. By secret and mysterious springs Alas our Passions move We Women are phantastick things That like before we love 3. You may be handsome and have wit Be secret and well-bred The person loved must to us fit He only can succeed 4. Some dye yet never are believ'd Others we trust too soon Helping our selves to be deceiv'd And proud to be undone The Constant Lover's Complaint A Song 1. I Cannot change as others doe Though you unjustly scorn Since the poor Swain that sighs for you For you alone was born No Phillis no your Heart to move A surer way I 'll try And to revenge my slighted Love Will still love on will still love on and dye 2. When kill'd with grief Amintas lyes And you to mind shall call The Sighs that now unpity'd rise The Tears that vainly fall That welcome hour that ends his smart Will then begin your pain For such a faithfull tender Heart Can never break in vain The bouncing Bully A new Song 1. WHen first I made love to my Cloris Cannon Oaths I brought down To batter the Town And I fill'd her with Amorous stories 2. Billet Doux like small shot d' ye ply her And sometimes a Song Went whizzing along But still I was never the nigher 3. At last she sent word by a Trumpet If I lik'd that life She wou'd be my wife But never be any Mans Strumpet 4. I told her Mars wou'd not Marry And swore by my scars Single combats and wars I 'd sooner dig stones in a Quarry Content is True Happiness A Song 1. COme leave your care and love your friend Live freely don't despair Of getting Money there 's no end And keeping it breeds care 〈◊〉 you have Money at your need 〈◊〉 Good-fellows and good Wine 〈◊〉 life whose

joys on Wealth do seed Is dull compar'd with thine 2. I can enjoy my self and friends VVithout design or fear Below their Envy or base ends That Polititians are I neither toil nor care nor grieve To gather keep or loose VVith freedom and content I live And what 's my own I use 3. VVhilst Men blown up with strong desires Of Riches or Renown Though ne'er so high wou'd still be higher So tumble head-long down For Princes smiles turn oft to frowns And favours fade each hour He that to day heaps Towns on towns To morrow may be poor 4. All that we get by all our store 'S Honour or Dominion The one 's but Trouble varnish'd o'er the t'other but Opinion Fate rules the roast Times always change 'T is Fancy builds all things How madly then our Minds do range Since all we grasp hath wings 5. Those empty terms of Rich and Poor Comparison hath fram'd He hath not much that covets more Want is but VVill nick-nam'd If I can safely think and live And freely laugh and sing My Wealth I 'll not for Craesus give Nor change for any thing The Downfall of Plain-Dealing A Song 1. LOng time Plain-dealing in the haughty Town Wand'ring about though in a thread-bare Gown At last unanimously was cry'd down 2. VVhen almost starved she to the Country fled In hopes though meanly she should there be fed And tumble nightly on a Pease-straw bed 3. But knavery knowing her intent took post And rumour'd her approach through e'ry coast Vowing his ruin that shou'd be her Host 4. Frighted at this each Rustick shut his dore Bid her begone and trouble him no more For he that entertain'd her must be poor 5. At this grief seiz'd her grief too great to tell And weeping sighing fainting down she fell VVhilst knavery laughing rung her Passing-bell 6. And though some simple people search in vain In hopes by this time she 's reviv'd again They have their labour only for their pain The Hero A new Song 1. THE Courts of fond Cupid I ever did scorn Nor cou'd Venus's softness invite me The Charms and Perfections that beauties adorn Ne'er yet had power to delight me The sound o the Trumpet the ratling Drum And the noise of the Cannon where flaming On spread wings of fire Death in triumph do's come In Thunder his Terror proclaiming 2. Where drawn Swords like Comets enlighten the Plain And the Musick 's the Groans of the dying The Ramparts are only the heaps of the slain And nothing ignoble but flying To the field my kind Mistriss like this I will hast VVhere same ho●our glory are waiting VVhilst love from my Arms with disdain I will cast As not worthy a Souldier's debating Mariana's Complaint A new Song 1. COnsider Maidens that are young And yet are blooming in your prime Least Man's soft charming Tongue Steal your weak Hearts by stealing Time. For whilst you think you moments spend That harmlesly away do slide Love do's a strong contagion send VVhich sensless through your Heart do's glide 2. VVhilst e'ry part within conspires To entertain the subtil foe VVhich by degrees breeds strange desires Till it your peace quite over-throw And your dear freedom lay in chains Make you a Captive to false man VVho when ye 're setter'd slights your pains And grows more proud that ye 're undone 3. Then fly then fly when they draw near Believe not what they smoothly say For though they vow protest and swear Yet in that breath they 'll you betray 'T is at your Honour that they aim And when they once have gain'd the prize No more they burn no more they flame No more the false dissembler dyes 4. But make ill-natur'd Jests and leave The too fond Maid they work'd upon Gentle and easie to deceive They count her when she is undone Alas by me example take The dear-lov'd Man I did adore My ruin'd honour do's forsake For getting all the Love he swore The Maiden's Grief A new Song 1. A Curse upon the faithless Maid Who first her Sexes Liberty betray'd Born free as Men to love and range Till nobler Nature did to Custom change Custom that dull excuse of fools Who think all Virtue to consist in Rules 2. From love our fetters never sprung That smiling God all wanton gay and young ●hows by his wings he cannot be ●onfin'd to restless slaverie ●ut here and there at random roves Nor fix'd to glitt'ring Courts or shady Groves 3. Then she that Constancy profess Was but a well dissembler at the best And that imaginary sway She feign'd to give in seeming to obey Was but the hight of prudent Art To deal with greater liberty her heart The Torment of Disdain A Song 1. WHen first these Eyes of mine saw my undoer Oh! how my Soul was inflam'd with desire But now I hate the time that e'er I knew her Seeing her Cruelty adds to my fire The more I love the more she disdains And daily do's add new Links to my Chains Which makes me day and night to cry Woe is me woe is me for love I dye 2. I still address my self in humble manner Thinking by that to gain some respect But she most cruel she takes more upon her And still return'd it with scorn and neglect Which plung'd my soul into such deep dispair Too great alas for Mortal minds to bear I 'd rather soon to loose my breath Then to continue still this living death 3. Farewell cruel she this Curse I 'll leave with thee May'st thou love one but ne'er beloved be And when thou doat'st on him may he deceive then And be as cruel as thou waft to me The Invitation to Love A Song 1. PRitty Peggy grant to me One sweet kiss to prove me If I stick not close to thee As the VVoodbine to the tree Mayest thou never love me 2. Passion is a simple thing That will ne'er content ye It will never pleasure bring But will leave behind a sting That will still torment ye 3. Love that brisk and airy is Brings a Lady pleasure But if dull our blood will freeze VVhich will make you by degrees To repent at leasure 4. Heighten'd Love do's still beget Torment to the Master For Jealousie is such a cheat No Physitian e'er cou'd yet Find for it a Plaister 5. Anger still do's stir up Love And encrease the fancy If 't be moderate you 'll prove T is the only sphere to move In for to advance you To Flora A Song 1. JOy to the Darling of loud Fame Whose early Beauty 's in their bloom Nature's Riches do proclaim And find in all our hearts a Room 2. If so in Infancy you wound If such sharp-pointed Darts you wear Your Beauty when by years 't is crown'd Must needs the wonder of the World appear 3. See how the Stars shine in the Skies Seeding the Firmament with Light So shine in Beauty's World your Eyes Though they keep off the Shades of night 4. The feeble Stars

besides but weakly move Fiercest anger it disarms And clips the wings of flying Love. Beauty do's the heart invade Kindness only can perswade It guilds the Lovers servile chain And makes the slave grow pleas'd again The Reply A Song 1. NOthing adds to your fond fire More than scorn and cold disdain I to cherish your desire Kindness us'd and 't was in vain You insulted o'er your slave Humble love you soon refus'd Hope not then a power to have Where ingloriously you us'd 2. Think not Thyrsis I will e'er By my Love my Empire loose You grow constant through despair Love return'd you wou'd abuse Though you still possess my heart Scorn and rigour I must feign Ah forgive that only Art Love has left your Love to gain 3. You that could my Heart subdue To new Conquests ne'er pretend let your Example make you true And of a conquer'd foe a friend Then if e'er I should complain Of your Empire or my Chain Summon all your powerfull Charms And sell the Rebel in your Arms. Upon MONEY A Song 1. IT is not the Silver and Gold of it self That makes Men adore it but 't is for its power For no Man do's doat upon Pelf because Pelf But all court the Lady in hopes of her Dower The Wonders that now in our days we behold Done by the irresistible power of Gold Our love and our zeal and affection do mould 2. It purchaseth Kingdoms States Scepters and Crowns Wins Battels and conquers the Conquerors bold Takes Bulwarks and Castles and Armies and Towns Our prime Laws were written in Letters of Gold. This lines Mens Religion builds Doctrine and Truth With zeal of Profession the Canter endu'th To club with kind Sarah or sweet Sister Ruth 3. This Marriages makes 't is the center of Love It draws on the Man and it pricks up the Woman Birth Virtue and Parts no affection can move While this makes Lords bow to the Brat of a Broom Gives Virtue and Beauty to the Lass that you woo Makes Women of all sorts and ages to do 'T is the soul of the World and the worldling too 4. This Horses procures you and Hawks Hounds Hares 'T is this keeps your Groom and your Groom keeps your Gelding It buys Citizens Wives as well as their Wares And makes your coy Ladies so coming and yielding Give boisterous Clowns their insufferable pride Makes Beggars and Fools in great triumph to ride Whilst ruin'd Properties run by their side The Slighted Lover A new Song 1. AH why do's my Aminta fly From him who lives but by her smiles If she her kindness do's deny And thus in scorn from me recoils The sadness that her Absence breeds Will soon grow up to gloomy death A long long night alas succeeds When for her sake I yield my breath 2. But if she kindly will return Her presence will keep death away O! rather let me feel her scorn Than from my sight she thus should stray It will a pleasure prove in pain To gaze upon the lovely Fair Last Salamander like on Flame Or like Chamelions only live on Air. She wou'd seem Angry A Song 1. WHat cruel pains Corinda takes To force that harmless frown When not a Charm her Face forsakes Love cannot loose its own So sweet a Face so soft a Heart Such Eyes so very kind Betrays alas the filly Art Virtue had ill design'd 2. Poor feeble Tyrant who in vain Wou'd proudly take upon her Against kind nature to maintain Affected Rules of Honour The scorn she bears so helpless proves VVhen I plead Passion to her That much she fears yet more she loves Her Vassal should undoe her The Recovery of Love A Song 1. HOW unconcern'd Love now decreases Behold that Face of thine The Graces and the Dresses Which both conspire to make thee shine And make me think thou art Divine And yet methinks thou' rt wonderous fair But I have no desires Those Glories in thy Face that are Kindled not in my Heart those fires For they remain though that expires 2. Nor was 't my Eyes that had such power To burn my self and you For then they 'd every thing devour But I do several others view Unsing'd and so don't think it true Nay both together cou'd not do 't Else we had dyed e'er this Without some higher power to boot Which must rule both if either miss Altogether to no purpose is 3. It pusses my Philosophy To find wherein consists This power of Love and Tyrany Or in a Lover's Eye or Breast Be 't where it will there let it rest However that I once did love I boldly do profess But henceforth to my self will prove More wise in loving less And grow more strong as it do's more decrease On Fading Beauty A Song 1. CElia be gentle I advise Make up for time mispent When Beauty on its death-bed lyes 'T is high time to repent Such is the Malice of your Fate That makes you old so soon Your pleasure ever comes too late How early e'er begun 2 Think what a wretched thing is she Whose Stars contrive in spite The Morning of her Love should be Her fading beauties night Then if to make your Ruin more You 'll peevishly be coy By wishing yet in Love be poor And never know the joy 3. May Transports that can give new fire To stay the flying Soul. Ne'er answer you in your desire But make you yet more dull May Raptures that can move each part To tast the Joys above In all their hight improv'd by Art Still fly you when you love Advice to his Fair Mistriss A Song 1. LOvely Mistriss whilst you do enjoy Youth and Beauty be you sure to use 'em And be not fickle be not coy Thy self or Lovers to destroy Since all those Lillies and those Roses That Lovers find or Love supposes To flourish in thy face Will tarry but a little space And youth and beauty are but only lent To you by nature with this kind intent You should enjoy but not abuse 'em And when enjoyments may be had not fondly to ref●● 〈◊〉 2. Let Lovers flatt'ry ne'er prevail with thee Nor their complacient tongues that don't agree With their Vows and Protestations be As snares for to deceive thee Let the high praises of the wittie Though ne'er so costly never fit ye Unless the truth in all their words you find For Lovers see though Love is blind Sickness or Age will quickly strip away Those fading Glories of your youthfull May And of your Graces all berieve ye Then those that did adore before will slight thee and so leave thee 3. Then while ye 're fair and young be kind but wise Doat not nor proudly use denying That tempting toy thy beauty lyes Not in thy face but Lover's Eyes And he that doats on thee may smother His love i' th' beauties of another Or flying at all Game May quench or else divert his flame His Reason too may chance to interpose And Love declines as

fast as Reason grows And so you may repent at leasure Too young too old too nice too free too-slow destroys your pleasure A new Song in two Parts or The True Lover's Joy. Cloris WHy Damon do you stay from my kind Arms Why thus delay the hight of all my Charms ●as it for this I hasted to the Shade ●nd to escape such large excuses made Trod pathless ways to ' scape those prying Eyes That would have sent their beams into our joys That would have reach'd the secrets of our love Then prithee Damon haste unto the Grove Damon I come my Cloris all over desire Arm'd by great Love with all his potent fire The mighty Feaver kindly begs your cure A seaver though allay'd will yet endure Then fair Physitian see your Patient stand To be dispos'd of by your gentle hand Yet if you do at this time ease my pain It is so sweet I shall wish it again The Mourning Lover for his Departed Mistriss A new Song 1. SHe 's gone ah me my Joy is fled Alas she 's mingl'd with the dead Those Eyes are set in Shades of Night From which so late the World had light The blooming Roses that her Face With Angel-beauty late did grace Are ravish'd by the tyrant death Whose pale cold hand has seiz'd her breath 2. And can I my dear Saint survive Can I without my Angel live Ah no! ah no! it cannot be To Heaven she 's gone and chides at me For lingring thus thinks me unkind O! then ye Fates O! let me find A passage to her dear-lov'd Arms There to Revel in Immortal Charms THE SECOND PART CONTAINING The whole Art and Mystery of COURTSHIP With Infallible Rules to succeed therein Adorned with Eloquence and furnished with Cordial Advice MEN and Women were made for the Society of each other and this Society becomes the more delectable when Beauty assists our Desire For as it is natural for Men and Women to desire so is it as natural for them to desire what is most pleasing which is Beauty Beauty then consists in the Lineaments and Perfections of the Body and the actions and demeanour of that beautifull Body For there are some who have Beauty but no beautifull deportment Others who have something I cannot tell what that pleases who cannot for all that be call'd beautifull There are also some Beauties more proper for the Addresses of Love and Courtship and of those I will give you a description first in reference to Women For the Subject of Love and Address he that would chuse aright must chuse a young Lass of Eightee years of age moderately plump strait and tall the air of her Countenance lofty and majestick her Head well set on her Eyes sweet and laughing of a black colour her Mouth of a moderate wideness her Teeth white her Forehead enclining rather to be small than large but insensibly arched her Cheeks full her Hair black the compass of her Visage round at the same time let her Shoulders be large and fleshie her Breasts hard well divided and su●taining themselves her Arms thick and plump her Skin neither too white nor too brown but of a mixture between both As to her Conditions let her be decently and fashionably habited modest and gay in her actions not over-talkative yet witty in her discourse When she appears naked let her have a full round Belly little Feet and turning outward a Leg somewhat plum in the middle Knees short and small a well-rais'd Thigh well furnished with hard and round Buttocks a small Waft As for the Beauty of a Man it consists chiefly in his shape and proportion and in the strength of his body however let him be fashionable as well in his habit as behaviour let him be rather lean than fat his Hair long and curling upon his shoulders his Neck short and free with a Breast velveted with short hair his Shoulders Reinsand Buttocks large and brawnie These are the exactnesses of Perfection required in both Sexes but because all persons are not both to be accomplished therefore as well Men as Women must be content with their fortune However when a Man first goes about to court a Mistriss let her be such a one as to his fancy may seem to excell all other Women She must be the Only person agreeable and pleasing to her Lover or else his Courtship will be only dis●●mulation Being thus fix'd upon his choice the Wooer is next ●o observe the Disposition of his Mistriss that he may ●he better be able to frame himself to please her humour wherein great care must be taken as to two ●hings Complyance and Double-diligence Complyance ●equires a most dutifull respect and obedience to her Will. Whatever she says or commands there must 〈◊〉 no contradiction If she will have red to be green 〈◊〉 let it be if she will have blew to be black it must 〈◊〉 so However he must not be a faint-hearted Woer neither Let him have a good opinion of ●imself and believe their is no Virgin in the World that can get the force of his Courtship and that he ●as no more to doe but to spread his Net and the bird will be taken For you may as soon believe that the Birds will leave chattering in the Spring or that Grashoppers will cease to sing in Summer as that a ●rightly Virgin will refuse the Courtship of a handlime person and a smooth tongue for stol'n Sweets 〈◊〉 as gratefull to VVomen as to Men at all times ●●ly it is convenient that the Men should ask the Question first VVomen being suppos'd to be the more ●odest Observe that the first Visits are con●m'd in the mute language of the Eye and the dis●urses only of sighs and amorous glances which are ●ot so insignificant but that the age of fourteen un●erstands the meaning of them to a Miracle and the ●an shall soon find that he is understood by the ●●shes in his Mistresses Cheeks when he casts his Eye ●pon her For there is no Beauty without a flame ●or any flame without a fire and as the Song says If Modesty it self appear With Blushes in her Face The Blood that dances there Must revel in some other place But let a Man be as confident of his Parts as he pleases 't is good to have an Interest in his Mistresses Chamber and an Instrument near her Elbow to which end no person so fit as the Maid that combs her Hair in a Morning to speak in his praise and to take all opportunities to tell her Mistress the greatness of his affection and to win the young Virgin to have pity upon her Lovers languishing condition He that courts a young Widow may doe well to enquire out his Mistresses Confident and besure to make fair weather with her 't is a never-failing way for such carry a great stroak in Love affairs whether it be for the better or for the worse These are outward helps but as to personal advantages there is a greater