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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A80038	The card of courtship or the language of love; fitted to the humours of all degrees, sexes, and conditions. Made up of all sorts of curious and ingenious dialogues, pithy and pleasant discourses, eloquent and winning letters, delicious songs and sonnets, fine fancies, harmonious odes, sweet rhapsodies.	Musophilus.	1653 (1653)	Wing C489; Thomason E1308_2; ESTC R13318	76,907	193

thee I beg some help to have In thee it lies to kill or save The dying Lover NOw that Boreas with his cold Doth this County round infold And his Isicles displaies Whilst the verdure green he slayes I must end my life ere long With a sad and mournsul song Now that more then cruel pain Makes my hopes to be but vain And that love makes me distil Salt tears signes of my kind will Needs now must my lives term end Unto the heavens to ascend Now that such is my sad care That I 'm droven to dispaire That cross Fates me strive to greive Why shòuld I desire to live Better 't is to dye then still Follow us what works more ill Now that sighs and sobs and teares The subject of my verses bears And whilst this plague usurps my heart I 'll try if I can make it smart By a death that one day may Make me victor every way Now that skies with lightning blast Force my pleasures not to last And that the sun no more doth shine I must yeild to tempest Time Loyally I lay me down And go willing to my Tomb. Now that cold and chilly fear Still doth dog me everywhere Seek I must by cruelty For to end my misery For an end to every thing Gentle death none else doth bring Now that burning fire o'r-bright Hath my sense consumed quite Leaving nought with me but groanes Thus I do rid all at once The Lover to his Mistress LUckloss and lucky both at once am I With fear and hope I tremble as a reed Luckless by beauty thine by destiny Lucky because I am thy slave indeed For then thy face there 's nothing is more faire Then thy sweet eyes nought more divine or rare One while I hope another while I fear Nor can there any thing my fancy please It grieves me to see the heavens though clear So much I doubt thy favour to displease Then thy fair face there 's nothing is more fair Then thy sweet eyes nought more divine or rare The united Lovers WHo ever saw so faire a sight Love and Vertue met aright And that wonder Constancy Like a comet to the eye Sound aloud so rare a thing That all the Hills and Vales may ring Look lovers look with passion see If that any such there be As there cannot but be such Who do feel this noble touch Sound aloud so rare a thing That all the hills and vales do ring The Lover to his Mistress upon her apparelling her self in black SInce that thou hast victory Ore my dearest liberty Why with black that form of thine Dost thou cloath so rich and fine If thou wear'st it for to witness As a friend my sad distress Happy I since for my sake Thou the colour sad dost take Sweet my life content be thou That this black weed I bear now Hapless was my life and so Sad my life i' th' end should show To me these sad cloaths alone Appertain as signes of mone Nature in one body ne'r Black and white at once doth bear From my black all hate be wide With which I my crosses hide He that in despair doth rest Black doth bear for colour best Cruel this not colour 's thine Since thine eyes bright and divine Sacred as the hallowed day Chase the gloomy night away My heart wounded thou dost make The habit of a conquerour take And let me alone with this Since my fitting colour ' t is Live thou in eternal glory While I dye as desp'rate sory Whilst this dye thou put'st on thee Thou depriv'st of comfort me Change then this same weed of dole Fit for a departing soul Give to me the colour black With it the flitting Ghosts to track The forsaken Lovers complaint 1 UNto the soundless vaults of hell below I 'll with my greifes remediless amaine Whilst frighted Ghosts as pitiful shall show And flinty rocks remorse take of my paine Yea death it self my bitter paines shall know To witness that my life in hell hath lame For Lovers true can never dye indeed Whose loyal hearts a heavenly fire doth feed 2 My body laid along within my grave Shall show its tears its torment and its love And for my mind did never change nor wave Far brighter then the sun the same shall prove By me my Ladies picture I will have Which though being dead afresh will make me love Like to the fire in ashes covered Which though it show no flame yet is not dead 3 Love is not tam'd by death but still doth live Although that life doth flit and pass away Then Lady think not though by death thou grieve My body that thou love canst make decay As long as fancy doth by beauty drive Into my soul no this will ' bide for aye Within my heart the beauty printed is Love in my Tombe to harbour will not miss 4 Thinkst thou I 'll leave to love thee being dead When thy faire portraicture revives my sight Voices from Tombs they say have some men lead Restoring them unto their senses right Then how much more ought love be honoured Whom then the greatest Gods is more of might Then think not when my corps bury'd you see That from thy love as thou wouldst I am free 5 List to my monument and thou shalt hear How I will sigh for without soul thy fire Shall hold me up whilst living I appear Being dead as 'fore my death I did desire Nor deadly pangs thereof will I once fear Nor part from thee as thou wouldst fain require For in thy life so cruel th' hast not been But in my death as loyal I 'll be seen 6 Yet is my fortune better far then thine For without breach of saith as thou hast done I shall have leave to plaine those Ills of mine Thou thinkst in killing me a martyrdome More tedious then before me to assigne But th' art deceiv'd a wrong race hast thou run For whilst I liv'd thy rigour was my bane But being dead I am freed from my pain The despairing Lover ELsewhere declare Thy wosul care And leave the skies Thy wosul plaints Thy heart that taints They do despise See they look red With rage o'respread And horror too 'T is they in griefe Without reliefe That us undoo He is a sot That thinketh not That from that place Through destiny Most wretchedly Comes our disgrace Then better 't is For death to wish And end our daies Then still in strife Lead such a life So plagu'd alwaies For death 's our friend When he doth end Our bitter smart And through the same Doth rid our paine With his keen dart A Knell GOme list and hark The bell doth toul For some but new Departing soul And was not that Some ominous fowle The Bat the Night Crow or Skreech-owle To these I hear The wild wolfe howle In this black night That seems to scowle All these my black Book shall inrowle For hark still still The bell doth towl For some but now

first moving eyes How great 's the Symphonie of love But 't is the destinie Will not so far my pray'rs approve To bring you hither here Is a true heaven and Elizium there Song 20. LOose your lids unhappy eyes From the sight of such a change Love hath learned to despise Self-conceit hath made him strange Inward now his sight he turneth With himself in love he burneth If abroad he beauty spie As by chance he looks abroad Or it is wrought by his eye Or forc'd out by Painters fraud Save himself none fair he deemeth That himself too much esteemeth Coy disdain hath kindness place Kindness forc'd to hide his head True desire is counted base Hope with hope is hardly fed Love is thought a fury needless He that hath it shall dye speedless Then mine eyes why gaze you so Beauty scornes the tears you shed Death you seek to end my woe O that I of death were sped But with love hath death conspired To kill none whom Love hath fired Sonnet XII LEt the silence of the night At my will her duty show Harken to me every wight Or be still or speak but low Let no watching dog with spight Bark at any to or fro Nor the Cock of Titan bright The foreteller once to crow Let no prying Goose excite All the Flock to squeak a-vow Let the windes retain their might Or a little while not blow Whil'st all eares I do invite To hear the Ditty I bestow In the which I nill recite Her deserts which ever grow Nor her beauties so bedight Fairer then the Rose or snow Nor her vertues exquisite Which no man deserves to know For into Seas infinite With a small Bark it were to go I will onely sing and write In what miseries I flow That in sorrows I delight Praising Love's all-conqu'ring bow Wishing to eternal night To end my sorrows I might go Song 22. THine eyes so bright Bereft my sight When first I view'd thy face So now my light Is turn'd to night I stray from place to place Then guide me of thy kindness And I will bless my blindness Sonnet XIII NOw do the birds in their warbling words Welcome the year With sugred notes they chimup through their throtes To win a Phear Sweetly they breathe the wanton love That Nature in them warms And each to gain a mate doth prove With sweet inchanting charms He sweetly sings and stays the nimble wings Of her in the aire She hov'ring stays to hear his loving lays Which wooe her ther. She becomes willing hears him woo Gives ear unto his song And doth as Nature taught her do Yeelds su'd unto not long But my Dear stays she feeds me with delays Hears not my mone She knows the smart in time will kill my heart To live alone Learn of the birds to chuse thee a Phear But not like them to range Have they their mate but for a year Yet let us never change Song 23. A Riddle I Saw a hill upon a day Lift up above the air Which watered with blood alway And tilled with great care Herbs it brought forth Of mickle worth Pulling a handful from that ridge And touching but the same Which leaving neer unto a bridge Doth cause much sport and game A thing scarce of belief Lamenting without grief Sonnet XIIII IN heav'n the blessed Angels have their being In hell the Fiends appointed to damnation To men and beasts earth yeilds firm habitation The wing'd Musitians in the aire are fleeing With fins the people gliding Of water have th' enjoyning In fire all else destroying The Salamander findes a strange abiding But I O wretch since I did first aspire To love a beauty beauties all excelling Have my strange adverse dwelling In heaven hell earth water aire and fire Song 25. Loves Labyrinth to Mistress Mary Loe. LOvers do make themselves like conquer'd slaves Sometimes themselves most valiant they do fain Sometimes great Lords with many other braves Sometimes throwne down and vanquished again Their wounds their joys their pains their pleasures make And happy comfort in their prisons take A thousand times they curse their hapless stars Despising life and happy death Implore Yet in the end so valiant in those wars Of life and death and other passions more That thousand deaths they say they pass and try And yet they never make an end to dye They give They gain They heal They wound They ply Their soul Their life Their harms Their hearts Their tears They joy They live They burn They plain They dy With hap With hope With heat With griefe With fears And so in all their lives and what they say There is a strange confusion every day Epithalamium Or A nuptial-song LEet now each field with flowers be painted Of sundry colours sweetest odours glowing Roses yeild forth your smell so finely tainted Calm windes the green leaves move with gentle blowing The Christal rivers flowing With waters be increased And since each one from sorrow now hath ceased From mournful plaints and sadness Ring forth fair Nimphs your joyful songs for gladness Of that ' sweet joy delight you with such measure Between you both fair issue to ingender Longer then Nestor may you live in pleasure The Gods to you such sweet content surrender That may make milde and tender The Beasts in every mountain And glad the fields and woods and every fountain A bjuring former sadness Ring forth fair Nymphs your joyful songs for gladness Let amorous birds with sweetest notes delight you Let gentle winds refresh you with their blowing Let Ceres with her best of goods requite you And Flora deck the ground where you are going Roses and Lilies strowing The Jasmine and the Gillow-flower With many more and never in your bower Taste of houshold-sadness Ring forth fair Nymgps your joyful songs for gladness Sonnet XV. ANother Cupid raigns within my brest Then Venus son that blind and frantick boy Divers his work intent and interest His fashions sports his pleasures and his joy No sleights deceits nor woes he doth inspire He burns not like to that unseemly fire From Reason Will cannot my love entice Since that it is not pleased in this vice Song 26. In praise of the Country-life to my noble friend Mr. Jennings AMbition here no snares nor nets regards Nor Avarice for Crowns doth lay her baits The people here aspire not to etates Nor hunger after favours and rewards From guile and fraud and passions as we see Their hearts are ever free Their faith 's not vain Both good and plain Their malice small They just to all Which makes them live in joy and quiet peace And in a mean sufficient for their ease Sonnet XVI ONce early as the ruddy bashful morn Did leave Apollo's Purple-streaming bed And did with Scarlet-streams the East adorn I unto my dear Mistress chamber sped She Goddess-like stood kombing of her hair Which like a sable veil did cloathe her round Her Iv'ry Komb was white her hand more fair

do testifie the least unto me and that by reason of my affection but I chuse rather to be little obedient to them to be the more faithful to you Live you then in this assurance if you will not that I die and become assured likewise that my life shall sooner be extinct then that fair flame that dayly does consume it Divine Mistress your humble creature happy to serve you A. S. A Maid or Widow having afforded her Suiter a final answer perhaps contemned and affronted him may upon change of thoughts seek toregain his love thus Worthy Sir IF there be no greater Cor'sive unto the mind of one then that which forceth us despight of our selves to seek to those whom we have before and that without just cause notoriously offended then certainly am I the most wretched creature living for as now there is no means left for me to escape from ruine but onely by thy help sweet friend alone who hast more reason to wish my overthrow then my good fortune or health any way at all in that thou hast found such extream and barbarous discourtefie in me Nevertheless if thygenerous and gentle mind cannot feel this injury done unto thee by a silly Maid then I beseech thee think no more upon my offence but burying it deep under thy feet do that for my sake which the bearer hereof shall make thee privy to and then shalt thou quickly perceive what great satisfaction I will make thee for my fault committed granting unto thee that which thou shalt most desire Give credit unto this Messenger assuring thy self that I am Thine most obliged M. L. A Captain Colonel or common Souldier falling in love with some gentlewoman thus manifests his passions Fair gentlewoman IF it be an irrevocable doom that men be they never so valiant or couragious shall be subject unto a braver and more livelier force then their owne I hope you will not marvel overmuch that I humbly yeild to your divine graces and as a captive your to beauty prostrate my self a prisoner at your feet But as mortal men deserve no countenance from the heavens until they have by many proofs testified their faithful and dutious service towards them so I will not presume to importune you to affect me at all much less to yeild me any guerdon for my paines until that by my dutious service I show my self in some part worthy your gratious smiles Mine onely request to you is that it would please you to have me in your lively remembrance and not to entertaine another as your loyal Servant before you shall have just occasion to discard and give me over for as no doubt it will be little pleasing unto you hereafter to repent you that you have made a worse choice then of my self so it will be far more bitter unto me then a most desperate death to be discharged from serving her whom I love more then my owne heart and cherish more then my owne life yea then my owne soul which is now wholly yours seeing that he that is the owner of the same is the inviolable slave to your incomparable self A. R. LETTERS in Verse With other curious Conceits and fine Fancies To the Reader Behold Apollo doth invite thee Yet a third time to delight thee A pleasant Tempe planted well With Flowers of odoriferous smell In the midst whereof do chill Aganippe waters drill The Muses whose sweet melody Drawes Jove down from the arched Sky Charm Pluto's self and all the Fiends To heaven climbes to hell descends Hand in hand now in a Ring Invite thee for to hear them sing Enter and take thy free delight And ' cause perhaps thy Appetite Cannot with one dish sated be I give thee here Varietie The Lover being forced from his Mistress presence Mistress BAnisht from you I charg'd the nimble wind My unseen messenger to speak my mind In am'rous whispers to you but my Muse Lest the unruly spirit should abuse The trust repos'd in him said it was due To her alone to sing my love to you Hear her then speak bright Lady from whose eye Shot lightning to his heart who joys to dye A Martyr in your flames O let your love Be great and firm as his then nought shall move Your setled faiths that both may grow together Or if by Fate divided both may wither Be constant as y' are faire for I foresee A glorious Triumph waits o' th' victorie Your love will purchase shewing us to prize A true content there onely love hath eyes Divine Lady yours more then his owne c. The Lover being anxious of his Mistress constancy Faire SWeet if you like and love me still And yeild me love for my good will And do not from your promise start When your fair hand gave me your heart If dear to you I be As you are dear to me Then your I am and will be ever Nor time nor place my love shall sever But faithful still I will persever Like the constant marble-stone Loving but you alone But if you favour more then me Who loves thee still and none but thee If others do the harvest gaine That 's due to me for all my paine If that you love to range And often for to change Then get you some new-fangled mate My doating love shall turne to hate Esteeming you though too too late Not worth a pebble-stone Loving not me alone The Lover being transported in his fancy complements in an high stile with his Mistress FOrsake with me the earth my fair And travel nimbly through the aire Till we have reacht th' admiring skies Then lend sight to those heav'nly eyes Which blind themselves make creatures see And taking view of all When we Shall find a pure and glorious sphere We 'll fix like stars for ever there Nor will we still each other view We 'll gaze on lesser stars then you See how by their weak influence they The strongest of mens actions sway In an inferiour orbe below We 'll see Calipso loosely throw Her hair abroad as she did weare The self-same beauty in a Beare As when she a cold Virgin stood And yet inflam'd Joves lustful blood Then look on Leda whose faire beams By their reflection gild those streams Where first unhappy she began To play the wanton with a Swan If each of these loose beauties are Transform'd to a more beautious star By the adulterous lust of Jove Why should not we by purer love Life of my life a devoted servant to your excellent perfections c. Dearest Let one griefe harme us Let one joy fill us Let one love warme us Let one death kill us A Maid or widow returnes this merry answer to her hot Lover whom she affect not I See thee gentle Franke most merry Though firm thy faith and sound as berry Love gave me joy and fortune gave it As my desire could wish to have it What didst thou wish tell me sweet lover Whereby thou mightst such joy recover

your pastures and come neer me Come away you need not fear By my soul as I affect you I have nought that can infect you O then come Hear a tongue That in discord keeps a part With a wo-surcharged heart Ne'r was Swain on plain more loved Or could do more feats then I Yet one griefe hath now removed All my whilome Jollity All my layes be quite forgotten Sheep-hook broken pipe bag rotten O then come Hear a tongue That with flatt'ring speech doth call To take long farewel of all I am not as once I was When my Chloris first did suite me Nor when that same red-hair'd Lass Fair Bellina did invite me To a garden there to play Cull kiss clip and toy all day O then come Hear a tongue That in wooing termes was flowing But through wo hath spoyl'd his wooing All I can or will desire you When my breath of life is spent That in love you would inter me For it will my soul content Near unto my Father herse And bestow some comely verse On my Tombe Then my tongue Shall throb out this last adieu Ne'r were truer Swain then you A Dialogue between two Lovers Question WEre ever chaste and honest hearts Expos'd unto so great distresses Answer Yes they that have the worthiest parts Most commonly have worst successes Great fortunes follow not the best It 's Vertue that is most distrest Then Fortune why do we admire The glory of thy great excesses Since by thee what men acquire Thy works and not their worths expresses Nor dost thou raise them for their good But t' have their ills more understood The Authors suit to Cupid I Will not love I love to rest Cupid is an ungentle guest Except without his weapon's he Will lodge in my tyr'd Phantasie Better stand the shock of thunder Which cleaves hardest Rocks in sunder Then oppose the sturdy blow When the blind Boy bends his Bow Prethee Cupid cease to smile 'T is a courtship base and vile To laugh and stab unto the heart I will praise thee and thy dart While at others thou dost throw it I love to hear on 't not to know it A Salyrical Description of Love LOve is of man the fatal rock On which his ship of ease doth knock And splits him with the sturdy shock He never yet felt any pain That hath not known the lovers vain Whose greatest griefe is greatest gain No Ill so nigh the heart doth sit As doth this fierce tormenting fit Death is more pleasing far then it Our souls with hope it doth torment Whilst nought but massacres are sent To dye is better far content Love then most cruel void of grace Ought to be curst in every place No God but Devil in this case The Changes Or all think not of love alike Worthi's hee the bright of day Who doth loyal love obey CVpid onely I do love Him I worship still above Happi's he that by the same Wisdome to himself doth gain Worthi's he the bright of day Who doth loyal love obey O how sweet is that warm fire Which our hearts heats with desire To our souls no sweetness is Halfe so dulcet as is this Worthi's he c. Blessed love without all crime Two souls pleaseth at one time Then doth love his lover right When his love he doth requite Worthi's he c. Of two souls he makes but one In two bodies all alone Love more happy cannot bee Then when we loving couples see Worthi's he c. Pleasure none upon the ground Like to love is to be found Pleasures pass as transitory Love doth still remain in glory Worthi's he c. The answer being a contradiction of the former assertion Worthy is he of dark night That in Cupid doth delight NOthing in this world can be Sweeter then our libertie Which love often takes away And then all our joyes decay Worthy is he of dark night That in Cupid doth delight Love doth never sorrow miss Who grieves male-contented is But love thus doth Lovers sting Doth not love then sorrow bring Worthi's he c. Who that soul hath ere seen eas'd Upon whom fierce love hath ceaz'd The Mistress and the Servant both Oft through love their lives do loath Worthi's he c. Gods from heaven have chas'd and sent This vile Boy us to torment Nor are we him to indure That such plagues doth us procure Worthi's he c. Then most wretched him I deem That of this blind Boy doth esteem Worser plague there 's not of Ills That consumes still yet ne'er kills Worthy is he of dark night That in Cupid takes delight A Farewel to Love To my most courteous Friend Mr. John Phillipson Love fare thee well live will I now Quiet amongst the green-wood bow ILl betide him that love seeks He shall live but with lean cheeks He that fondly falls in love A slave still to griefe shall prove Love fare thee well live will I now Quiet amongst the green-wood bow What an Ass and fool is he That may and yet will not go free I can love her that is fair But so as if I grasp'd the aire Love fare thee well c. I like not these Dames so smooth As would have men court and love For as constant I them find As the Sea is or the wind Love fare thee well c. Once I lov'd one that was kind But she did what pleas'd her mind Better 't is ne'r to be born Then live as anothers scorn Love fare thee well c. To lovers what good doth the Sun If by his beams they be undon Love 's as bitter as is Rue Blest are those that ne'er it knew Love fare thee well c. A fond Lover doth not merit Name or fame of man t' inherit Since he is foe to his own health And huggs diseases as his wealth Love fare thee well live will I now Quiet amongst the green-wood bow A Rhapsody Now must the Gods above And all the heavens that move Of my Mistress praises sing Such as through the earth may ring Now must we frame chaplets fine And with the Lawrel green combine The fruitful Olive that our haire May yeild a persume through the aire My Love maist thou alwaies flourish Although my self do die and perish To the same If nothing faire I see but what 's thy face If thy bright look is loadstone to my eyes If thy rare parts as blessings I embrace Have I not reason then in dutious wise Thy gracious self for to implore Since thee a Goddess I adore He that finds salve to cure him of his griefe By a fair hand of that shall he not make Account when he thereby may get reliefe Whereby his sickness from him he may shake The wounded Deer to herbs doth go Love wounds us love must cure our wo. So then in this my worse then captive state These lines I offer to thy deity Not doubting but though hapless be my fate I from my self shall find some remedy Of