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A52865	The New academy of complements erected for ladies, gentlewomen, courtiers, gentlemen, scholars, souldiers, citizens, country-men, and all persons, of what degree soever, of both sexes : stored with variety of courtly and civil complements, eloquent letters of love and friendship : with an exact collection of the newest and choicest songs à la mode, both amorous and jovial / compiled by the most refined wits of this age.	Dorset, Charles Sackville, Earl of, 1638?-1706.; Sedley, Charles, Sir, 1639?-1701.; D'Avenant, William, Sir, 1606-1668.	1669 (1669)	Wing N529; ESTC R20160	138,272	292

time of solitude that my heart bade it most freely welcome for your lines did not onely pleasure me but engage me insomuch that I am hugely desirous to have more such Visitants after they have taken leave of onely your hand for by those marks I shall be able to give a shrewd guess at your condition whether in health or not Since then it will be such a satisfaction to me to hear from you I beg of you to engage me once more that I may use my endeavors to contribute somewhat to your content for it is the chiefest aspiring hopes of Sir Your eternal Friend 25. A Gentlemen to his Lady whom he fears would make a New Choice Dear Soul WHat Melody can be sweeter Musick than the simpathizing of our Loves I am not able to divine and am apt to believe the point may puzzle your wit although it be a pregnant one Then since at least I esteem my self in Paradise whilest I am in your favour wherefore Oh wherefore doth report whisper to me that you whom I ever took to be firm as truth should now begin to waver in your thoughts to me Dear Heart let me not be forgotten in a moment let not me whom your Beauty and your Vertues have ravished with admiration become so vainly expensive of my time as to loose that Jewel dear to me as my life I will not nor dare I believe you can be so unkinde but shall hereafter tell the erring world you are all goodness and that there are those Ladies even in this our age that will not forget their Vows and know how to be constant in the best or worst of times as well as Most worthy Lady Yours in the bonds of true affection 26. A rich old Gentleman to a fair young Virgin Young Lady LEt not my years be an obstacle to your love since I have those gifts of fortune that will not onely maintain our affections and keep the fire of love in a continual flame but will also afford you all those Ornaments which Art hath designed for the adorning such tender and beautiful Buds of Nature Besides though I come not to you with a powdred Lock or in the mode of a young Gallant yet know my Girl my zeal for you can be as hot and as sincere as the sprucest Pretenders in the world and if age doth make me seem in your apprehension as a withering tree yet I have Gold will keep its colour and it is that which in this world is ones best friend Pray have me in your thoughts and I shall watch for an opportune season wherein I may make my self farther known to be Fairest Lady Your most affectionate Servant The Answer 27. A beautiful young Virgin to a decrepit rich old Gentleman Grave Sir YOu are too far distant from me in years to be admitted into my affections since you are arrived to the pitch of Dotage and I yet ignorant of what is Love However I must do you so much justice as to commend your discretion for fishing with a Golden Bait for believe me next to Beauty I cannot imagine any thing to be more taking among mortals than the glorious name of Wealth I could be content to keep my Coaches my Pages Lackeys and Maids but I confess I could never endure the society of a bald pate How can you think Reverend Sir that I should love you when by the temptations which you offer you clearly manifest your opinion that if I should marry it must be to your Gold rather than to you I confess a Silver Myne is a pretty toy for a thing of my years to dote on but I have a childish humour peculiar to my self that is never to humble my affections so as that they suffer Treasure as a Load-stone to draw them to its beck 'T is true wealth will be wellcome to me to maintain my Train but the Person of that more lovely creature Man will ever be more welcome to a Maids Embraces Can you think me so weak as to exchange the Flower of my Youth for a bundle of Snow or rotten Dirt No Sir Gold with a man is good admirably good but it is Man that in the School of Love passes for the principal Verb for my own part rather than joyn my self to a meer wedge of Gold I shall choose to accept of a bundle of Rags so they have any affinity to a Man Old men are grey Old men are grey I 'm a lusty bonny young Lass And I prithee Old man away By this time good old man you know my minde be wise and wed your self to heaven and I shall thank you if in your death you remember to bequeathe your Gold to Your young Adviser 28. A Letter of Courtesie from Friend to Friend Sir I Have no kindness for this Letter for I heartily wish it lost that you may finde me before it perform the service it was sent for But you may perceive by its contents for they are short that I hope it will not be long ere you make me happy in your company I am the more easily perswaded it will be suddenly since I am informed you are about the Equinoctial of your return to Town and my earnest desire to see you may convince you that I hold you to be as it were a Sun in my Hemisphere My occasions compel me to forsake my usual road of being tedious and must conclude with that real truth of being Sir Yours undivided though at distance 29. One Gentlewoman to another in behalf of a Friend Sir ERe I had so much good fortune as to thank you for your former kindnesses I am opportuned by an honest friend to recommend him to your favor He hath an humble suit to you and as he assures me a very just one and hath omitted other opportunities onely that it might pass your hands Sir if you have any good will left for me pray bestow part of it on him and let the rest plead my excuse for this fresh presumption which if you please to interpret as a desire I have to serve you you will judge aright of Your debtor and humble servant 30. The forsaken Maid to her treacherous Friend Most unkinde Man IT is my exceeding wonder that you should be one to make up the number of those that dare to be wicked Now do I see my folly when I hugg'd you in my bosom and believed those Oaths and Protestations which you have most villanously broke Now can I call to minde the advice my experienced friends gave me never to trust to the pretensious of your Sex Oh! can you see me on my knees with wet and swoln eyes and yet not learn to love me nor hate your self Or have you no regard to that innocent lamb as yet but in my womb which though of a small Volumn yet it is but your self in a lesser Frame if you believe or but think it is not yours let me be ript up and then you will perceive each member

you To Honor to Honor there were nothing due Then would I pay my debt of love In that same Coin In the same Coin which you approve And now you must in friendship take 'T is all the payment I can make Friendship so high that I may say 'T is rather love 'T is rather love with some allay Then rest contented since that I As well my self as you deny And learn of me bravely to bear The loss of what I hold so dear And that which Honor does in me Let my example My example work in thee Song 237. OH the little house that lies under the hill Oh! the little house that lies under the hill There 's Ale and Tobacco and Wenches at will Oh! the little house that lies under the hill Song 238. ON a hill there grows a Flow'r Fair befal the gentle Sweet By that Flow'r there is a Bow'r Where the heav'nly Muses meet In that Bow'r there is a Chair Fringed all about with Gold Where doth sit the fairest Fair Mortal ever did behold It is Phillis fair and bright She that is the Shepherds Joy She that Venus did despight And did blinde her little Boy This is she the wise the rich That the world desires to see 〈◊〉 i● Ipsa quae the which There is none but onely she Who would not this face admire Who would not this Saint adore Who would not this sight desire Though he thought to see no more O fair eyes but let me see One good look and I am gone Look on me for I am he Thy poor filly Coridon Thou that art the shepherds Queen Look upon thy silly swain By thy vertues have been seen Dead men brought to live again Song 239. SInce life 's but short and time amain Flyes on and ne'r looks back again Le ts laugh and sing and merry be And spend our hours in jollity Good wine makes the Pope religiously given And sends all the Monks and little Fryers to heaven Then take a merry glass Fill it just as it was And let no man take it in dudgeon He that makes any stir Is no true drunken Cur Hang him up that is a Curmudgeon 'T was Ioves refreshment when his mind was shrunk With cares to make himself with Nectar drunk So heavenly drunk his brain ran like the sphears Round and made Musick to his ears He 's a Right honest man you may believe what he 'l tell you If he hath a jolly Nose and a beautiful belly Then take a merry glass c. Great Alexander to enflame his heart With courage drank two Gallons and a quart At six go downs and then in Raptures hurld He went and conquer'd all the world Darius lost Persia and the Macedon won it But if he had not been drunk he could never have done it Then take a merry glass c. Song 240. LOve I must tell thee I 'le no longer be A Victim to thy beardless Deity Nor shall this heart of mine Now 't is return'd Be offer'd at thy shrine Nor at thine Altar burn'd Love like Religion 's made an airy name To aw those souls whom want of wit makes tame There 's no such thing as Quiver Shaft or Bow Nor do's Love wound but we imagine so Or if it does perplex And grieve the minde 'T is in the Mase'line Sex Women no sorrow finde 'T is not our Parts or Persons that can move 'em Nor i st mens worth but wealth makes women love ' em Reason not love henceforth shall be my guide Our fellow creatures shan't be deifi'd I 'le now a Rebel be And so pull down The Distaff Hierachy Or Females fancy'd Crown In these unbridled times who would not strive To free his neck from all prerogative Song 241. THe Spring 's coming on and our Spirits begin To retire to their places merrily home ●nd every soul is bound to lay in A new brewing of blood for the year that 's to come They 're Cowards that make it of Clarifi'd whey Or swill with the swine in the Juice of the Grains Give me the Racy Canary to play And the sparkling Renish to vault in my veins Let Doctors go teach our lives are but short And overmuch wine a new death will invite But we 'l be revenged before hand for 't And crown a lives mirth with the space of a night Then stand we about with our glasses full crown'd Whilst ev'ry thing else to their postures doth grow Till our heads and our caps with the houses turn round And the cellars become where the chambers are now Then fill out more wine 't will a sacrifice bring We 'l tipple and fiddle and fuddle all out This night in full Draughts with a health to our King Till we baffle the States and the Sun face about Whose first rising Rays when shot from his throne Shall dash upon faces as red as his own And wonder that mortals can fuddle away More wine in a night than he water in a day Song 242. LOve is a Bubble No man is able To say it is this or 't is that 'T is so full of passions Of sundry fashions 'T is like I cannot tell what 'T is fair in the Cradle 'T is foul in the Saddle 'T is either too cold or too hot An errant Lier Fed by desire It is I and it is not Love is a fellow Clad all in yellow The cankerworm of the minde A privy mischief And such a sly thief As no man is able to finde Love is a wonder 'T is here and 't is yonder As common to one as to moe So great a cheater Every mans better Then hang him and so let him go Song 243. DEar Love let me this ev'ning die Oh smile not to prevent it But use this opportunity Lest we do both repent it Frown quickly then and break my heart So that my way of dying May though my life prove full of smart Be worth the worlds envying Some striving knowledge to refine Consume themselves with thinking And some whose friendship 's seal'd in wine Are kindly kill'd with drinking And some are rack't on Indian coast Thither by gain invited And some in smoke of battle lost Whom drums not lutes delighted Alas how poorly these depart Their graves still unattended Who dies not of a broaken heart In love is not befriended His memory is onely sweet All Praise no pitty moving Who fondly at his mistriss feet Doth die with over-loving And now thou frown'st and now I die My Corps by Lovers follow'd Shall shortly by dead Lovers lie For that ground 's only hallow'd If the priest tak 't ill I have a grave My death not well approving The Poets my estate shall have To teach the Art of loving And now let Lovers ring the Bells For the poor youth departed He which all others else excel's That are not broken-hearted My grave with flowers let Virgins strow But if thy tears fall near them They 'l so excel in scent and show Thy self will shortly wear