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Gallantry a-la-mode a satyrical, in III parts, representing the vanities of several humours of this present age.
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1674
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Wing G176; ESTC R9080
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Despair is double Misery If her yourt Art cannot command My towring Hopes are built on Sand. Where Vertue has Foundation lay'd Honour 's not easily betray'd Both are by her possest I fear And spight of us will still dwell there If Cost can gain't or Diligence I 'le ne'r grudge Labour nor Expence ' Horses and Coach I 'le get though they Run me and my Estate away I always hate to be confin'd My Love 's as boundless as my Mind Oaths are in fashion as Cloaths are And graceful some think 't is to swear My Life for Phillis I would stake But Oaths of Marriage none will make He that thus thinks his Miss to win Makes mortal of a venial Sin With help of Stratagem or Art I 'le ne'r refuse to act my part If possible I 'le gain her Heart Then promise Marriage with a lye Ten Thousand Deaths I 'le sooner dye By this Discourse said she will you Force me Fool like to tell what'â— true I know not how you 'l act your part But little of a Womans Heart I 'm sure as yet you understand And therefore well may be trapan'â— Our Resolutions scarce will hold Longer then Ice a Minute old And vvhat you vvell may much admire We shun that most vve most desire And vvhen in this believ'd vve be Lord hovv we curse Credulity No Burthen need we more upon Our selves then we our selves lay on When Heart must grant and Tongue deny Who can expect less Misery Though some will blame the Ages vice 'T is Disâ—ontent has made them nice Vexation of some Chance they mist Makes them in spight thus still persist Others as free as Day you 'l sind Provided they the Worlds Eye blind They 'l not be vertuous when they know 'T will serve their turn if but thought so And seeming Vertue with the best Is made a Cloak to hide the rest So have I known a pure Saint-breeder Send for some fat and strong Flockfeeder They both pretending Reformation From edifying Assignation But still preparing to Devotion Flesh and Blood raise a Commotion And from the Vse of Consoâ—ation They strait address to Procreation Then she once smitten Hip and Thigh Religion drowns in Lechery Of that she takes a hasty meal But shows in this more active Zeal Worst Actions have the best Pretence All know that Reason know or Sense He that Affairs best mannage can You will account the craftiest Man So her the wisest reckon we That those things carries secretly I partly guess at Phillis Mind 'T is not Disdam makes her unkind The Reason she doth it oppose Is Fear lâ—st that you should disclose And those in whom rests such a Fear Always the faithful'st Misses are She that once Custom has made bold At every offer 's bought and sold Fops Guinny's her decoys away And likes him best that best doth pay But grant Phil's Cause is real good Yet still she 's made of Flesh and Blood Such pregnant Symptoms leave a scope Whereon to build a future Hope I do not doubt my new Design Her very Thoughts will undermine Your Courtship first shall cause Desire And leave me to blow up the Fire Maugre resistance then my Charms Shall make you triumph in her Arms. Thus have I shewn our female State But e'r that I my â—lot relate Since I have been to you so free Return the like Civility Would you have me said I confess Our Sexeâ— Faults are little less Or what is Truth would have me speak Though Vertue 's strong our Flesh is weak Who e'r will search may soon descry In us as much Hypocrisie Who could imagine one whose Age Loves scorching Calenture might swage Should ev'ry Day prodigious grow As if compos'd of burning Snow And yet none more gainst Lust declaims And Youths Exorbitances blames Or strains Hyperboles to praise When he was young those happy days Forgets that then like him were such Whose Tinder fir'd at ev'ry touch Yet thus his Thoughts will busied be When he himself 's the Prodigie Himself he had much better take And 's Admirations Object make Why that his Palsie Ptissick Gout Want strength to keep that Devil out Or curse Dame Nature ' cause she sent The Plague Desire toth ' impotent Of this old Torch I 've said enough Now let him g'out in smoak and snuff To tell shall be my next Design The Humours of two Friends of mine One had a Miss I think but few The like Accomplishments could shew As she or had far Countries known None more and more had made their own Did you affect the Air of France Strait her Discourse was all Romance Spanish Reserv'dness would you see As soon she 'd change to Gravity Wish'd you for High-Dutch Low-Dutch way The German Princess she could play Italian glance nor did she want But for displeasing her Gallant Oh Cath'lick Miss that had'st a Dart For French Dutch Spanish English Heart Should'st now to such Disaster come To find Italian here at Home One an Italian might outvie In raging restless Jealousie None more in vain did Passion spend Suspecting most his dearest Friend To steer a course it was my Fate Betwixt his Anger and his Hate And he no Cause had for the same But that I his Distrust did blame So Princes always look askew On Those that tell them what is true But now 't is time to let him pass Though jealous yet my Friend he was As none more faithful was than She So none deserv'd her less than He. My other Friend a Mistress had One drown'd in Sorrow could make glad A Miss for Beauty such a Queen Mine Eyes 'fore Phillis ne'r had seen Whose Visage charming features deckt From Tyrants would have forc't respect Features Proportion may give Law And her Apelles well might draw For â—enus as in Shape so she In Actions ap'd that Deity Once 't was my happiness to be In his and her good Company Where I did such Reception find As answer'd to his courteous mind The Ceremony of Salute Pasâ— o're her Beauty made me mute When he the reason askt why I Shew'd Silence ' stead of Jollity As soon as I from that blest pain My scatter'd Sences could regain And those Obstructions were dismist By Beauty now turn'd Exorcist As the same Wind does light restore To Taper ravisht just before Or Mother charming to prevent Restores him she made impotent I said no wonder I 'm confin'd Silence the language of the mind Such Excellence can best express Where Words would rather make it less The meanest Beauty Nature made May be set off by such a Shade When she did this perfection pay Design'd its praise no Nat'ral way Thus I his Miss did represent When he resolv'd in Complement Not to be outvy'd said since you Something in her to like make shew Be free I give you liberty As far as with Civility Then on her Lips the Common-wealth Of Beauty he begins a Health Makes me with him partaker be Of balmy Sweets Love's Chimistry Each