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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

be For when it is night in the barn tumbles he We throw down no Altar Nor ever do falter So much as to change a Gold chain for a halter Though some men do flout us And others do doubt us We commonly bear forty pieces about us But many good fellows are fine and look fiercer That owe for their cloaths to their Taylor and Mercer And if from the Stocks I can keep out my feet I fear not the Compter Kings-bench nor the Fleet. Sometimes I do frame My self to be lame And when a Coach comes I do hop to my game We seldom miscarry Or ever do marry By the Gowns Common-Prayer or Cloak Directory But Simon and Susan like birds of a feather They kiss and they laugh and so lie down together Like Pigs in the Pease-straw intangled they lie Till there they beget such a bold Regue as I. Song 257. I Dream'd we both were in a bed Of Roses almost smoothered But then I heard thy sweet breath say Faults done by night will blush by day I kiss thee panting and I call The night to record that was all But ah if empty dreams so please Loye give me more such nights as these Song 258. GO treacherous hopes by whose uncertain fire I cherish my tyrannical desire Love is a more uncertain ghess than care And my fate 's such That will cost as much To love as to despair 'T is true our lives are but a long disease Made up with real care and seeming ease Ye Gods that such uncertain favours give Oh tell me why It is so hard to die And such a task to live Song 259. WWhy should we boast of Arthur and his Knights Knowing how many men have performed fights Or why should we speak of Sir Lancelot du Lake Or Sir Tristram du Leon who fought for Ladies sake Read old Stories and there you shall see How St. George St. George he made the Dragon flee St. George he was for England St. Dennis was for France Sing Hony soit qui mal y pense To speak of the Monarchs it were too long to tell And likewise of the Romans how far they ●id excel Hannibal and Scipio they many a field did fight Orlando Furioso he was a valiant Knight Romulus and Rhemus were those that Rome did build But St. George St. George the Dragon he hath kill'd St. George c. Iephtha and Gideon they led their men to fight The Gibbonites and Ammonites they put them all to slight Hercules's valour was in the Vale of Basse And Sampson slew a thousand with the Jaw-bone of an Ass And when that he was blinde pull'd the Temple to the ground But St. George St. George the Dragon did confound St. George c. Valentine and Orson they came of Pepius blood Alfrid and Aldricus they were brave Knights and good The four sons of Ammon that fought with Charlemain Sir Hugh de Boudeaux and Godfrey de Bullaigne These were all French Knights the Pagans did convert But St. George St. George pull'd out the Dragons heart St. George c. Henry the fi●th he conquered all France He quartered their Armies honour to advance He raced their Walls and pull'd their Cities down And he garnish'd his Land with a double triple Crown He thumped the French and after home he came But St. George St. George he made the Dragon tame St. George c. St. David you know loves Le●ks and toasted Cheese And Iasan was the man brough● home the golden Fleece And Patrick you know he was St. Georges boy S●ven years he kept his Horse and then stole him away For which knavish Act a slave he doth remain But St. George St. George the Dragon he hath slain St. George c. Tamberlain the Emperour in Iron Cage did Crown With his bloody slag display●d before the Town Scanderbeg magnanimous Mahomets Ba●haw did dread Whose victorious bones were worn when he was dead His Beglerbegs his corn-like-dregs 〈◊〉 astriot he was call'd But St. George St. George the Dragon he hath mauld St. George c. Ottoman the Tartar he came of Persia's Race The great Mogul with his chest so full of Cloves and Mace The Grecian youth Bucephalus he madly did bestride But these with their Worthies Nine St. George did them deride Gustavus Adolphus was Sweedlands warlike King But St. George St. George pull'd forth the Dragons Sting St. George c. Pendragon and Cadwallader of brittish blood 〈…〉 oast Though Iohn of Gaunt his foes did daunt St. George shall rule the roast Agamemnon and Cleomedon and Macedon did feats But compared to our Champion they are but meerly cheats Brave Malta Knights in Turkish fights their brandish Swords outdrew But St. George met the Dragon and ran him through and through St. George c. Bidia the Amazon Porteus overth●ew As fierce as any Vandal Goth Sarazen or Iew The potent Holofernes as he lay on his bed In came wise Iudith and subtly stole his head Brave Cyclops stout with Iove he fought although he showr'd down thunder But St. George kill'd the Dragon and is not that a wonder St. George c. Marke Anthony I le warrant you plaid feats with Egypts Queen Sr. Eglemore that valiant Knight the like was never seen Grim Gorgons might was known in fight Old ●evis most men frighted The Myrmidons and Prester Iohns why were not these men Knighted Brave Spinola took Bredah Nassaw did it recover But St. George met the Dragon and turn'd him o're and over St. George he was for England St. Dennis was for France Sing Hony ●eit qui mal y pense Song 260. SWift as the feet of Leda I Will to Olymphus flowred bosom slye And there lie quaffing in mortallity Who tastes such sweets those hearts can never die The Cyprus Queen's not half so fair Beautie her self can't with my Love compare She doth impale all things the Gods count rare Come vy with her what Sublunary dare Her Neck 's a tower of Snow her head A Rosie Globe with curling Amber spread Whose darts are able to amase the dead And make them leap from their cold shady Bed When she first opes her cased Eyes You 'd swear two Suns at once broke through the skies Or that they were bright Lamps of Paradice The sawcy Gazer on those splendor dies Her Ivory Brows a Throne erect To arbitrate betwixt each Lovers Sect Her footstool with majestick Arch is deckt It frowns to death Loves wanton Heretick Descending hence a little grows A lovely Gnomon rustick call'd the Nose Each side two blushing Hemisphere's disclose Where th' Lilly's youthful Bridal with the Ros● Her lips like Gates of Rubies show And opens where two Sets of Pearl doth grow In Corral Sockets bending like a Bow Whose worth the Lapidaries do not know Hence breaks a Voice such harmony Is able to transform a Deity And cause the dead to live the living die Orpheu● and Amphion at it mute doth lie Have you not seen at Sacrifices How