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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

Beauty I 'll gaze and of Pleasure complain Whilst every kind look adds a link to my Chain 5. 'T is more to maintain than it was to surprize But her Wit leads in triumph the slaves of her Eyes I beheld with the loss of my freedom before But hearing for ever must serve and adore 6. Too bright is my Goddess her Temple too weak Retire divine Image I feel my heart break Help help I dissolve in a Rapture of Charms At the thought of those Joys I shou'd find in her Arms. The Shepherd's Delight A new Song 1. HOw happy we live while our Flocks we do feed And cheer up our hearts with the Musick o' th' Reed On the Mountains or Plains in the Meads or the Grove We court and we sport and each kisses his Love. Then Garlands of Flowers they make-for his Head That pleases 'em best and the Table is spread On the Laps of the Nymphs and with hourly good cheer We there sit contented devoid of all fear 2. Whilst others that think themselves splendid and great Are toss'd and turmoil'd in the Matters of State No life than a Shepherds more happy can be Who lives in content and from trouble is free Who makes not his Soul a dull slave unto treasure But sings in cool Shades and by streams takes his pleasure Before him the Lambs they do frisk and do play Till home he do's drive 'em at closing of day 3. The Larks in the Morning salutes him with Songs And the rest of the Quire do's fly round him in throngs When steep'd in the Dew that the Night do's refine He 's more plump and jolly than Lads soak'd in Wine The Flow'rs of the Field they contribute their sweet Spread trees are his Canopy shelter from heat And purling soft Waters his Thirst do allay And thus he lives merry as long as the day The Night-Adventure A new Song 1. WHen guilded with her gaudy fires Heav'ns Auzer Canopy appear'd Just when the Sun from us retires And by 't the Indian World is cheer'd Walking abroad to scent the sweet That do s from Earth's great Altar rise In gentle breathings I did meet More bright than Stars / two starry Eyes 2 Plac d in a lower Heaven yet shone More tempting fair than those above Their influence more they made me own As fixed in the sphere of Love. Amaz'd and pleas'd at what I view'd I steer'd long by their beaming Light But like false fires they me delude Vanish and left me loft in night 3 Since which I nightly view the train That on their mystick Movements rowl Ariadne's Crown and Charles's Wain And both the Bears plac'd near the Pole. Bernice's hair Andromache The Virgin Spike and all the rest But cannot find where she shou'd be Who by her Influence rules my breast The Fickle Lover A Song 1. ALL my past life is mine no more The flying hours are gone Like Transitory Dreams giv'n o'er Whose Images are kept in store By Memory alone 2. What-ever is to come is not How can it then be mine The present Moment's all my lot And that as fast as it is got Phillis is wholly thine 3. Then talk not of Inconstancie False Hearts and broken Vows If I by Miracle can be This live-long moment true to thee 'T is all that Fate allows The Good-fellow A Song HAng up Mars and his Wars Give us drink Well Tipple my Lads together Those are slaves fools and knaves That have Chink and must pay For what they say Do or think Good-fellows account for neither Be we round be we square We are happier than they are Whose Dignity works their Ruin He that well the Bowl rears Can baffle his cares And a fig for death and undoing The Amorous Courtier A new Song WHy are my Eyes still flow ing Why do's my Heart thus trembling move When go ing To see the darling Saint I love Ah! she 's my Heavn and in my Eye Love's Dei ty There is no Life what she can give Nor any Death like taking my leave 2. Tell me no more of Glo ry To Court's Ambition I 've resign'd But tell a long long Sto ry Of Coelia s shape her face and mind Speak too of Raptures that wou'd Life destroy To en joy Had I a Diadem Scepter and Ball For that dear Minute I 'd part with 'em all The Loyalist A Song 1. HAppy happy may he Reign That do s now the Scepter sway Our Liberties still to maintain And may his Subjects all obey Let each one strive to merit most In constant Loyalty and Love And may Division be devorc'd And we no more of it approve 2. That each secure beneath his Vine With Peace and Plenty may be blest And never cause have to repine But there supinely take his rest Calm as Summer's noon-tide Air May all our thoughts and actions be Still free from foul distrust and fear Hence forward live in unitie The Daughters Request OH Mother Roger with his Kisses Almost stops my breath I vow He almost gripes my hands to pieces Yet he swears he loves me too Tell me Mother Pray now doo Pray now pray now pray now doo What Roger means when he do's so For ne'er stir I long to know 2. He sets me on his Lap whole hours With eager looks he me devours Kisses me and stroaks my Breast Feels my Thighs and would the rest Tell me Mother pray now doo Pray now pray now pray now doo What Roger means when be do's so For never stir I long to know 3. He gives me Cream and strawberries And always gazes on my Eyes Commends my handsome Leg and Foot And sighs for something I have got Tell me Mother pray now doo Pray now pray now pray now doo What Roger means when be do's so For ne'er stir I long to know Celia Restored to her Empire or The Wandring Shepherd's Return A new Song 1. CElia no more complain The Shepherd shall be kind You shall not sigh in vain Nor grieve unto the Wind. Love mighty Love subdues Monarchs makes Empires yield Conquers him that pursues Gives the pursu'd the field 2 Rise then fair Celia rise See your Returned Swain Who at your Mercy lyes And begs you 'd ease his pain A Rebel to your Charms He never more will be But in your tender Arms Ravish'd with joy will lye 3. Take take then pity now Upon your wand'ring slave Who at your feet do's bow And low your pardon crave Long he defiance holds Against all Nature's Laws If his Heart ne'er new Moulds At such a charming Cause The Conquest of Coyness A Song 1. AS Cloris full of harmless thoughts Beneath the Myrtle lay Kind Love a youthfull Shepherd brought To pass the time away 2. She blush't to be encounter'd so And chid the Amorous Swain But as she Strove to rise and go He pull'd her down again 3. A sudden Passion seiz'd her Heart In spite of her disdain She found a Pulse in every part And Love in every vein

suffer the shade The lower World to over-run But where your Eyes the Lights are made They keep off Darkness like the Sun. Against Drunkenness A new Song 1. ALL you that in Tipling take delight Come unto my Ditty give ear All you that do Revel and Roar in the night And put sober people in fear 2. First you your Money in Vanity spend Which if you did husband it well In time of distress wou'd be a sure friend And all those that flatter excell 3. The next you your healths and your wi●● do confound And are by strange Witchcraft possess For he whose senses in Liquor are drown'd He changes the Man to the beast 4. The Drunkard in quarrels do's likewise ingage By which comes much trouble and harm And renders himself the fool on the Stage Whilst Coxcombs shall laugh him to scorn 5. If Marry'd he be and Drunk do's rowl home Then there is another plague yet So feebly he works in his Wives private Room That nothing but Girls he can get 6. Which now as times go will never rub off Unless he can Portions provide But how can he doe it that daily do's Quaff And pours his Estate in his Hide 7. More mischief remains for when all is done And he offers to go on the score His Host he don't know him but bids him begone Like a beggarly Son of a Who 8. Then he with Duke Humphery must look for a Cup And pinch and repine when too late Tell trees for his Dinner and sup with a Chop And this is the Drunkards just fate The Forsaken Mistriss A Song 1. WIth praise of my beauty and sighs he did woo me And hasly a while for my Love did pursue But proud of my conquest and proud of my Game I slighted his Courtship and laugh'd at his Flame Yet now I repent that I answer'd him no Since from a kind Lover he 's turn'd to a foe But he 's a m●er Fop and a Coxcomb at best When a Woman says no will take it in jest 2. My Eyes then were Stars and my Cheeks he call'd Roses But now they 're debas'd and my Nose but my Nose is He prais'd e'ry part and extoll'd 'em above Fair Helena's or the bright Goddess of Love. But a shame of him now for a subtil false Knave Denial has freed him that late was my slave Yet be 's a meer Fop and a Coxcomb at best When a Woman says no will not take it in jest 3. Yet Lasses be wise when the Lad wou'd be kind And let him all freedom and courtesie find For troth the next Youngster I take in my gin Shall find me more yielding than yet I have been I 'll give him no time for to gaze on new faces But look him up close in my kindest embraces Yet be 's a meer Fop and a Coxcomb at best When a Woman says no will not take it in jest 4 Ill hug him securely with Joy in my Arms And heighten his pleasure by force of my Charm● 〈◊〉 ●arth's flow'ry beds we imbracing will lye 〈◊〉 there in soft Murmurs full often we 'll dye But dye to new live when reviv'd by the flame That kindl'd our Passion and so dye again Yet be 's a meer Fop and a Coxcomb at best When a Woman says no will not take it in jest The Misse's Confession A Song 1. I Wench as well as others doe I 'm young not yet deform'd My tender heart sincere and true Deserves not to be scorn'd Why Phyllis then why will you trade With forty Lovers more Can I said she with Nature strive Alas I am alas I am a Wh 2. Where all my body Larded o'er With Nature's Amorous Probes That you might find in every pore A pole and pair of Globes Whilst yet my Eyes alone were free My heart would never doubt In Amorous rage and exstasie To wish those Eyes put out The Parting Farewell A Song 1. T IS not that I am weary grown Of being yours and yours along ●ut with what face can I incline ●o keep you to be only mine You whom some kinder power did fashion by Merit and by Inclination The joy at least of one whole Nation 2. Let meaner spirits of your Sex With humbler aims their thoughts perplex And boast if by their Arts they can Contrive to make one happy Man. Whilst moved by an impartial sence Favours like nature you dispence With universal influence 3. See the kind Seed receiving Earth To every grain affords a birth On her no showers unwelcome fall her willing womb retains 'em all And shall my Celia be confin'd No live up to thy mighty mind And be the Mistriss of Mankind The Jolly Fellow 's good Wish A Song 1. VVlcan contrive me such a Cup As Nestor us'd of old Shew all thy skill to trim it up Damask it round with Gold. 2. Make it so large that fill'd with Sack Up to the swelling brim Large Toasts on the delicious Lake Like Ships at Sea may swim 3 Engrave not battles on its Cheek With Wars l 'ave nought to doe I 'm none of those that took Mastreich Nor of the Lime-Rout crew 4 Let it no name of Planets tell Fix'd Stars or Constellations For I am no Sir Sydraphel Nor none of his Relations 5. But carve thereon a spreading Vine Then add two lovely Boys Their limbs in Amorous folds intwine The Type of future Joys 6. Cupid and Bacchus my Saints are May Love and Wine still reign With Wine I wash away my care And then to love again The Lover's Complaint to his Scornfull Mistriss A new Song 1. AH Cloris Pity or I dye The wound admits no cure All Arts to ease my pain I try And find all Arts but poor You in your power the Cordial have Alone that gives relief Ah Cloris lovely Cloris save Or else I dye with grief 2. Your Eyes shoot lightning through my heart Your frowns raise in my breast A dismal storm arm'd with a Dart Your scorn murthers my rest I pine and sigh alas in vain A feavour burns within Without I struggle with disdain But can no favour win 3. Yet cannot change as others doe Though you unjustly scorn Since the poor Swain that sighs for you For you alone was born No Cloris no your heart to move A surer way I 'll try And to revenge my slighted love Will still love on and dye 4 When kill 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 Debate A Song 1. GIve me leave to Rail at you I ask nothing but my due To call you false and then to say You shall not keep my heart a day But alas against my will I must be your Captive still Ah be kinder then for I Cannot change and wou'd not dye 2. Kindness has resistless charms All