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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A26956	The Young lovers guide, or, The unsuccessful amours of Philabius, a country lover ... writ by him to his beautious-unkind mistress ... ; with The answer of Helena to Paris, by a country shepherdess ; as also, The sixth Æneid and fourth eclogue of Virgil, both newly translated by J.B., Gent.	Philabius.; Country shepherdess. Answer of Helena to Paris.; Virgil. Bucolica. 4. English.; Virgil. Aeneis. Liber 6. English.; J. B., Gent.	1699 (1699)	Wing B131; ESTC R19435	36,870	128

abounds as in my Dear Far greater Offers doubtless you have met Youth Beauty Riches all that 's gay and great From Men your sweet-prevailing Charms have won As who can stand before the glorious Sun If I to these a Sacrifice must fall I 've this at last my Dear to say for all A Judge of Men most values Gifts of Mind For these I dare contend tho' still resign'd If by your Judgment cast hard Fate I 'll cry And humbly kiss that Hand by which I die My only Dear Yours for ever Philabius The Second Address My only DEAR SInce to my last no Answer you have giv'n Impatient Love commands me write agen Silence sometimes they say implies consent If yours be such I have my Heart 's content But if your Silence as I fear it may Concludes your Lover's doom another way Sad is my Fate which tho' with trembling Hand I ne'ertheless desire to understand Tumultuous Passions now torment my Soul Hope gives me Comforts Fear does all controul All sick in Mind where shall my Refuge be There 's none but you can ease my Misery Once you were ill I then prescrib'd a Cure Fond was my Soul your sacred Health t'ensure And now I languish to you I must fly 'T is at your pleasure that I live or die And e'en to Death more easily I 'm resign'd Than to continue in this state of Mind Your gentle Nature can't be so severe To let him perish calls you's Only Dear And calls all Heav'n to witness it is true O! pity one devoted thus to you I know some Lovers only Passions feign And if they Court for nothing 't is but Gain Fine Words they have if Ladies will believe Sweet goes the Pipe while Fowlers Birds deceive Such Fraud my Dearest can't suspect in me Her Person only's my great Treasury There lies in store the whole that I pursue For this alone her Self and Friends I wooe 'T is all on Earth I beg of Heaven too I 'm not ambitious know the World too well Content with Greatness does not always dwell Great should I be so I could sit at ease Admire my Dear with fond Caresses please No Soul so clear no Aspect so divine Sweet Mildness with Sublimeness there combine No cloud of Passion intercepts those Rays Of charming Graces which she thence displays All 's there surprizing Mortals can descry Symmetrious Features wondrous Harmony There should I gaze for ever still should find My Sense transported with transported Mind O Nature's Goddess to you I must pay All Adoration zealous Votive may What state of Bliss does Heav'n to him decree derive Where it alots your blest Society Where-e'er that God whence you these Charms Designs the Station wherein you shall live To me 's unknown of this at least I 'm sure Your absence long I can't with Life endure As Flowers fade in th' absence of the Sun My Life without your Influence is gone What may I do your Favour Dear to gain Can Life can Love can nothing it obtain With Muse sublime above the Stars I 'll raise Your Name your Fame with my immortal Lays A Poem next I 'll write of Love divine In which my Fair Heav'ns Angels shall out-shine In Praise of her let all the World that dares Contend they 'll find Philabius void of Fears And would's his Suit had Issue by such Wars I want a Friend Death robb'd me of this Year To plead my Cause with Kindness to my Dear Had he surviv'd I had not stood alone To deal with many hard it is for one And florid Youth now rivals my Desire And most are apt the rising Sun t' admire Tho' Judges know the perfect state of Man Is when his Sun 's in the Meridian The Air is foul with Fogs as Sun does rise And as it further climbs the lofty Skies 'Till come t'its height nor is Man's Reason clear 'Till he has reach'd his Jubilean Year And this with Favour let me farther say Unstedfast Youth tho' specious brisk and gay Is prone to change contingent Beauty too Mature Years more likely may prove true And let not this unminded pass by you Fain would my Pen much farther here inlarge Whole Floods of Passion thus I could discharge But fearing this already tires my Dear I check my Pen and stop in full career This only Boon imploring at your Hand That you 'll vouchsafe to let me understand In Verse or Prose or by some private Friend How all my Hopes and Love-Address must end O Beauty O Love O Pity Philabius The Third Address My only DEAR ONce more I write for who can Love withstand Which Heart inflames and presses on the Hand Help Muse agen this once my Fate to try And gently guide my Pen before I die Help me to soft Expressions which my Dear May move and force from her kind Eyes a Tear Of Pity for me Heav'ns what is 't I say Do I wish Sorrow to my only Joy Through Love distracted all in Mind I rave And wish for what I 'd rather die than have Help me t'Expressions may affect her Mind With Thoughts as chearful as they make them kind No Pity let them but gay Love inspire Cold 's hopeless Pity Love 's a sacred Fire If e'er on Earth true Love in Man has been It reigns in me and Love I hope 't will win By Love of Heav'n we Love from Heav'n obtain My Fair is heav'nly Love her Love must gain On this I stand on this my Soul relies If I 'm deceiv'd my Fall is with the Wise Tho' twice I 've writ no Answer from my Fair Have yet receiv'd must I for this despair Once or twice asking seldom does with Men Ought I not ask Heav'ns Darling once agen Perhaps this Silence of my Dear's to try Her Lover's Patience Zeal and Constancy If so with constant Patience I must bear Altho' if long such Trials prove severe My Temper 's not the same with other Men Strong are my Passions where they take a run A Check inflames them raging they boil o'er As Waves when broken on a craggy Shoar And strongly checkt with Terror rage and roar Such Measures with dull Lovers may do well They serve to stir and kindle sluggish Zeal But where you find Love apt to take on Flame I think the way of Dealing 's not the same Good Sportsmen seek not to destroy their Game As roughness fits a rough ungenerous Mind The tender-hearted Tenderness should find To them the Usage should be mild and kind O! sick am I my Dear by your delay What one Man cures another may destroy I always take it as a double Boon If what I sue for may be granted soon And as the Favour 's greater still the more The Grantor I prize honour love adore With what surprizing Joy think you then Dear Quick News and kind from you 'd ravish my Ear I beg at least let gentle Hopes maintain My Flame and let my Heart some respite gain And cast me not

severely in Despair Despair as dark as Heav'n has made you Fair. Doubt not how constant to you I will prove I 'll cease to live before I cease to love Consider Dearest what to you is said In Three Addresses now by me are made Proceeding all from Heart and Soul sincere As ever in devoted Lover were If more I thought my Dearest would desire More would I write my Pen should never tire And loath it is to part with Paper now Tho' I no farther Scope shall it allow Till I my Dearest's Pleasure know and then All crown'd with Joys I hope to write agen Philabius An Address to a famous Poetess going by the Name of Philomela wherein Philabius having receiv'd no Answer to his three foregoing Epistles begs her Aid for moving his Mistress's Favour MADAM IF any of your Sex fall'n in Distress Desir'd my Aid such is my Tenderness I should afford it freely would to me They would vouchsafe an equal Charity Madam 'thas been my direful Chance to fall In Love of late with what we Beauty call Beauty that Lot divine your Sex attends Working on Men too often fatal Ends. Thrice to my Fair Addresses I have sent Writ as I could how she does them resent I can't divine nor will my Fair disclose She drowns her Thoughts in Silence me in Woes Self-musing often with revolving Mind This cause of Silence in my Dear to find I may suspect my unpathetick Style Moves neither Frowns nor an obliging Smile But leaves my Fair as unconcern'd as tho' She nothing of Love-Verses yet did know This puts me to a stand and what to do 'T is hard to think and how my Suit pursue I 've done my best and more to write were vain Unless I could pretend some happy'r Strain Your Genius Madam 's known by what you 've writ Great is your Fancy Judgment Art and Wit Sweet Philomela's Aid I 'd fain implore Her pow'rful Charms dumb Spirits may conjure Her sweet-tun'd Voice thro' all the Forest rings And all are mov'd when Philomela sings Shout with Applause and eccho forth her Praise Surpriz'd and charm'd with her melodious Lays Her wondrous Notes in Rapture all admire As hither brought from the Celestial Quire Would Heav'n my zealous Wishes could obtain Her Aid the Favour of my Dear to gain The depth of Hearts your Love-dipt Pen may reach And where mine fails may force an easy breach Those genuine Arts your Muse may soon descry Which charm your Sex to me a Mystery And tho' some Beau perhaps has not been true In zealous Passions he has vow'd for you Which may discourage your Assistance when Desir'd for gaining Kindnesses to Men Heav'n knows my Soul's sincere and Love to feign Is what my Heart will ever much disdain I bear a Mind too free to fawn on them Or fondly write but where I 've found Esteem And had I judg'd my Verses to my Dear Worth Philomela's view I 'd sent 'em here It may be thought a very heavy Doom That all hard Censure should incur for some I wish Success may crown all your Desires And pray your Aid now where my Heart aspires Your Aid's the last Expedient I can try There all the hopes I have of Life do lie Great are the Pains thro' Love I undergo Which tho' unfelt by you you truly know And as you judg them please your Favour show MADAM Your great Admirer and humbly-devoted Servant Philabius Philomela having not vouchsaft her Aid Philabius writ his Farewel to his beautious Mistress as follows My only DEAR IT grieves my Soul to write my last Adieu To one I so entirely love as you All Happiness your Self and Friends I wish Tho' no way kind to me in my Address I know Affection is not always free Tho' one be fond another may not be Heav'n grants it as a Favour now and then That where we love we are belov'd agen I find your Favour Dear I can't obtain And cease my Suit which I could wish to gain But cease as doubting all my Suit 's in vain Or ' stead of Favour may incur Disdain What I have writ already pray resent With Kindness as by me 't was kindly meant Which tho' not worth your Thanks or Notice still A gentle Heart despises not good Will As far as I among the World converse Unseigned Friends I find are very scarce And wish I had one Friend on Earth as true As if accepted I had been to you The Heav'ns 't is like far greater Things design T' attend your Fate than Kindnesses of mine Heav'n grant my Life a quick and gentle end And let all Joy my Dearest still attend My joyful Hopes to Sorrows now must turn My Muse in Silence shall for ever mourn 'Till Death gives ease and quiet in my Urn. Philabius A gentle Reviver writ by Philabius to his beautious Mistress My only DEAR I 'Ve try'd and try'd but find 't is ne'er the near T'unlove that Person once I call'd my Dear My only Dear and find she must be so In spight of all abused Love can do When Love 's abus'd in some it turns to Hate It can't in me may it's so far from that I rather love you more if more may be When Love 's exalted to its high'st degree To Love and find great Slights and almost Scorn May seem severe and hardly to be born Yet this from you and yours I undergo And love you still entirely and you know Such Trials height of Love will truly shew Some in Addresses no resistance find Their Love-suit's easy and their Mistress kind Kind Fortune with such Lovers sports and plays These freely may enjoy Love's Holy-days Others in Love-suits Hardships undergo They can't prevail upon their Mistress so But meet with Lets and Rubs and yet at last Run smoothly on and win the doubtful Cast Some others more unfortunate than these Reap but Disdain for all their Kindnesses And such am I who yet with chearful Mind Bear even this to you my Dear resign'd Tho' Heav'n on us is often pleas'd to frown We must not be displeas'd but still love on Some Lovers Beauty meerly for the sake Of Beauty love and seek not to partake Of more Enjoyments yet Disdain to them Would seem severe and check their fond Esteem I therefore even these in Love surpass And nothing stirs me where my Love I place That Apathy the Stoicks teach to me Seems but a frigid-dull Philosophy With Patience arm'd just Passions let 's pursue It keeps our Thoughts in action ever new Let us agree then Dearest to go on I with my Love and you with your Disdain Time and Experience to us both will shew Which in our Pursuits weary first may grow I 'm apt to think th' advantage on my side Disdain Love's kind Assaults can scarce abide Love sweetly charms the Mind where it does reign That Soul 's uneasy where there is Disdain How then shall this hold out with that but tire And yield to Love as Nature does

require And this is that to which my Hopes aspire Philabius Another Epistle writ by Philabius to his beautious Mistress My only DEAR IF Men distracted chance to give Offence Good Natures turn it all to Innocence I hope in you such Goodness I shall find O'er-doz'd with Love I 'm discompos'd in Mind I write and write and know not what I do O! pardon this fond Trouble giv'n to you With Thought o'er-set my Soul no rest can have But in your Kindness or my fatal Grave Oft do my Friends dissuade me from my Suit Such is my Love no Friend on Earth can do 't Whate'er Severeness you to me shall shew If Love be true 't will creep where 't cannot go Who shall presume t' a Lover Laws prescribe The Law within him is his only Guide ' Tshall not be said I vow'd Love to my Dear And fell from what my Protestations were Love now so long I 've foster'd in my Breast In wilful Bondage I must lie opprest My Will is not my own to wish me free Or eas'd of my endeared Misery When Love 's inflam'd it 's vain to seek an end On it will go as boundless as the Wind. Oft by your House I sad and musing pass Fain would I enter then I cry Alas All is Unkindness there I ever found Despairing Thoughts my willing Mind confound My Soul at least is ever with my Dear Her Charms admiring whisp'ring in her Ear. Soft is that Whisper which when you perceive In silent Thoughts you roughly bid it Leave My Soul then silent for a while does stand Humbly obedient to your dread Command Watches a time its Courtship to renew Believe me so ' will ever ever do Alas my Dear take some small Care of me My Zeal for you a Person blind may see Long since it is I writ you an Adieu Can't yet resign to leave my Home and You. Still am in Fear that dreadful Day will come Which I may truly call my Day of Doom If you enforce it what can I then say What Heav'n denies us we cannot enjoy A Wand'rer in the World I then become No Friend I have on Earth no House nor Home And if I had them what are these to me When I 'm debarr'd your dear Society If I must leave my Country Friends and Dear And as a Vagrant wander here and there My Spirit mightily will return to you Be not affrighted when you it shall view 'T will be as gentle as my Heart is kind Begging and Praying Kindness I may find As you 'd have Kindness from the Pow'rs above Tho' not your Person let me have your Love I 'm but your Eccho Kindness thence you pray Kindness from you my Soul again does cry Heav'n grant that both our Prayers may be heard Your Kindness mine Heav'ns Kindness your Reward Philabius The last intended Farewel writ by Philabius to his beautious Mistress on his hearing she was married to his Rival My only DEAR THis Month is call'd the merry Month of May I wish to me 't were as the People say So 't was in you to make it had you pleas'd My sad and discomposed Mind t' have eas'd In Fields delightful lately I have gone T' enjoy the pleasure of the glorious Sun Revive my Senses all the various ways Our Sense by Nature's Bounty now enjoys Our Eyes are feasted with the curious dye Flowers display in great variety Their fragrant Odours strangely please the Smell Soft to the Foot the tender Meadows feel Young Fruits delight the Taste the spacious Sky Resounding with the charming Melody Of chanting Birds compleats our Senses Joy Thrice happy those whose undisturbed Mind Calm Ease enjoys when Nature is so kind Unhappy Man my Fate is most severe I languish through th' unkindness of my Dear Cares and despairing Thoughts my Soul oppress Without my Fair there is no Happiness Thus all complaining to my Self I talkt With Sorrows tir'd while in the Fields I walkt At length betwixt a Lilly and a Rose I lay'd me down to take a small Repose I could not sleep but slumber'd for a while Th'uneasy time thus striving to beguile Long could not slumber but awakt agen When all surpriz'd I saw the curious Scene Of Nature chang'd and wonder'd what did mean The Sun was clouded and the Air was cold The Meadows all unpleasing to behold Their Verdure faded all their Beauty gone The Lilly black the blushing Rose turn'd wan While thus amaz'd Queen Mab I chanc'd to spy With num'rous Train of Fairies standing by O Queen I cry'd what means this sudden change Is Nature nigh its end 't is wondrous strange The Queen enjoyn'd me Patience then reply'd You know we often visit your Bed-side You are no Stranger to our ways you 've seen How we 're concern'd in all Designs of Men. You Mortals oft propose your selves a Bliss In your Pursuits now that and sometimes this We watch your Motions know all you intend Abet or Counter as Heav'n has design'd Think not that Men can gain all they pursue Heav'n guides them by its providential Clew Whate'er they purpose Heaven will dispose Their fondest Longings often they must lose Strive not against great Providence's course Which leads the willing others draws by force We are its Servants in an Order far Surpassing yours your Guidance is our Care With this Advice let me possess your Mind If you 'll live happy live with Ease resign'd Those fond Enjoyments Men would fain obtain Prove often fatal if they chance to gain Man headlong runs presuming on his Wit When Heav'n alone knows what for him is fit This change of Nature you so much admire Is wrought by us as we with Fate conspire That Beauty in the Fields when you lay down All on a sudden to your Dear is gone You know of Beauty she had ever store And those have much you find will still have more This we have lent her for her Wedding-dress To make her Person charming in Excess Your Patience now for I must tell you too She 's e'en now wedded tho' unknown to you Enquire not of me who the Man may be We long since told you what 's your Destiny Which future Times to you will make appear With what concerns your Rival and your Dear This said the Queen was in a moment gone With her Attendants leaving me alone I deeply sigh'd enforc'd by Nature tho' Grief in such Cases us no Good can do And Fairest now its time to take my leave My long Farewel I therefore to you give Whate'er Unkindness I from you have found It 's all forgot and in my Fondness drown'd Kind Wishes you shall ever have from me Now humbly yielding to the Fate 's Decree If by oft Writing I have you displeas'd I beg at parting I may be releas'd My Pen's fond Trouble now is wholly o'er Nor ever shall disturb my Dearest more Philabius A second Reviver writ by Philabius to his beautious Mistress upon his being inform'd that the Report of her being