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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
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

show How thy colours come and go Beauty takes a foil from wo. Love that in those smooth streams lies Under Pity 's fair disguise Will thy melting heart surprize Nets of Passions finest thread Snaring Poems will be spread All to catch thy Maiden-head Then beware for those that cure Loves disease themselves endure For reward a Calenture Rather let the Lover pine Than his pale cheek should assign A perpetual blush to thine Song 220. A Beggar got a Bayliff A Bayliff got a Yeoman A Yeoman got a Prentice A Prentice got a Free-man A Free-man got a Master And he begot a Tease And soon became a Gentleman Then a Justice of Peace This Justice got a Daughter And she is come to light She stept into the Court And there she got a Knight A Knight got a Lord A Lord an Earl begot An Earl got a Duke This Duke he was a Scot This Duke a Prince begot A Prince of Royal hope He begot an Emperor The Emperor a Pope The Pope got a Bastard He was a Noble Spark He lay with a Nun And so begot a Clark A Clark got a Sexton A Sexton got a Vicar A Vicar got a Parson And all of them got liquor Till they were all made Prebends And so they got a Dean A Dean got a Bishop A Bishop got a Quean Song 221. I 'Le Sing you a Sonnet that ne'r was in Print 'T is truly and newly come out of the Mint I 'le tell you before-hand you●l find nothing in 't On nothing I think and on nothing I write 'T is nothing I court yet nothing I slight Nor care I a pin if I get nothing by 't Fire Air Earth and Water B●asts Birds Fish and Men Did start out of nothing a Chaos a Den And all things shall turn into nothing ag●n 'T is nothing sometimes makes many things hit As when fools among wise men do silently sit A fool that says nothing may pass for a wit What one man loves is another mans loathing This blade loves a quick thing that loves a slow thing And both do in the conclusi'on love nothing Your Lad that makes love to a del●cat● smooth thing And thinking with sighs to gain her and soothing Frequently makes much ado about nothing At last when his Pat'ence and Purse is decay'd He may to the bed of a Whore be betray'd But she that hath nothing must need be a maid Your flashing and clashing and slashing of wit Doth start out of nothing but fancy and fit 'T is little or nothing to what hath been writ When first by the ●ars we together did fall Then something got nothing and nothing got all From nothing it came and to nothing it shall That party that seal'd to a Cov'nant in haste Who made our 3 Kingdoms and Churches lie waste Their project and all came to nothing at last They raised an Army of Horse and of Foot To tumble down Monarchy Branches and Root They thunder'd and plunder'd but nothing would do 't The Organ the Altar and Ministers cloathing In Presbyter Iack begot such a loathing That he must needs raise a petty New nothing And when he had reb'd us in sanct'fi'd cloathing Perjur'd the people by faithing and trothing At last he was catch't and all came to nothing In several Fact●ons we quarrel and brawl Dispute and contend and to fighting we fall I 'le lay all to nothing that nothing wins all When War and Rebellion and Plundering grows The Mendicant man is the freest from foes For he is most happy hath nothing to lose Brave Caesar and Pompey and Great Al'xander Whom Armies follow'd as Goose follows Gander Nothing can say t' an action of slander The wisest great Prince were he never so stout Though conquer the world and give mankind a Rout Did bring nothing in nor shall bear nothing out Old Noll that arose 〈◊〉 High-thing 〈◊〉 Low-thing By brewing Rebellion Nicking and Frothing In sev'n years distance was All-things and nothing Dick Olivers Heir that pitiful slow-thing Who once was invested with Purple-clothing Stands for a Cypher and that stands for nothing If King-killers bold are excluded from bliss Old Bradshaw that feels the reward on 't by this Had better been nothing than what now he is Blind Collonel Hewson that lately did crawl To lofty degree from a low Coblers stall Did bring Aul to nothing when Aul came to all Your Gallant that Rants it in Dell'cate clothing Though lately he was but a pit'ful low-thing Pays Landlord Draper and Taylor with nothing The nimble-tongu'd Lawyer that pleads for his pay When death doth Arrest him and bear him away At the Gen'ral Bar will have nothing to say Whores that in silk were by Gallants embrac't By a rabble of Prentices lately were chac't Thus Courting and sporting comes to nothing at last If any man tax me with weakness of wit And say that on nothing I nothing have writ I shall answer Ex nihilo nihil fit Yet let his discret'on be never so tall This very word nothing shall give it a fall For writing of nothing I comprehend all Let every man give the Poet his due 'Cause then it was with him as now it s with you He study'd it when he had nothing to do This very word nothing if took the right way May prove advantag'ous for what would you say If the Vintner should cry there 's nothing to pay Song 222. BY Heaven I 'le tell her boldly that 't is she Why ●●●uld she asham'd or angry be That she 's belov'd by me The Gods may give their Altars o're They 'l smoak but seldom any more If none but happy men must them adore The lightning which tall Oaks oppose in vain To strike sometimes does not disdain The humbler Furzes of the plain She being so high and I so low Her power by this doth greater show Who at such distance gives so sure a blow Compar'd with her all things so worthless prove That nought on earth can towards her move Till 't be exalted by her love Equal to her alas there 's none She like a Deity is grown That must create or else must be alone If there be man who thinks himself so high As to pretend equality He deserves her less than I. For he would cheat for his relief And one would give with lesser grief To an undeserving beggar than a thief Song 223. WHen I drein my Goblets deep All my cares are rockt asleep Rich as Craesus Lord o' th' earth Chanting Odes of wit and mirth And with Ivy Garlands crown'd I can kick the Globe round round Let others fight while I drink Boy my Goblet fill to th' brink Come fill it high fill it high That I may but drink and die For when I lay down my head 'T is better to be drunk 'T is better to be drunk Dead drunk than dead Song 224. Be not thou so foolish nice As to be invited twice VVhat should women more incite Than their own sweet appetite

Shall salvage things more freedom have Than Nature unto woman gave The Swan the Turtle and the Sparrow Bill and Kiss then take the Marrow They Bill and Kiss what then they do Come Bill and Kiss and I 'le shew you Song 225. PHillis on the new made hay Phillis on the new made hay In a wanton posture lay Thinking no shepherd nigh her But Amintas came that way And threw himself down by her Hotly he pursu'd the game Hotly he pursu●d the game She cry'd pish and fie for shame I vow you shall not do it But the youth soon overcame And eagerly fell to it When alas to vex her more When alas to vex her more He e'r she began gave o're For such was the adventure He made his complement at door And could not stay to enter In great rage she flung away In great rage she flung away He asham'd and breathless lay But though he had displeas'd her He rally●d and renew'd the fray And manfully appeas'd her Song 226. COme Iack let 's drink a Pot of Ale And I shall tell thee such a tale Will make thine ears to ring My Coyn is spent my time is lost And I this onely fruit can boast That once I saw my King But this doth most afflict my minde I went to Court in hope to finde Some of my friends in place And walking there I had a sight Of all the Crew but by this light I hardly knew one face S'life of so many noble Sparks Who on their bodies bear the marks Of their integrity And suffer'd ruine of Estate It was my base unhappy fate That I not one could see Not one upon my life among My old acquaintance all along At Truro and before And I suppose the place can show As few of those whom thou didst know At York or Marston Moor. But truly there are swarms of those Whose chins are beardless yet their Nose And backsides still wear Muffs Whilst the old rusty Cavalier Retires or dares not once appear For want of Coin and Cuffs When none of those I could discry Who better far deserv'd then I I calmly did reflect Old servants they by rule of state Like Almanacks grow out of date What then can I expect Troth in contempt of fortunes frown I 'le get me fairly out of town And in a Cloyster pray That since the Stars are yet unkinde To Royalists the King may finde More faith●ul friends than thay Song 227. I Marvel Dick that having been So long abroad and having seen The world as thou hast done Thou shouldst acquaint me with a tale As old as Nectar and as stale As that of Priest and Nun. Are we to learn what is a Court A Pageant made for fortunes sport Where merits scarce appear For bashful merits only dwels In Camps in Villages and Cells Alas it comes not there Desert is nice in its address And merit oft times doth oppose Beyond what guilt would do But they are sure of their demands That come to Court with Golden hands And brazen faces too The King indeed doth still profess To give his party soon redress And cherish honesty But his good wishes prove in vain Whose service with the servants gain Not always doth agree Ah Princes be they ne'r so wise Are fain to see with others eyes But seldom hear at all And Courtiers finde their interest In time to feather well their Nest Providing for their fall Our comfort doth on him depend Things when they are at worst will mend And let us but reflect On our condition 'tother day When none but Tyrants bore the sway What did we then expect Mean while a calm retreat is best But discontent if not supprest May breed Disloyalty This is the constant Note I 'le sing I have been faithful to my King And so shall live and die Song 228. 'T Was then we had a thriving Trade When Lackies brought our work unto us The Ladie with her Am'rous blade Then did Complement and woo us But now the world 's turn'd upside down The Righteous too are monstrous wicked The Vest the Tunick and the Gown Hang all upon the feeble Ticket And when a Dun is sent like Lords They swear and swagger at their Taylor But nor their Swords Nor Damme words Shall Hector Constable or Goaler Song 229. PHillis I pray Why did you say That I did not adore you I durst not sue As other's do Nor talk of love before you Should I make known My flame you 'd frown No tears could e're appease you 'T is better I Should silent die Than talking to displease you Song 230. COme Chloris hie we to the Bower To sport us e're the day be done Such is thy power That every slower Will ope to thee as to the Sun And if a slower but chance to die With my sighs blast or mine eyes rain Thou canst revive it with thine eye And with thy breath make sweet again The wanton Suckling and the Vine Will strive for th' honour who first may With their green Arms incircle thine To keep the burning Sun away Song 131. THough I am young and cannot tell Either what Love or Death is well And then again I have been told Love wounds with heat and Death with cold Yet I have hear'd they doth bear Darts And both do aim at humane hearts So that I fear they do but bring Extreams to touch and mean one thing Song 132. UPon the Change where Merchants meet 'Twixt Cornhil and Threadneedle-street Where Wits of ev'ry size are hurl'd To treat of all things in the world I saw a folded Paper fall And upon it these words were writ Have at all Thought I if have at all it be For ought I know 't is have at me And if the consequence be true It may as well be have at you Then listen pray to what I shall In bri●f declare what 's written there Have at all I am a Courtier who in sport Do come from the Vtopian Court To whisper softly in your ear How high we are and what we were To tell you all would be too much But here and there a little touch Have at all I was not many years ago In tatter'd trim from top to toe But now my ruin'd robes are burn'd My rags are all to Ribons turn'd My patches into Pieces fall I cogg a Dy swagger and lie Have at all Upon my Pantalonian Pate I wear a Milleners estate But when he duns me at the Court I shew him a Protection for 't Whilst he doth to protesting fall And then I cry Dam-me you lie Have at all Since Venus shav'd off all my hair A powder'd Perriwig I wear Which brings me in the Golden Girls Wh●ch I procure for Lords and Earls When Love doth for a Cooler call My fancy drives at maids and wives Have at all My Lodgings never are in quiet Another duns me for my Diet I had of him in fifty three Which I forget so doth not he I call him sawcy fellow