CUPIDS MASTER-PIECE OR The Free-School of Witty and Delightful Complements BEING The Art of Love Refined and augmenâ—â—â— with divers new pleasant and delighful comâ—â—â—ments and discourses of Love With sundry pâ—â—â—sant and amorous Songs and Sonnets As also â—â—â—sies for Rings Handkerchiefs Gloves and oâ—â—â—â— things for benefit and delight of young Men 〈◊〉 Maids With divers other pretty fancies and â—â—â—tasies full of Delight and variety of Wit When Hearts and Hands united are What joy with Love then can compare London Printed for John Andrews at the White 〈◊〉 at the Upper end of the Old-Baily Cupids Master-Piece A brief Description of true Love TRue Love is a pretious treasure Rich delight unvalued pleasure Mens harts like to a Maze intwining Two firm minds in one combining Foe to faithless vowes perfideous True Love is a knot Religious Dead to the sins that flaming rise Through beauties soul seducing eyes Deaf to gold-inchanting Witches Loves for Vertue not for riches Such is true Loves boundless measure True Love is a pretious treasure This is Love and worth commending Still beginning never ending Like a wily Net insnaring Like a Round shuts up all squaring In and out whose every Angle More and more doth still intangle Keeps a measure still in moving And is never Light but loving Twining armes exchanging kisses Each pertaking others blisses Laughing weeping still together Bliss in one is mirth in either Never breaking ever bending This is Love and worth commending Instructions for Lovers â—eaching them how to demean themselves towards their Sweet-hearts â—Ou must not accost them with a shrug as if you were lowsie With your Ladie â—et Ladie or most super-excellent Ladie â—her must you let your words come rumbâ— forth ushered in with a good full mouth'd 〈◊〉 as I love you But you must speak the â—-coming language of Love I do not mean â—e strange Pedantick phrases used by some â—ants who aim at wit but make themselves â—k asses by it praise their Mistresses by the 〈◊〉 Moon or Stars whilest the poor Girles â—gine they mean the signes their Mercers Perfumers live at But you must in fine â—lâ— words deliver your true affection praise 〈◊〉 Mistress Eies her Lip her Chin her â—e her Neck her Face her Hand her â—t her Leg her Waste her every thing 〈◊〉 leave your Lillies and your Roses for your â—ntrie Froes to make Nosegaies with Thoughts c Valued may B. Searching c Love may B. A merry sportive and Delightful Discourse between a young Gallant and a curious conceited Lady Gent. LAdie what think you of a handsome man now Lady And a wholesome too Sir Gent. That 's as you make your bargain a handsome wholsome man then and a kinde man to chéer up your heart and to lie close to you to kéep you warm and get two boyes at a birth Lady Two at a birth that 's nothing Sir I have known a Cobler a poor thin Cobler out of mouldy chéese brown bread and turnups do as much as that Me thinks a Gentleman should scorn to have a poor Mechanick Cobler out-do him Gent. What then you would have me get two dozen at a birth like Buttons Lady You do well to brag Sir but if you perform this at your marriage then I will say you are a man indeed Gent. You are a merry Gentlewoman and may make a good wife Lady Not for you Sir for then I may chance to get nothing in what a state am I then Sir Gent. But for all this I know you love to hear of a good husband Lad. You say true Sir for by my troth I hâ—ve heard of none this ten years they are so rare that there are a great many longing women upon their knees to pray for the dropping down of good husbands from heaven because there 's none upon earth Gent. But tel me Lady can you love a man Lad. Yes if the man be lovely honest and modest Gent. Then I am the man must make you a wife Lad. You make me a wife no Sir no. Gent. Ay a wife a wife I say you need not be ashamed on it for its the best calling a woman can come to Lad. A grant it Sir but I mean not to be your wife Gent. Not mine I beleive it will be the best bargain thou wilt ever make in thy life Lad. Sir I do beleive you look after wealth and I mean to have one that will love and respect me for my vertues Gent. Wealth yes by my troth I must have lands and Lordships too Lady Lad. Cry ye mercie Sir I mistook you all this while did not you say it was for love Gent. True but there 's two words to a bargain all the world over and if love be one I am sure money is the other else it s no bargain pardon me Lady I must dine as well as sup Lad. Then Sir you may trie your fortune for I am resolved never to be your wife and so farewel A Song for Maids MAids they are grown so coy of late Forsooth they will not marry Though they be in their teens past They say they yet can tarry But if they knew how sweet a thing It were in youth to marry They would sell their Petticoats Smocks and all Ere they so long would tarry The Lass that is most coy of all Iâ— she had time and leisure Would lay by alâ— heâ— several thoughts And turn to love and pleasure Winter nights are long you know And bitter cold the weaâ—her Then who is so fond to lie alone When two may lye together A merry complemental woing between two jeering Lovers Man FAirest of all faires will you eat a piece of Ginger-bread Maid You might have more manneâ—s or at least more civilitie then to scoff at her that never injured you Man Scoff nay indeed I love you I vow I burn in love like some peny Fagot Maid St. Winitrid forbid it man may I beleive it Man Ay and though I say it that should not I am affected towards you strangely there 's some thing like thy self comes every night to my beds side Maid And to me every morning a voice utters these words Matrimony Matrimony Man Now do I shake all over and doubt its some spirit that would join us M. Goodly great ones may I beleive this also Man What not beleive Ladie I am wholly and solely yours yea more then this your servants servant Maid Now you contradict your self Sir how can you be wholly mine and yet my servants servant Man I do but complement in this Ladie But if thou canst love me I can love thee law thee now I am rich Mai. Sir I look not after riches but the person I must have one that can guide me for I am foolish yet Man Now sée the luck of it Ladie I am so too but doubt not this noddle shall perform all I warrant I am rich Maid But riches create no love by my virginitie I fear you will flinch Man By my virginitie
which is as good as yours I am sure by my virginitie if we men have any such thing as we have I wil not flinch Maid Then for the timâ— to come you must not so much as cast a shée 〈◊〉 eye after any woman but my self Man If I do at any time then may I lose one of mine own eies but I le keep the other however Maid Well sir I le take your word A Sonnet in praise and dispraise of Love NOw what is Love I will thee tell It is the Fountain and the Well Where pleasure and repentance dwell And it is like a Passing Bell That towls all in to Heaven or Hell This is Love and this is Love I here thee tell Now what is Love I will thee show A thing that creeps where 't cannot go A prize that passeth too and fro A thing for me a thing for mo And he that tries shall finde it so This is love and this is love sweet friend I tro A merry cross woing betweeen Tom the Tailor and Kate of the Kitchin Tom. GOod morrow Kate for that I hear is your name Kate. Well have you heard but something hard of hearing they call me Katherine that talk of me Tail You lie in faith for you are called plain Kate and bonny Kate and sometimes Kate the curst but Kate take this of me for thy comfort I am moved to woe thee for my wife Kate. Moved in good time let him that moved you hither remove you hence I thought you were a moveable Tail Why what 's a moveable Kate. A Joint-stool Tail Right thou hast hit it come sit on me then Kate. Sit on you I that I will Asses were made to bear Tail Come come what wil you be angry now you wasp Kate. If I be a wasp then thou hadst best beware of my sting or else pluck it out Tail What with my tongue in your tail not so Kate I am a Gentleman Kate. A Gentleman what 's your Coat of Arms pray you a Cocks-comb Tail No a come-less Cock so Kate will be my Hen. Kâ—te No Hen of yours Sir you look so like a Cravven Tail Nay but Kate you must not look so sowr Kate. Sowr it s my fashion when I see a Crab and so farewel Fairer then Diana chaster then Susanna O let me thy favour merit When as the Fountains overflow the Mountains Then shalt thou my love inherit The greeting of a Lover to his Dearest after a long absence WElcome my best beloved welcom your sight is life's restorative to me you are more welcome to me my dearest then day to the world or rest to the wearied or gold to the most covetous Miser in the world such is the joy I finde in your happy company So that this day seems to be a day of Iubilée unto me A brief Description of Women ALl you that Women love And like the amorous trade Come learn of me what Women be And whereof they are made Their hands are made of Rash Their mindes are made of Sey Their love is like Silk changeable It lasteth but a day Their glory springs from Sattin Their vanity from Feather Their beauty is Stand farther off Their conscience is of Leather Of Fustian's their discourse But Canvas fits them best Perpetuana is their folly Their earnest is but jest Their Life is Love and Idleness Their doing is their pleasure They lawless are yet all their ware They buy by standing measure Their Fore-parts are of Rue Their hinder parts of Dockes Of hardest Brasile are their Hearts Their Heads are made of Boxe Or if in plainer termes Withall you would be dealt Of Beaver are their tender Thighes Their Skins are made of Felt. A pleasant Discourse between a Bridegroom and a Bride on their Bridal night Bridegr WIl you not come to bed my dearâ— why do you so delay come let me help you Bride To bed swéet-heart why are you so sleepie Bridegr No but I shall be worse if you looâ— sad and melancholly come prithee my dear lâ—tâ— to bed why doest thou blush let me undresâ— thee be not coy but smile Bride Alas I feel my self not well my love Bridegr It s onely bashfulness my dear ilâ— make you wel there 's no such phisick as youâ— husbands warm arms Bride Be not so hastie my dearest we steaâ— not our content there 's time enough Brideg Do you then already cease to love me Bride No think not so for I do love theâ— dearly Bridegr To bed then I shall give better credit to thee be not so cold a lover Bride My passion 's now over and now mâ— dearest I hast to thy embraces Bridegr Welcom my comfort and delight and thus I fold my arms about thee Bride And thus about thee my dear bliss I â—twine like the female I vie Bridegr Come then let me kiss thee let mâ— kiss again and again and multiply them to aâ— infinite increase Bride Spare not for they are thy own deaâ— heart The gallant Sea-mans resolution concerning Marriage O What strange passions came on board mâ— that I should marry was I drunk Whâ— to say truth what can I do at home now what horrible thing would it be to have horns broughâ— me to Sea to look as if the Devil were iâ— the Ship and all the great Tempests woulâ— be thought to be of my raising and should 〈◊〉 the general course of all Merchants and yet perhaps they are as deep in as my self that 's my comfort O that a Seaman should live to be married what need I to have been shackled thus with a wife and be at charges to kéep her for other mens diets well if I were once rid of this I would never play the fool again One whose choise was either to be Hanged or married LO here 's the Bride and there 's the Tree Take which of these best liketh thee The choise is bad on either part The Womans worst drive on the Cart. Dick of the Country his woing of Jone of the Milk pail Dick. MY pretty Chicken how doest thou how fares thy body Didst not think me almost lost Jone I gave thee for dead in good faith love and was in the humour to marry another man Dick. Sure thou wast not thou doest but jest I trow Jone Truly I was and could you blame me â—s it not a torture think you for a woman to stay â—even years without a husband Dick. Me thinks my browes begin to bud already they are very knotty hast thou grafted aâ—y thing there I suspect it shrewdly How â—omes your belly so big Jone It s nothing but a Timpanie I am troubled with Dick. Come you are a Wâ—ore I le have you before a Justice Jone Spare me I pray thee gentle Dick and hearken to my counsel a little since thou art a Cuckold as I do not deny it chuse whether thou wilt wear thy horâ—â— on thy â—â—re-head for all men to see or put them in thâ— pocket and let no man see them
Dick. Why then I am a Cuckold it seems have not I travelled well and to good purpose but do so no more and all is forgotten Jone It is so if you stay at home to kéep me warm but if you leave me have at your head theÌ„ The Praise and Dispraise of Women WOmen the wo of Men cause of Mans fall You whom Philosophers terms Monsters all I love your Sexe even from my heart and soul From my affections which do both controul And I would spend the lives of fifty men If possible to praise you with my pen And paint your worth but you your selves do know To paint your selves better then I can show But if my praises may your favour win I le set you forth and thus I will begin O you are kinde and kinder far then man And equalize your kindness no man can O you are fair let me that fair unsay So 's a bright night compar'd with a stormy day Some say you have no vertue but they lye For you prove constant in unconstancy Why you are every thing Mans whole delight I speak for Day let them that know for Night The merry simple woing and winning of Jone of the Cream â—ot by a Country Farmer Farm NAy stay swéet Mistris Jone here 's none but one friend as they say desires to speak a cold word or two with you how do you véel your self this frostie morning Jone What have you to do to ask I pray you I am a cold Farm It séems you are hot good Mrs. Jone Jone You lie though I am as cold as ice feel else Farm Nay you ha cooled my courage Jone I am past I ha done feeling with you Jone Done with me I do defie you so I do to say you ha done with me Farm O you mistake Jone I mean not as you mean no bring but that Dog that wil say that I ever struck him or any Cat in the town that will swear on a Book that I have so much as set fire on their tailes Jone Do you love me then John Farm Love you what need you question that I sweat as ice burning in love well we wil be 〈…〉 Jone No haste John to hang true volk soft fire makes sweet Malt Yet John cheer up thy better Leg before This is a deed is once done and no more Iohn And then 't is done for ever as they say For each man hath his hour each dog his day I le get my leather dublet new forbusht and a pair of wisps to swaddle my legs for we muâ—â— dance on that day sure and who can dance in Boots Jon. Even as you list good John I am all yours as they say Thus can Country Swain-lings wo And express as hot their desire Live to love and love to prove Height and heat of Cupids fire And a Silibub they 'l make While thâ—ir Lovers sue and seek For their love and do pertake Of the bliss that all do seek A May Day Song COme sit we under yonder tree Where merry as the Maids we 'll be For to spin out the thrid of Sands Playing at Questions and Commands Or tell what strange tricks love can do By quickly making one of two Next we will act how lovers woe And sigh and kiss as Lovers do And talk of Brides and who shall make That Wedding Smock that Bridall Cake What Poesies for our Wedding Rings What Gloves we 'l give and Ribonings Thus having talkt we 'l next commend A Kiss or two and so we 'l end To present a pair of Gloves SWeet daign to draw these on thy fair white hands And when you wear them think my being stands Solely at your appointment Would that Love By his great power would change me to a Glove Your fair hand then should ever more be kist And I would ever dwell about your wrist An amorous Complement between a Young Man and a beautiful Damzel Gent. SWéet Ladie being wounded by your beautie I acknowledge it a mercie if you kill me not Maid Sir though I am not guilty of offence yet rather then I will be accounted a murtherer I will studie to preserve so sweet a model as your self Gent. Fairest then I tel you I must love you Maid I see no necessitie that I should love you yet I confess you are a proper man Gent. Prithee do not mock me do but look in my heart where you shall see what you cannot despise there Love hath made you a throne to sit and rule all my thoughts obeying and honouring you as their Queen Maid But who can see this heart you boast of Gent. Alas it 's easie for your eies to pierce into but your frowns make it seem cold But make it yours and you shall see it spring and and pay you in a full harvest of content but mistake not I say my heart is cold not my love Maid And yet your love is from your heart I warrant Gent. I say my heart is cold but yet my heart is fervent still besides my heart is not my own but yours you have it and while you have it if you keep it not warm in your bosome how can it but be cold Maid Well Sir notwithstanding your rhethorick I shall without any art at all give you a final answer Your sute is hopeless And so farewel The Young Mans Sonnet IS she not wondrous fair But I do see She is too much too fair too sweet for me Just as the Sun me thinks I see her face Which I must gaze upon but not embrace So sure 't is heavens pleasure she should be sent As pure to heaven again as she was lent And bids us we would hope for bliss Not to prophane her with a mortal kiss Alâ—â— how cold my Love doth grow how hot O how I love her how I love her not So doth my Ague Love torment by turnes As now it freez's now again it burnes Coridon and Phillâ—da the Shepheard and the Shepheardess Phil. SHepheard why do you follow me thus Cor. How can I but follow sweet when my heart is with you Phil. With me tell me then where and how I shall restore it Cor. It hangs upon your eies and being there scorcht with disdain it flies for ease to your Rosie lips but being beaten thence also by your harsh denials fain would it come here for harbour for pittie then fair Nimph receive it and if you can teach it the hardness of your own Phil. Well then if my heart be so hard as you make it it glads me that its strong enough to be a fence to my honour Cor. What the sheep to be guarded when there 's no Woll neer Phil. Can the sheep he safe when there is a Dog of prey within I cannot cherish in my breast the man that would wrong my chastitie Cor. Then cherish me who never attempted to cast the least spot on your white innocence Phil. The more fool you perhaps if you had it needed not to have come to this Cor. Yes you may remember although I 〈…〉 Phil. Well Shepheard look you never on me more for I cannot love at all or if at all not you let this suffice you Cor. O this distracts me more but since my presence offends you I must obey but when I am dead the Martir of your beautie if I thought you would shed one poor tear on my untimely grave and say I was unfortunate to love where I might not be loved again my ashes would find rest And farewel the fairest but yet the cruellest Shepheardess alive The delicate woing between Oliver and Rebecca Oliv. THou art a brave wench Rebecca come kiss me wilt thou be a Ladie Rebec Sir I have no such ambition Oliv. I le buy thee a Parrat to morrow and a Monkey here take this Ring Rebec Pray keep it and let me tell you my minde Oliv. And I le tell thee then I know thou lovest me and prithee tell me plainly when shall we matrimonie it I know thou dotest on my good parts speak dost not prithee be not bashful Rebec Then know I do not love you Oliv. Then I have lost all my labour Rebec I question not but it will appear so for I must tell you the truth I cannot love you and let this suffice you This Song in her praise THese Eys which set my fancies all on fire These crisped Hairs which held my heart in chains That dainty Hand that conquers my desire That Wit which of my heart doth hold the reines O Eyes that pierce our eyes without remorse O Heart of worth to wear a royal crown O Head that conquers more then Caesars force O Wit that turns the world even upside down Then Love be judge what heart can thee withstand Such Eys such Hair such Wit and such a Hand A Letter from a Home spun Lover DEarest Duckling be it known unto you and to all men that I have pist bloud thrée daies and three nights since I last saw you and received that unwomanly answer from you blinde Cupid forgive you for I am utterly undone by you Here followes their woing Clow. O Jug how do I love thee Jug Nay thou knowest best but I fear I shall never die with loving you Clow. No Jug but I warrant thou wouldst if thou hadst but a bit of me Jug Pray why should you think so did you ever see me cast a sheeps eie at you or did my nose bléed in your companie And as she spake it bled Clow. How now Jug who 's in love now Jug Not I upon my honestie however you 〈…〉 A Table In the Second Part. 1 A pastorall Song 2 Patient Grissel 3 A Song between truth and ignorance 4 Judith and Holofernes 5 In praise of the English Rose In the Third Part. 1 A Maidens choise twixt age and youth 2 As I came from VValsingham 3 The winning of Cales â— Of Edward the third and a Countess â— The Spanish Ladies Love â— A farewell to love â— The Lover by his gifts thinketh to conquer Chastity â— The womans answer FINIS