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Picturæ loquentes. Or Pictures drawne forth in characters VVith a poeme of a maid. By Wye Saltonstall.
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Saltonstall, Wye, fl. 1630-1640.
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1631
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Let them cast up their losses with their gaine They 'le buy repentance at too deere a rate When one fled moment shall at once begin And terminate fond pleasure not their sin Let her consider last the shame hence got Which does reflect at once on more than one And like some murdering peece insteed of shot Disperses shame on more than her alone For ill fame still than good is longer liv'd And to the Stocke and Familie is deriv'd And yet 't is hard for woman to deserve By thought and deed this Maiden appellation And yet more hard the same still to preserve Vnlesse by helpe of modest Education By this perhaps she may be taught to frame A Maiden carriage to a Maiden name 〈◊〉 or Mayds are vessels and but weake ones too 〈◊〉 that if goodnesse be not streight instild They take in pride and love though steept in Rue They know no vacuum but must still be fild â—ood counsels seasoning makes a Virgin last â—s vessels ever of first liquors taste At fifteene yeeres some notions gin to lulke Of generall evill in a Maidens brest And then the appetite begins to worke On what the fancy did at first suggest For Ovid need not in strickt rules have showne The Art of love which Maids can learne alone Those younger yeeres are flexible their will â—s soone seduc'd to act some fond transgression And soone consent importun'd once to ill Like virgins waxe receiving all impression Or like some flower which doth in growth proceed Themselves got up streight haste to run to seed Or like unto an early Rose new blowne Which each hand strives to plucke from off the stem So being ripe they are assoone too gone And shall be sure to be attempted then If vertues force secure them not they stand Like the poore Rose obnoxious to each hand What did availe Acrisius thickest guardes When Iove did fall downe in a golden showre In Danaes lap He past then all those wards And to deny him then she had no power With Maids when one way failes another takes When Lovers like to Proteus change their shapes 'T is no cold walls or Nunnery no false spies That can secure a Maid that 's once inclind To ill though wacht by jealous Argus eyes To act her thoughts a time yet will she find There is no way to keepe a Maid at all But when herselfe is like a brazen wall That can repell mens flatteryes though afarre And make her lookes her liking soone to show Which like a frost such thoughts as lustfull are Nips in the blossome ere they ranker grow Since then the eye and gesture speake the heart A Maiden carriage is a Maids chiefe Art First she should not be coy or proud withall Though she alone were natures Master-peece Nor yet shew undeserued scorne to all And thinke herselfe a second Iasons fleece Whom none but he that ventures life must please And like to Iason saile the Graecian Seas 〈◊〉 by scorne their ruine thus procure â—â—ting their thoughts soare higher than their place â—â—e yet at last stoopt to some vulgar lure 〈◊〉 so remaind the objects of disgrace 〈◊〉 scorne doth still this punishment obtaine â—â—eed of pittie to find scorne againe â—â—uld all perfections that do women grace â—â—joying one whereof makes many proud â—â—all contracted in one Maidens face 〈◊〉 should not keepe them maskt up in a cloud 〈◊〉 let her beauty which makes Lovers pine â—â—â—ike the Sunne on all at once to shine 〈◊〉 since their lookes at once can cure wound 〈◊〉 like Achilles lance both hurt and heale â—â—ould not have them cruell tyrants found â—â—hen Lovers do for favour once appeale 〈◊〉 just god Cupid will revenge that wrong â—hen Lovers are befoold and scornd too long 〈◊〉 not too coy so likewise not so kind 〈◊〉 should not be as straightway to be mov'd â—ith the false gales of every flattering wind 〈◊〉 give all cause to thinke themselves belov'd 〈◊〉 love should passive be so love t' entertaine 〈◊〉 be belov'd not loving all againe For she that scatters out her love 'mongst many Since love and truth admits of no division Can ne're be truly said yet to love any For love and truth remaine entirely one Let Maids then give to one their loves and selfe To be a Monarchy no Commonwealth Though good be better'd by community Yet since that love and Soveraignty do know No partners but consists in unity Maids should not let their loves too coÌ„mon grow â—â—or't holds in them though not in matters civill A common good is but a private evill For who 'd spend time in such a vaine assault To gaine her love who if she yeeld the same Like some French Castell will assoone revoult And let another streight the same obtaine She should be proofe against the falsest flattery And ne're to yeeld upon the strongest battery For as those Virgins from the Sunne alone Kindle their vestall lamps and if the same Be once extinct they can renew't from none Vnhallowed fire but from the Sun againe So Maids love should be like that sacred fire And both from one take light in one expire Thus by opposing contraries together Mayds may from hence avoyd each rash extreamâ— And since that contraries best do show each other They may from hence draw forth the golden mean By participation which they shall find Iâ— to be curteous not too coy too kind And by a wise discretion well should know Not to be coy to quench all Lovers fires Nor yet so kind but that she can too show Scornefull neglect on mens unchast desires To mixe these passions well should be her care To cherish chast hopes make unchast despaire She may be curteous when that Lovers woe Yet not seeme easie streight to condescend To her inferior and her equall too Yet not below her selfe seeme to descend She must from time and place take chiefe direction And from the person vary speech and action Next curteous chast she should be not for feare Truthâ—telling time her shame at last might show But 'cause she loves her chastitie so deare She would not loos 't though none the losse might know â—or 't is no thankes to her whom none did woe To be a Mayd since 't is an act of two And to remaine so let them shun such pleasure As doth pervert the mind by strong temptation Then let some businesse give their thoughts no leasure For I allow not Maids much contemplation Since they do seldome such a subject find As may informe but often hurt the mind Nor should they reade books which of some fond Lover The various fortunes and adventures show Nor such as natures secrets do discover Since still desire doth but from knowledge grow These bookes if that within the brest remaine One sparke of ill will blow 't into a flame Nor too indulgent to herselfe become Since by soft ease and by too lofty fare Rebel desires unto their objects runne And for the raines of reason do not care
French Cooke that hath many dishes to taste which gives the best relish Shee must be wooed in a â—onverted order from a maide for in the one wee must begin from love to end in action but in the other from action to gaine â—oue For her apparell 't is much like herself too much porne and serves but as a â—ainted cloath to cover a â—otten wall Her house is â—ell furnished both for orâ—ament and use onely herselfe is the worst peece in 't She condemns much the hasty marriage of mayds when herselfe thought fifteene too long Her rings are so many cheates from severall suters in one of which shee commonly weares a deaths head but is indeed herselfe a better embleame of mortality for memento mori like a Motto to bee written in her forehead Lastly shee 's a canceld bond that has beene long before seal'd and delivered and is now growne out of date 5. A true Lover IS one whose Soule hath made choyce of a mistrisse to serve and obey and this service proceeds not from feare but love and he loves wer not for her beauty but â—or her inward vertue which shines through the coverings of her body as gold worke shadowed unâ—er Lawne His desires are so chast that if he thought enjoying would abate his â—ove he had rather still love â—han injoy In his visits hee â—ses a playne eloquence as â—est becomming the truth of his affections Telling her that he loves her and then supplyes the rest with sighs If she wish for any thing her wishes are his commands and he runnes to provide it for her If his mistrisse bee wrong'd hee makes his owne sword the sword of justice to right her and he thinkes injur't loue the fairest Quarrell Hee loves her not for wealth or portion but per se that is for herselfe and could bee content to take her as Adam tooke Eve though shee were naked When shee speakes hee thinkes he heares the Lute of Orpheus and so stands amaz'd like a wondring statue till the close of her speech dis-enchants him If her answer be full of scorne and disdaine hee retires to some solitary place breathing forth his complaint to Rocks Mountaines where Eccho from her hollow dwelling replyes againe and when he cryes shee is cruell Eccho cryes againe shee is cruell too and so pleases his sad minde by soothing up his sorrowes Thus her frownes become his frenzy he knowes not what to doe fayne hee would doe something but then he dislikes that something and so does just noâ—hing If he take his Lute he quarrels with the strings and cannot please himselfe in tuning it when indeede the discord is in his owne thoughts If at last shee vouchsafe to write to him hee receives her letter with more adoration than a Sybils leafe and having bestowed some kisses on the paper opens it to know the blest contents and in answering it spends much time before hee can resolve what to answer Yet at last love quickens his Invention and fils his brayne with choyse fancies while he invokes no other Muse but his mistrisse Thus he lives like a man tost in Cupids blanket and yet is so constant to his sufferings that he could be content to be Loves martir and dye in the flames of love onely to have this Epitaph Heere lyes the true Lover 6. A Country Bride IS a Sacrifize to Venus led to Church by two young Batchlers And all the way is pavd with strewings on which shee treads so lightly that shee hardly bruses a gentle flower while the maids attend upon her with Rosemary and Ribbons the ensignes of a wedding Being come to Church her marriage knot is soone tyde and the Ring put on her thumbe as an embleme of affection which like a circle should be endlesse The fidlers now crou'd on till being come home the mysterious Bride-Cake is broke over their heads in the remembrance of the ould Romane custome of confarreation and afterwards she is plac'd at the upper end of the Table to denoate her Supremacy in houshold matters Heere she minces it and is ready to cut her fingers with too much modesty while the name of Bride makes her simper like a pot that 's ready to run o're for shee conceits some strange matters and could wish the day were shorter though it be at Christmas Dinner once done they fall to country dances where the lusty Laddes take the Bride to taske and all to bepecke the floore with their hobnayles while they bestirre themselves out of measure and are onely rewarded with a concluding smack from the brides lips Thus the Bride is but the maygame of a country village that fil's the towne with mirth and musicke Till night comes and then shee is layd in her husbands armes where the Curtaines being drawne wee must leave them and leave you to thinke out the rest your selfe 7. A Ploughman IS the Earths midwife helpes to deliver her of her yearely burthen His labour frees her in part from the curse of the barrennesse which shee repayes againe with a fruitfull crop Hee 's the best vsurer for when he sowes the grayne hee lookes to have it repayd with the sevenfold Interest His antiquity is from Abel the first tiller of the ground and himselfe goes like an Adamite alwayes in skinne When he hangs betweene the Ploughstilts you have his true posture where hee 's seldome an upright man for he leanes most to one side A whole flight of Crowes follow him for their food and when they fly away they give him ill language The smell of the earth makes him hungry for hee brings home an invincible stomach and nothing holds him tacke but a barley pudding Hee unyokes with the Sunne and so comes whisling home his teame which consists of Horse or Oxen and his care is to see them meated before himselfe This done hee 's set to supper where his meales are not lasting because violent for hee eates hard for the time and when he finds himselfe satisfied puts up his knife with a God be praysed In the winter nights the mending of his whip or shooes find him businesse and for that purpose buyes hob-nayles at Faires His greatest pride is a faire bandpoynt and to weare a posy in his hat snatcht from the maid Ioane Hee prayes onely for a faire seedetime and of all dayes will bee sure to keep Plough-munday If he fall in love hee 'le be sure to single her out at the next Wake to dance with and layes such blowes on her lips you may heare the smacke afarre off If shee reject him he growes melancholy and insteed of sighes whistles out his breath and if hee have a Riuall challenges him at footeball Rainy dayes makes him onely idle for when he cannot plough yet he goes to the Harrow because 't is an Alehouse Here he dare lose his two pots at Noddy and spends his hostesse more chalke to reckon it than her gaines are worth In a word though he have no signe hee