The CARD OF Courtship: OR, The LANGUAGE OF LOVE; Fitted to the Humours of all Degrees, Sexes, and Conditions.
- Made up of all sorts of
- Curious and ingenious DIALOGUES,
- Pithy and pleasant DISCOURSES,
- Eloquent and winning LETTERS,
- Delicious SONGS and SONNETS,
- Fine FANCIES, Harmonious ODES &
- Sweet RHAPSODIES.
LONDON, Printed by J. C. for Humphrey Moseley; and are to be sold at his shop, at the signe of the Prince's Arms in S. Paul's Church-yard. 1653.
To the longing Virgins, amorous Batchelors, blithe Widows, kinde Wives, and flexible Husbands, of what Honour, Title, Calling, or Conversation soever, within the REALM of GREAT BRITAIN.
THey say, that Bacchus and Cupid, as they were one day going on hunting, took Minerva in a net; giving us to understand, that none so seemingly austere, but one time or other hath an itching desire to sport himself in Adonis [Page]Grove. I confess it comes neer to a Syllogisme in these times (when Mars and Bellona sit as Rectors o're all hearts) to set Venus and her Son in opposition against them, as it were to thwart the current of the times: but I hope you (Gentlemen and Ladies, Citizens and Lasses) are not so far in love with the bellowing of the Drum, or the clangor of the Trumpet, that the sweet and harmonious tunes of Love shall prove unacceptable unto you: for if so, my self, (who have been forced through whole Forests of bryars, by the malice of the times) of all men living, have the least reason to whisper these soft numbers in your eares. I dare not so much injure the ensuing work, as to crave pardon of the severest Stoick or austerest Cynick for my wantonness, since not a loose line is scatter'd throughout this Volume, as also, because I know (in private) the curstest carper of them [Page]all, will hug me for their pleasure (if not for their profit) For those nice Ignoramusses who slight all Courship as lascivious, al Complements as trivial and enormous, I shall onely say this unto them, that love (I mean not such as that of Semiramis, or Messalina) is the Author of all perfection: The greatest Doctors are but Dunces, till love hath refined them, and they know what his power is; they after that becoming witty and courtly Inditers: for necessity findeth out the art, the lovers ardent affection compelling him to finde out all waies for the attaining his Mistress love; discoursing unto her his loyal affections in smooth or pleasing termes, or else touching them sweetly or daintily in writing curiously, and with a courtlike phrase, which art because I here undertake to teach, I have named my work The CARD of COURTSHIP; wherein are included such variety of conceited Courtships, that [Page](I dare boldly affirm it) you cannot wish for that favour, which you may not there gather. I beseech you crop them with a courteous hand, which shall for ever oblige me to importune for you at Loves footstool, beseeching him to use you according to your several constitutions, granting you the full fruition of your desires in all afety and tranquillity, So wishes
The Card of COURTSHIP OR, The language of LOVE.
To the Reader.
Complemental Dialogues.
A Virgin licensed by her Father to make choice of whom she likes best for her husband, Imagine you hear one who dearly affects her, courting her after this manner: their names suppose to be AMANDUS, and JULIETTA.
NOw, Lady, your Fathers goodness hath left you to your owne dispose; and I the admirer of your vertues, have free leave to present my best affections: Then save that creature, whose life depends on you; whose every power ownes not himself, but you: you are that Deity to whom my heart presents its first devotion, and in a holy flame, remaines a Sacrifice, till you please to accept it.
I should prove to my self unjust, in the neglect of one that nobly loves me; therefore what affection I may bestow, and yet retain my freedome (I mean that freedom, by which I may on just occasion withdraw my heart) I were ingrateful should I not present it.
May I become the scorne of time, and all mens hate pursue me, when I prove so foul, to give occasion you call back your love.
Cease these hasty protestations; I assure my self, the pureness of your soul is without spot or blemish; and while you so continue, I shall boast me happy, i'th' glory of such a choice.
O let me fly into your bosome! on your lip confirm my happiness; there study some new way of number, to multiply my bliss. The treasuries of grace and nature were quite exhausted, to accomplish your perfections.
Fie, fie; leave for shame.
What, dearest?
This superfluous Language. I am none of those Ladies that are enamoured on Poetick raptures, hugging the Verse, but spitting at the Author: none of those that are taken with flattering Acrosticks; and to have their names so disjoynted in an Anagram, that 'twould puzzle ten Magicians to put them together againe. I esteem not Golden Language, and I'll tell you why; because 'twas seldome bestowed on man, but to gild over a Copper Soul within him.
Can you be so cruel, to deem my Language feign'd?
Nor am I. I grant you, Love and Poesie are divine, commonly infus'd together: yet ordinarily, 'tis ty'd to rules of flattery.
Far be it from me, to speak a Language should displease your ear.
Well; more Oratory would but bring the rest into suspicion whether it be real: let it suffice I love you; and if all occurrents sute my expectation, it sha'n't be long ere Hymen seal the contract. Farewell.
Farewell, excellent Mistress.
Eugenia, and Flavia, two neer neighbouring Damosels, discourse of their loves; resolving not to marry old men for money.
FLavia, I kiss your hands.
Eugenia, I pray you pardon me; I saw you not.
I saith you have fixt thoughts, draw your [...]ys inward, that you see not your friends before you.
True; and I think, the same that trouble you.
Then 'tis the love of a young Gentleman, [...]nd bitter hatred of an old dotard.
'Tis so, witness your brother Francisco, and [...]e rotten carcass of old Rodorigo: had I a hundred [...]earts, I should want room to entertain his love, [...]nd the others hate.
I could say as much, were't not sin to slan [...]er the dead. Miserable wenches! how have we [...]ffended our fathers, that they should make us the [...]rice of their dotage, the medicines of their griefs, [...]hat have more need of Physick our selves? I thank [...]y dead mother that left me a womans will, in her [...]ast Testament; that's all the weapons we poor Gyrles can use; and with that will I fight, against [...]ather, friends, and kindred, and either injoy Fo [...]o [...]osco, or die in the field in's quarrel.
You are happy, that can withstand your [...]ortune with so merry a resolution.
Why? should I twine my armes to cables, [...]t up all night like a watching Candle, and distill [...]y brains, through my eye-lids. Your brother loves me and I love your brother; and where these two consent, I would fain see a third could hinder us.
Alas, our sex is most wretched; no sooner born, [...]ut nurs'd up from our Infancy in continual slave [...]y; no sooner able to pray for our selves, but they [Page 5]braile and hud us so with sowre awe of parents, that we dare not offer to bate our desires: and whereas it becomes men to vent their amorous passions at their pleasure, we (poor souls) must rake up our affections in the ashes of a burnt heart, not daring to sigh without excuse of the spleen, or fit of the mother
I will plainly profess my love; 'tis honest, chaste, and staines not modesty Shall I be married (by my fathers compulsion) to an old mandrake, who is able to beget nothing but groanes; a hunting-golding, a faln pack-horse? No, no; I'll see him freeze to crystal first. In other things, good Father, I am your most obedient daughter; but in this, a pure woman. And in troth, the temper of my blood tells me, I was never born to so cold a misfortune: my Genius whispers me in the car, and sweares, We shall injoy our Loves; fear it not, wench: and so farewell, good Elavia, farewel, farewel.
Farewel, merry-hearted Eugenia.
Corvino, a rustisk clowne, complements with Beancha, a Kitchin-maid.
HE that saies I am not in love, he lies de cap a pe: for I am Idle, choicely neat in my cloathes, valiant, and exream witty; my meditations are loaded with Metaphors; Songs and Sonnets flow from me as fluently, as Heigh, gee; not one shakes his tail, but I [...]igh out a passion: thus do I to my mistress; but [...]las, I kiss the dog, and she kicks me. I never see a wanton Filly, but I say, There goes Beancha; nor a lusty strong Als, but I remember my self, and sit down to consider what a goodly race of Mules would inherit, if she were willing: onely I want atterance, and that's a main mark of love too.
Corvino, What price bear Wheat and Saffron, that your Band's so stiff and yellow? why Corvino, not a word! Prethee what business in Town? how do all at Totnam? Grown mute! what do you bring from the Country?
There 'tis; now are my floud-gates drawn, and I'll surround her. What have I brought, sweet bit of beauty? a hundred thousand salutations o'the elder house, to your most Illustrious honour and worship.
To me these Titles? is your basket full of nothing else?
Full of the fruits of love, most resplendent Lady; a present to your worthiness, from your worships poor vassal Corvino.
My life on't he scrap'd these Complements from his Cart, the last load he carried to the City. But what have you read, Corvino, that makes you grow thus eloquent? why, you talk nothing but warbling Rhapsodies!
Sweet Madam, I read nothing, but the lines of your Ladiships countenance; and desire onely to kiss the skirts of your Garments, if you vouchsafe me not the happiness of your white hands.
Come, give me your basket, and take it.
O sweet! now will I never wash my mouth after, nor breath, but at my Nostrils, lest I lose the taste of her fingers. Beancha, I must tell you a secret, if you'l make much on't.
As it deserves: what is't?
I love you, dear morsel of modesty, I love, and so truly, that I'll make you mistress of my thoughts, Lady of my revenues, and commit all my moveables into your hands; that is, I give you an arnest kiss, in the high way of Matrimony.
This the end of all the business?
Is this the end of all this business, most beautiful, and most worthy to be most beautiful Lady?
Hence fool, hence; farewel Co [...]idon.
Why now she knowes my business, she put up the fruit in her lap, and threw away the basket; 'tis a plain signe she abhors the words, and embraces the meaning. O lips! no lips, but leaves besmear'd with Mildew. O dew! no dew, but drops of Honey-combs. 'Tis a rare morsel of dripping: O how happy shall I be to recreate my chine with her! I'll follow her, were I sure to be basted with Salt and Vinegar.
A Citizens wife, in love with a Suburb-Gentleman, confers with a Curtizan how to obtain his love, and yet not purchase her husbands discontent. Their names suppose to be, ARMELINA, and DECOY.
FAin would I meet the Gentleman.
Pish, Faine would you meet him? why do you not take the course?
The means is easily resolv'd, what thinkst thou?
Thus: meet him at Mr. Strouds house, the Phenix; there's a Gossips feast to morrow-night.
O but my husbands Jealous Eyes!
Here, Lady, convey my heart unto him in this Jewel: against you see me next, you shall perceive I have profited: in the mean season, tell him I am a Prisoner yet on the Masters side, my husbands Jealousie, that masters him as he doth master me; and as a Keeper that locks Prisoners up, is himself prison'd under in his owne key, Even so my husband, in restraining me, With the same ward bais his own liberty.
I'll tell him how you wisht it; and I'll weare My wits to nothing, but these clouds shall cleare.
A young Citizen, Courting his Neighbours daughter. Their names ANTONIO, and BEATRICE.
GOod morrow, sweet Beatrice; in exchange of this kiss, see what I have brought thee from thee from the Exchange.
What mean you, Sir, by this?
Ghess that by the circumstance: here's a Ring, wear't for my sake; twenty Angels, pocket them, you fool. Come, come, I know thou art a Maid: say nay, and take them.
Sir, I beseech you, fasten no more upon mee, then I may at ease shake off. Your gift I reverence, [Page 9]yet refuse: and I pray tell me, Why do do you make so many errands hither, send me so many Letters, fasten on me so many Favours? what's your meaning in't?
Hark in thy car, I'll tell thee: Is't possible so soft a body should have so hard a soul? Nay now I know my penance; you will be angry and school me for tempting your modesty. A fig for this modesty; it hinders many a good man from many a good turne, and that's all the good it doth: but if thou but knewest, Beatrice, how I love thee, thou wouldst be far more tractable. Nay, I bar chiding when thou speakst: I'll stop thy lips if thou dost but offer an angry word: by this hand I'll do't, and with this hand too.
Sir, if you love me, as you say you do, show me the fruits thereof.
The stock I can; thou mayst see the fruits heare after.
Can I believe you love me, when you seek the shipwrack of my honour?
Honour! there's another word to flap in a mans mouth. Honour! why shouldest thou and I stand upon our honour, that were neither of us yet right worshipful?
I am sorry, Sir, I have lent so large an ear to such a bad discourse; and I protest, after this hour, never to do the like. I must confess, of all the Gentlemen that ever courted me, you have possess'd the best part in my thoughts: but this course language exiles you quite from thence. Sir, had you come, instead of changing this my honest name into a Strumpet's, to have honour'd me with the chaste title of an honest wife, I had reserv'd an ear for all your suits; but since I see your rudeness finds no limit, I'll leave you to your lust.
You shall not, Beatrice.
Then keep your tongue within more moderate bounds.
I will; as I am vertous, I will. I told you the second word would be a mariage: it makes a man forfeit his freedome, and walk up and down ever after, with a chaine at his heels. Marriage is like Daedalus his Labyrinth; and being once in, there's no finding the way out. Well, I love this little property most intolerably; and I must set her on the last, though it cost me all the shooes in my shop. Well, Beatrice, thou seest my Stomach is come down: thou hast my heart already, there's my hand.
But in what way?
Nay I know not the way yet; but I hope to finde it hereafter, by your good direction.
I mean, in what manner? in what way?
In the way of Marriage, in the way of honesty. I hope thou art a maid, Beatrice.
Yes Sir, and I accept it; in exchange of this, you shall receive my heart.
A bargain, and there's earnest on thy lips.
A courtship (eloquently carried on both sides) between a youth, and his formerly-sollicited fair one. Their names suppose to be RADOLPHUS, and TOMASO.
WElcome, fair one; I hope my pardon's seal'd, for this presum'ng on what you might call rudeness
You have shap'd an Apology altogether needless, to excuse a guilt, when none appeares: I [Page 11]owe much to your vertue; it doth command my thoughts.
Which are so glorious, I must admire the actions that express them. I hope your judgement doth not call it ill, that my intemperate anger, being grounded on vertuous suspicion (last time I saw you) did transport me beyond a moderate passion: I am satisfied; your innocence hath clear'd my jealousie.
Sir, 'tis a noble resolution: pure love's a vertue Nature onely teacheth, and born with generous spirits that distinguish the object truely; slighting those respects, that work on groster minds.
Fairest, I shall use no other circumstance, or paint a passion my reasons eye allowes, though my first sense convey'd the knowledge of your outward form and full perfections, which must needs contain a richer inside: Vertue seldome dwells, but in a glorious frame. I love your goodness, which outvies your beauty: in my new-born wishes, I have determin'd you the partner of all that's mine: my estate's not very mean; if it were, Zeal should supply: I'd strive to merit the free gift of your self; and in exchange, returne my self.
Sir, I could answer you in your own words: for I presume your thoughts are noble, like your self, unmixt with flattery courtships insection, and the poisonous breath that makes pure love suspected, whether it be sound, or plaister'd, to deceive our credulous weakness, till it hath possest us with some foul leprosie. Your handmaid yeelds to what agrees with honour; if the meanness of her condition may presume to call her honest credit so.
How do you bless me, as suddenly as my [Page 12]desires could shape a means to work it! instantly the Church shall seal the bargain.
Would you not deliberate? Those acts are lasting, and concern the being of all your after-life.
'Tis heavens providence that hath dispos'd it: thus I seal my vowes.
The Lover having an hope now to attain his Mistress grant, presents her a Ring, with this Eulogy.
A pleaing Dialogue between a witty Lady, and a silly Gentleman: Their (supposed) names CRISPINO, and PAMELA.
I Sent you a Letter, Madam.
I received it (Sir) to my great happiness.
How did you rellish it, Lady?
Excellent well (Sir) you write most elegantly. Oh that I had your Genius!
I have twenty as good as these lying by me; they shall be all at your service.
You are too much a Courtier: I must chide you: I did never deserve those Epithets your Paper throwes upon me.
Epithets! I beseech you, Lady, to impute that to the fretfulness of my brain. If any thing rare slipt my pen, whereby I may incur your Ladiships indignation, I'll recant it publikely.
I will enjoyne you no such penance, for 'tis an injury easily remitted: 'tis the glory, they say, of Lovers, to Hyperbolize.
Hyperbolize! What's that? I have not the word yet in my Alphabet. I hope, Lady, you harbour a better opinion of me, then to imagine I would Hyperbolize with you; that were immodest.
Not at all (Sir) I think.
By my faith (Lady) but it is: do you think I know not what Hyperbolizing is? that were simplicity. If any thing within my letters may be drawn within construction of Hyperbolizing, condemn not me for it: by my service, Lady, I had no intention [Page]to stretch so far to your dishonour; it shall [...]each me wit to write my Letters hereafter.
Sir, you do me too much satisfaction, your error being a smal one.
'Tis your favour, when I commit a Peccadille against your brightness: I confess I deserve to be extinguished your presence for it. I did love you, Lady, (as I remember) when I was an Infant.
How (Sir!) I hardly understand you.
We are infants, you will grant, when we cannot speak; and I lov'd you full five months and a halfe ere I had power to tell you of it, I am certain.
I was not worth so much (Sir.)
Nay, for that (Lady) I'll shew my self deserving: were you worthy, it were less art of mine to love you; that were a poor thing: I do not stand on worth, Lady; I would not have you think so ignobly of me, that I affect you for your worth; I had rather (upon my honour) have you in your smock, then all the Ladies in the world starke naked.
Now your language is coarse.
My love is sure, and like the Sun transparent.
Now you complement; I know you are excellent at it.
Troth not I, Lady; I cannot complement; I do but refulgent your beauty, whose mellifluous voice peirces the Air: 'faith, Lady, credit me, I ne'r could complement in my life. Let me see;
There are Poetical furies in the City; but I converse not with them.
[Page]Lady, I do but piddle, a pretender, I know nor how to complement.
You now (Sir) complement unto the height.
Alas, not I, I cannot make verses neither.
You are an excellent Poet, I perceive (Sir.)
I'll tell you, Lady, a strange thing; you see these trifles: before I was in love, I could not have made an Acrostick in a day, sometimes two.
Now you can make Chronograms.
I think I can; and Anagrams, for a need.
Sir, you are wondrously improv'd; Love has inspir'd you richly; I perceive Cupid is a mute too.
I cannot sleep anights, for the multitude of Verses that are capering in my skull.
I wonder you are not mad.
You may, but I have a gift to help it; I allow my self set times to vent them, they would blow me up else.
As how, I pray (Sir?) I long to hear this.
Why thus: in the morning, when I have said my prayers in verse (which fall from me, and I ne'r think on 'em) next my heart I scribble out an Ode: after my breakfast, I fall upon a Satyr: when I have rail'd my self into a fresh stomach (you understand me) a matter of two hours I dream, as it comports with our British Bards to sleep; then, I say, I dream familiarly an Heroick Poem.
Dream! how mean you (Sir?)
Lady, while you live, your dreaming Poe [...]s are the best, and have distilled raptures; I mean, spirits that converse with them, and reach them what to write. This I set down before I eat againe; after, I walk upon the strength of supper into the Park, and ruminate an Elegie: at return, I do discourse of Epigrams, and Epitaphs, upon some one or other of my kinred.
'Tis now your course for your Heroick Poem; 'twere best you slept (Sir:) I'll take my leave.
A m [...]rry Pastoral Dialogue, maintained between two Shepherds, viz. CLAIUS, and CLEOPHON.
A Dialogue (for the recreation of the Reader) supposed between BOMBO, and JACOMO.
A Dialogue between GALFREDO, and ROSANA.
SIr, I cannot sinde how I am guilty of any cause may prompt you to suspect either my love on duty.
I believe thee (dear Rosana:) but this injunction is so severe and strange, it cannot chuse but puzzle thy consent at first.
Sir, make it known; I cannot be so flow in the performance of your will, as you are to reveal it.
Thy breath is far more sweeter then the smoak ascending from the Phenix funeral-pile; I could kiss thee, even engender on thy lips.
You were not wont to be thus pleas'd: shew me, good Sir, which way I may require your passion; speak the suit you talk on.
Dear Rosana, I do love thee, love thee, and would enjoy thee.
How (Sir) dare you divulge to me such brutishness? indeed the beasts promiscuously do mix, but man made in the likeness of the Gods, orders his actions to a safer end. Fare you well (Sir) I dare not hear you further.
A Dialogue between DANDALO, and LAURIANA.
DEarest Mistress, when shall my ardent love be made compleatly happy by the enjoying that, which it makes the object of desire? shall this fair morning be consecrated to Hymen?
Worthy Sir, so great is the Antipathy betwixt your birth and fortune and my condition, whose inferiour aime dares not be levell'd higher then its equality, makes (cowards policy) fear to be sole and true excuse of my delay; for (Sir) were you once satiated with the thing you call pleasure, your edge taken off, I know not what there is in me can whet new appetite, or revive a dying love.
Why? I'll keep thee like my wife; be constant to my pleasure, be sure I'll serve thy will with full content: my credit 's safe: to keep a Mistress youths excuse may serve, but an inferiour match brands my posterity.
Sir, I do hate your base desires; may your soul lusts still keep you companie, until abuse and shame teach you amendment; what a brave Orator is sin! how it can paint it self with golden words of pleasure and delight!
I never could brook these women-preachers: Fare you well, Lady.
Would you could (Sir) so soon take leave of Lust.
A rough Souldier, in discourse with a soft Lady.
NOw, Lady, are you in hast? or do you slight a presence may challenge your observance? I am come confident of my merit, to inform you, you ought to yeild me the most strict regard your love can offer.
Sir, I am not (though I affect not self-conceited boast) so ignorant of my worth, but I deserve from him who will enjoy me, a respect more fair and court like.
The blunt phrase of war is my accustom'd language; yet I can tell you y'are very handsome, and direct your looks with a becoming posture; I must speak in the Heroick Dialect, as I use to court Bellona, when my desires aime at a glorious victory.
You'll scarce conquer a Lady with this stern discourse; Mars did not woo the Queen of love in armes, but wrapt his batter'd limbs in Persian silkes, or costly Tyrian purples, spoke in smiles to win her tempting beauty.
I'll bring well-manag'd troops of Souldiers to the fight, draw big battalia's like a moving field of standing corn blown one way by the winde, against the frighted enemy; the Van shall save the Rere a labour, and by me marshal'd shall fold bright conquest in the curles. Peneian Daphne, who did fly the Sun, shall give her boughes to me for ravishment, to invest my awful front; and this shall prostrate (spight of all opposition) your nice soul to my commanding merit.
These high tearms were apt to fright an enemy, or beget terrour in flinty bosomes. Can you think a timerous Lady can affect her feare, yield the security of her peace and life to the protection of her horrour? you must not perswade my thoughts, that you who vary to the scene of love, can act it presently.
Slighted (Lady!) 'tis a contempt inhumane, and deserves my utmost scorne: I must finde one more pliant.
Some person of honour being enamoured on a country-Genilewoman, a dispute supposed between MONTALTO, and GENTILLA.
YOu have no fear ( Gentilla) to trust your self with me.
I can (Sir) forget my self so much, as to forget you are my Lord, &c. and in a wilderness could have no thought, with the least prejudice upon your vertue.
You have the greater innocence at home; my intents are fair enough, and you may stand the danger of a question: pray how old are you?
Although it be not held a welcome complement to our sex, my duty bids me not dispute. I am Fifteen, my mother says, (my Lord.)
And are you not in love?
I must not charge my self with so much Ignorance, to answer that I understand not what it meanes. I know the word, but never could apply the sence, or finde in it a passion more then ordinary.
Cupid hath lost his quiver then; he could [Page]not be arm'd, and let you scape, whose sole captivity would be more glory then the conquest made, (as Poets feigne) upon the Gods.
'Tis language with which you are pleas'd to mock your humble hand-maid.
But this assures him blind.
He would deserve to lose his eyes indeed, if he should aime a shaft at me.
Lady, you have a heart.
To which no other flame can approach, then that which shall light it to obedience of your will, and my good mothers.
Obedience to my will? what if it were my will that you should love?
Sir, I do love.
Love with the warm affection of a Mistress?
Him whom I affect (Sir) must not presume to fold me in his arms, till Hymens torches shall burn bright. Him whom I love, must be my husband (Sir.)
What if some great man court you for his friend? This age affords few women, but they will now and then hold up their laps, and let love enter in a golden showre: But I shall take a fitter time for this—Your servitor.
Your Hand-maid.
A rich, but simple Gentleman, thus wooes and wins a counterfeit Lady, who not unwillingly yeilds to his suit: their names suppose are PƲPILLƲS, and FLAVIA.
HOw, and how stands the business?
Nay, you know best.
Perceive you not an alteration, or transmutation in my outward person?
Methinks your words fall off your tongue with a more becoming grace.
Think ye so? be wise and catch 'em as they fall; they may inspire you.
you are strangely Metamorphos'd since I saw you.
O Lady, If your heart be stone, I would it were broken.
I have heard men wish their Mistress heart wounded, never broke.
P'shew, my love is not like other mens, that will whine, and cry, look pale, and wear night-caps; no, my love is a bouncing love, and makes no more of cracking a Ladies heart, then a Squirrel of a nut: but hark you a word in you ear (for I would not have [Page]any body know it) I am inspir'd.
Now by Diana, is it true?
I have said it; be wise, and have me.
O you men have such strange waies to play upon poor women!
Nay there's but one way I'd play upon you.
And will dissemble most egregiously.
Who, I dissemble? why I'll be judg'd by all the world; yet all my acts are not simple.
Nay, I almost believe you have not a thought but what is meerly innocent.
If you'll but marry me, there is not that desire or inclination, which you shall have, but I will strive with my best part to satisfie; what would you more?
I must confess you promise fair:
And will perform as well.
Alas! my Virgin-feares bid me I should not yeild. I know not what to do.
Come, I know what to do, and you'll but say I once.
Why then I wholly yeild me yours.
That's well said, this kiss in earnest; come we'll not stand long upon the business, but be marryed presently: I must provide [Page]Ribbond for the Courtiers; but that cost may be spar'd, now I think on't, for their Hats are so stuff'd with Favours already, they'll finde no room to wear 'em: come then march forwards.
A Gentlewoman flattering her Suitor (who was none of the wisest) with hopes of enjoying her, thus rccosts him: Their names suppose to be SYLLI, and CAMIOLA.
YOu see how tender I am of the quiet and peace of your affection, and what great ones I put off in your favour.
You do wisely, exceeding wisely! and when I have said, I thank you for't, be happy.
And good reason, in having such a blessing.
When you have it; but the Bait is not, yet ready; stay the time, while I triumph by my self. Rivals, by your leaves; I have wip'd all your noses, without a Napkin; you may [Page]cry Willow, Willow; I'll onely say, Go by, go gaze now where you please: your lips may water, like a Puppies, over a Firmety-pot, while Sylli out of his two-leav'd Cherrystone-dish drinks Nectar. I cannot hold out any longer; Heaven forgive me, 'tis not the first Oath I have broke; Lady, I must take a kiss or two, onely for a preparative.
By no means; if you forswear your self, we shall not prosper: I had rather lose my longing.
Pretty soul, how careful it is of me! Let me buss yet thy little dainty foot for't: that I am sure is out of my Oath.
Why? if thou canst dispence with it so far, I'll not be scrupulous; such a favour my amorous Shoomaker sometimes steales.
O most rare Leather! I do begin at the lowest, but in time I may grow higher.
Fie, you dwell too long there: rise, prethee rise.
O I am up already.
A civil Complement, between a great Lord, and an honourable Lady: their names are GIOVANNI, and FIORINDA.
Madam, THat without warrant I presume to trench upon your privacies, may argue rudeness of manners. But the free access your princely courtesie vouchsafes to all that come to pay their services, gives me hope to finde a gracious pardon.
If you please not to make that an Office in your construction, which I receive as a large favour from you, there needs not this Apology.
You continue as you were ever, the greatest mystery of fair entertainment.
You are, Sir, the Master, and in the Country have learnt to out-do all that in Court is practis'd; but why should we talke at such distance? Sir, give me leave to say you are too punctual: You are welcome, Sir; therefore sit and discourse as we here used, for we have been more familiar.
Your Excellence knows so well how to command, that I can never erre when I obey you.
A Gentleman, accidentally seeing a Gentlewoman whom on the sudden be exceedingly affects, thus courts her.
LEt me not be thought rude (beautious Mistress) that being altogether a stranger to you, I dare assume such considence, as to proclaim my self your Votary, and without a blush say I love you. If you beheld your self with my eyes, or sympathized of my passion (which though young of growth, hath a firm fixed root) you would not (I presume) tax me of giddie rashness, that I suffer my self so soon to be bound in loves fetters.
Sir, you are an over-hasty lover, to imagine I can at first sight of your person be surprized, and yield: they must be strong allurements, must rempt a bashful Virgin, still inur'd to no companion but her feares and blushes, to give her heart away, and live in thraldome to a stranger.
Love (bright Mistress) has Eagles eyes; it can beget aquaintance, even in a moment, suddenly as time, the time that does succeed it.
Sir, it seems you have studied Complement.
Sweerest beauty, to make the addresses of my love-sick heart plain and apparent to you, that you may search through my soul, and find it all your creature, give me your patient hearing.
'Tis a request might tax my manners, should I deny it to one that 's noble (as your peron promises.) Use your pleasure.
Which consists in viewing your bright beauty, the Idea of all perfections which the Jealous heavens durst ever lend to earths divinest Lady. Mine (Lady) is a holy intellectual zeal, past imitation, should those who trace me take the constanty of Swans, or never-changing Turtles.
Sir, he's a foolish lover, who, to gain his mistress, dares not promise what you have utter'd: but I must have more then verbal assurance of your love.
By your faire self, I am real; do intend what I have told you, with as much true zeal as Anchorites, do their prayers; and do implore you, as you have mercy in you, to take pity upon my loves stern sufferings, and redress them, by your consent to take me for your husband.
I dare not, Sir, to give away my self upon so slender arguments, as your owne bare report of true love: time and experience may produce, what yet I must not hope to hear on.
Honor me then so much, as to permit me wait you home: and when that task is done, and I must part from you, as exiles from their native soile, pray think on me, as one that has plac'd his full extent of bliss in your injoying: think you are the Landwrack, by which the brittle Vessel of my hopes must through loves swelling ocean be directed, to a safe harbour.
You are too powerfull in your speech: you'l put your self unto a tedious trouble to gain a thing; which when you are possest of, you will repent your travel.
Instructions (directed by the Author primarily to the vulgar, yet he exempts not some Gentlemen) host to demean themselves to their Mistresses.
YOu must not acoast her with [...]shing, as you were so wzie, with your Lady, Sweet Lady, or most super-excellent Lady; nor in the Spanish garb, with a state-face, as you had been eating [Page 15]of a Radish, and meant to swallow her for Mutton to't: nor let your words come rumbling forth, other'd with a good full-mouth'd Oath, I love you: but speak the language of overcomming Lovers; I do not mean that strange pedantick phrase us'd by some gallants who do aime at wit, and make themselves starke asses by't; praise their Mistresses by the Sun and Stars, while the poor Gyrles imagine they mean the signes their Mercers or Perfumers inhabit at: But you must in gentle, free, and genuine phrase, deliver your true affections; praise your Mistresses Eye, her Lip, her Nose, her Check, her Chin, her Neck, her Brest, her Hand, her Foot, her Leg, her every thing; and leave your Roses and your Lilies for your Country-Froes to make Nosegaies of.
A gentleman sollicites a vertuous Gentlewoman to have the use of her body, onely to prove her: Their names suppose to be ROBERTUS, and LUCRETIA.
ARe you still resolute (my dearest Mistress) to persist in your strange tyranny, and scorne my constant love?
Do not, Sir, abuse that sacred title which the powers celestial glory in, by ascribing it to your not desires; pray rather clothe them in their own attributes; term them your lust, Sir, you wild irregular lust.
This is coyness, a cunning coyness, to make me esteem at a high rate, that Jewel which you [...]eem to part from so unwillingly: (Merchants use [...]t, to put bad ware away:) think how much gold and silver thou shalt gain, in the exchange of one [Page 16]poor trivial commodity: that thing call'd Honour, which you so much stand upon, is meerly an imaginary voice, an unsubstantial essence; and yet for that thou shalt have real pleasures, such as Queens, prone to delicious Luxury, would cover, to sate their appetites.
Away, Sir, you have a canker'd soul; and know, Sir, not your estate (were you rich Croesus heire) shall buy my honour.
Pray, sweet, forgive me; seal it with one chaste kiss, and henceforth let me adore you as the saver of my honour (had I meant as I said.) My truth and sames preserver, by heaven, I did but try you (I must confess) having a great amb't'on to prove them lyers, who extol'd your worth. Had you yelded to my desires (my looser heart by your consent extinquisht) I should have esteem'd (yea, divulg'd it to the world) that you were but a piece of counterfeit gold, a fair house haunted with Goblins, which none but a mad-man would enter to possess: but I have found your worth, and beg your pardon.
You have it, Sir, although 'twas not well done to tempt a womans weaknes. Fare you wel, Sir.
Farewell, the best of women.
The wooer (that he may the better facilitate his full to the mistress) thus enters into conserence with her maid.
SWeet Beancha, thou art entirely loved of her whom I love more then my own life; thou art present at all her critical minutes; rub'st her toes, and helpst to pull her smock ore her ears: prethee, when opportunity shall conspire with time, and thou hear'st thy Mistress praising or pitying her wooers (mentioning me amongst the rest) let me have thy applausive vote: I know thou art prevalent with her, 'bove all her other menials.
Sir, you have amply oblig'd my gratitude, and (indeed) have bought my suffrage. Sir, expect my utmost oratory on your behalf.
Sweetest Beancha, I am spaciously bound to thee, and shall ever continue thy beneficial friend: prethee wear this Diamond for luck-sake: there's twenty good Angels immur'd in that one stone; I give them as thy guard: take heed, Beancha, that thou prove true unto me, the stone wil lose its vertue else.
Fear not my fidelity: Sir, did you but know how I sollicite for you—
Nay, my Beancha, do not think I have least doubt of thy past paines, or future perseverence. If I obtain this Gentlewoman, thou shalt have cause to thank that fate that destin'd thee for this employment. But prethee deal candidly with me; how stands the affections of thy mistress towards her fiery suitor Mr. E.N? I fear, the vastness of his wealth will excuse the shallowness of his wit, and make him gratious in her eyes.
Never doubt him, Sir: my Mistress, though she hold it not convenient quite to eject him from her presence, harbours not one good thought of him: she hath profest to me in private, that in her esteem he's a meer stick of sugar-candy; and indeed, she sees quite thorow him. But, if my desires do not delude my hopes, you are the Jason, Sir, that win this Medea, and the Golden Fleece to boot: nor do I doubt it.
Thou sing'st sweetly in my ears: touch but this string, and I could stand a frosty winters night, shrowded but with my shirt, to hear thy melody. If our united strength can but take in this fort, we'll mutually triumph, and share one happiness. Some two hours hence, I mean to view my goddess. Farewell, my best Beansha.
Your best wishes wait on you, worthy Sir.
A Gentleman fired with the report of a rich (but nice widow) having abruptly forced himself into her company, thus sollicites her.
YOur pardon (lovely widow) for my bold intrusion. The blind boy hathwings, to signisie expedition; is ever arm'd, to show that he can make way (if need be) through the strictest opposition. The fame of your feature, & not the report of your wealthy possessions, hath put me upon this practice (I mean, this unexpected visiting you) which so many mortals (either funished with too much temerity, or else not qualified with sufficient audacity) have (hitherto) feared to attempt, weakened (it seems) with a double wound; the austerity of your deportment, and the radiant refulgencie of your Star-like eyes: the first more painfull then the latter; and the latter more insupportable then the first.
Indeed, Sir, you have amply discovered your self to be more rash then wise, more giddy then grave, and more perverse then politick. What have you heard of me, that might incourage you to this supercilious sawciness? I must tell you, Sir, that you have proclaimed your owne unworthiness, with your owne tongue, by this wayward way of wooing. Do you think, Sir, to ingratiate your self into my favour by your daring Impudence? He that prescribes himself the way to gain a good opinion from me, must win it by his obsequious care, not by his abrupt arrogancie.
Fair Widow, let me implore remission for this first fault; my future carriage towards you, shall be but one contiuned series, commixt of love [Page 19]and service. When I first hearkned to the breath of Fame (too thrifty in divulging your rare feature) I felt the flames of true affection hovering about my heart: but this inch of time that my eyes have been so blest to gaze on your bright beauty, Cupid hath cast all Aeina in my bosome; and without you be pleas'd to afford me love, I shall expire in flames, and be converted to an heap of Cinders.
You have the art for to paint out a passion: but were it granted Cupid thus hath caught you, count you me, Sir, so levious, as to returne a grant of what (perhaps) is not in me to give, unto a man meerly a stranger unto me (before this interview) an acquaintance of half an hours growth? Sir, I must know your breeding, and your worth; your substance, and the temper of your mind, ere I assent unto a second marriage: but if heaven keep me sixt to my resolves, were there no better feeders of Pedigrees, then I am like to prove, Nature will have no cause for to complain of her too numerous breed.
Dear Widow, you shall have a full testimony of me: my birth's not mean, my education hath been vertuous; nor is my estate yet sunk beneath the degree of fear. But do not say, (nor for both the Indies think) you'l end your daies in solitude, and like the melancholy Phenix, ingender with your self; twill-give the babling vulgar cause to think, that your dead husband was no compleat man; or that your self, by some default in nature, takes no felicity in amorous acts. O slie this single life! Venus hath two Doves to draw her Chariot: Daphne was metamorphos'd to a tree; curel Anaxeret, to a marble statue: but flexible Ariadne, converted to a glorious Star, her browes ingirt with a bright wreathe of Saphires. Nor was there any [Page 20]kind and gentle semale, propitious to her lover, or her wedded mate, but the all-powerful Ports have divulg'd them for eminent constellations, pleasant flowers, and mates for Goddesses.
This is vain Poetry. But Sir, because I will not seem too rigid, or christen my self cruel; hereafter, when I know you better, have learnt what you have been, and what you are, you may expect as much as may be thought, from her who hugs her not proudly obstinate; must think him truly man, whom she can honour; hates not the poor, yet loves not beggery; and would in all things be a compleat woman.
May I then have the promise of such happiness, as in the mean time, til your doubts are solv'd, to have access unto you. By all things vertuous, no unbeseeming errand, unbecoming gesture, or distasteful act, shall give you cause to hate, or me to fear: onely debar me not sometimes to see you.
You have your wish, Sir: as you are a Gentleman, I dare not to deny you such a favour; yet let not your visits be too frequent, too early in the morning, or too late at night. Sir, this large dispensation had not been, were I not confident of your noble thoughts, and what you (seemingly) sincerely promise.
You bless me above measure.
A friend meeting an acquaintance of his accidentally at the Tavern.
MR. E.D. Bacchus hath much befriended me, to guide my feet to such an happiness as to imbrace you here, whose company I have [Page 21]ever called, my chiefe solace.
Sir, you are pleased to take notice of him, who is altogether unworthy your acquaintance, and whose utmost ambition is to be listed amongst the number of your humblest servants.
O friend! you strive to be acute in your responsions, and would fain oblige me your creature, by your voluntary submissiveness. With leave of your self, and this your worthy friend, let this room hold all three. But why, dear friend, have you so long absented your self from my dwelling?
Sir, I hope you have not been in prison, or have commenc'd a suit in Law, or been visited with sickness, that swist time (in your opinion) seems to flag his wings, or to have sprain'd his feet. It is but six daies since (accompani'd with our loving mate Mr. I.R.) I supt with you and your fair wife, at your own mansion.
You have resolv'd my querie. Six daies (said you?) why to me (who love you) by computation it appeares six months. Pilades and Orestes slept beneath one roof; Damon and Pithius never took two waies: our friendship hath been long, let it be lasting. Do you not know my self? all my Demesticks, whatever I call mine (my wife excepted) are at your command.
Sir, I have ever been beholding to you, and do confess your many bountious favours are far beyond the hope of my requital: I love not, Sir, to heap upon the tally.
Now you wrong your judgement, and desert, your first faire principles: this language doth imply, you dare not trust my goodness: this (dear friend) deserves severe amercement: I will prescribe your penance; you shall for one whole fortnight rest beneath my roof; nor [Page 22]eat nor drink but in my company; this to begin from the first minute that we leave this place: and as a tye unto this stipulation, pledge me this bowl of sack.
You may command your creature; I'll pledge you, with a hearty zeal; although I fear you by this solemn contract have but found out a way to charge your self.—
No more of that (dear friend.)
A young man who hath formerly sollicited, and received a repulse, thus renews the onset, and prevailes.
SWeetest, I hope your late refusal of my love, is alter'd now, by your more gentle pity. My constancy carries more strength about it, then to be blasted with your first repulse. Forc'd forward by the cause of my affection, I must again be advocate, and hope my suit will be effected.
Sir, I beseech you, make me not thus the subject of your mirth or complement: your soul is too secure (however you are pleas'd to talk) in its owne manly vertues, from surprize of weak affection.
Your bright eyes, like heavens blest light, when from a mist of clouds he peeps, and gilds the earth with brightness, can quicken and fire even marble hearts, with love; thaw souls of Ice. A malefactor's fears are more upon him ere he do come to his tryal, then when he hears the Judge pronounce the sentence of his death; 'tis so with me; and I should be more blest, to hear that voice of yours, with a severe refusal strike me dead, then live tormented in a sad suspence, ignorant of my destinies
Sir, could I frame my Virgine-thoughts to love, they should be fix'd on you: but I am so well content and setled in a Virgin life, I cannot wish to change it.
Alas, fair maid, Virg'nity is but a single good, a happiness which, like a Misers wealth, is as from others, so from your owne use, lockt up and closely cabin'd, since it admits no communication of its good. When you shall in the state of marriage freely taste Natures choice pleasures, you will repent you much you ere affected a single life.
You have prevail'd: receive me freely. I am yours for ever.
Let this kiss seal the contract.
The parting of two friends.
SIr, I am infinitely sorry, that my emergent business will not permit me yet longer to enjoy your company.
Sir, you best know your owne occasions; I shall not desire to detain you a minute longer then you may safely swear 'twill prove no detriment unto your state.
You are noble in all your deportments; and shall ingage me firmly, if you'll but please, about to morrow this time, to honour me with your person at my house.
Sir, I shall wait on you the hour you wish; but with assured hope to find you no nonresident.
Else let me forfeit your fair friendship. Farewell, my worthy friend; I shall expect you.
Except great Jove once more contract two nights in one, to sport with his Alemena, and Morpheus drive Sol's chariot, I will not fail. Much happiness wait on you, Sir.
An humorous conceited fellow meeting an old (but painted) Gentlewoman. Their names, CACADROMO, and Mistress FULSOME.
Save thee, sweet parcel of paint; you come from the Oyl shop now.
How, Sirhah! from whence!
Why, from your scurvy face-physick. I have met thee often in this angle of the City. To behold thee not painted, inclines somewhat near a miracle. These in thy face, were deep ruts, and foul sloughs, the last progress thou mad'st to thy suburb-bawd. There was a Lady in France, that having had the Small Pox, flea'd the skin off her face, to make it more level; and where before she look'd like a Nutmeg-grater, ever after she resembled an abortive hedge-hog.
You are a soolish knave; do you call this painting?
No, no; but you call it carreening of an old morphew'd Lady, to make her disimbogue again. There's rough-cast phrase, to your plastique. Farewell, old crone of Cappadocia.
Now the curse of Cuckolds light upon thee.
A friend having brought one of his acquaintance home, thus entertains him.
Sir, I have too much intrencht upon your patience, to bring you thus far, for so poor a welcome.
You have oblig'd my gratitude above thought: your heart I see's as fairly spacious, as this your well-built, richly surnisht fabrick. I am too poor in Courtship, to express how I accept this favour.
You abound in all perfections. Please you sit, and taste those homely cates my house affords, which I present unto you with as awful love, as mortals offer incense to the Deities.
You prompt me what to say, Sir: those words transvers'd, would better fit my utterance.
Pray, Sir, let this be but a formal entrance unto our future friendship: I am oblig'd to you for many favours; in the performance of which courtesies, you have shown your self the legitimate son of your most worthy father, aswell heire to his Vertues, as his Lands
Sir, Challenge all my services, as your owne; command whatere is mine: all my faculties shall be imployed, to practise retribution.
Sir, I thank you, and shall be ever prest to gratifie your goodness. Pray, Sir, eat; how rellish you this Greekish wine?
'Tis pretious as the milk of Queens; I have not dranke the like: great Ottoman himself quaffs not a purer liquor. Sir, to our future amity.
I most cordially thank you. My house was never furnisht untill now, your presence makes me happy.
Sir, You too much grace your servant.
Sir, you want what I wish, some choice dishes, which would perswade you feed more freely.
Lucullus, were he here himself, could not repine at this repast: I am no Gurmundizer, nor [Page 26]yet am guilty of their ridiculous gestures, who must have every bit sawc'd with this word, Sir, I beseech you eate; and rise as hungry, but more fooles by far, then when they sat down.
You are in all respects your self, Sir. But 'faith, since we're so opportunely met, let us not part so coolly. Though my owne wine be good, the mischiefe is, I have no bush hangs at my door, no linen aprons to squeak Anon, Sir: the name of Tavern, adds to our desires. Me thinks absurdities dance round about me, when I drink healths at home.
Sir, Bacchus will reward you for your courtesie entail'd unto his Priest. My service waits upon you.
Two Gentlemen (acquaintance) meet in the streets.
MY dear friend Valasce, now in the name of good fellowship, what hath been the impediment that hath hindered you from visiting me these many weeks? I hope you are not turn'd Stoick, nor in love with Cato's beard, or Diogenes his Tub. Are the Table-books, Bowling-allies, and Taverns, now grown useless? Thou wert a Courtier, when there was a Court. I hope these dog-daies are not so dangerous, but we may sport and quaff with Imitation, and deal for wholesome flesh, without being at the charges to disburse to Panders and Porters, for a cloudy conveyance to our owne lodgings.
Sir, You are mightily mistaken, if you conceit I am one of Chrysippus Scholars ( Aristippus I will allow to be my Master.) These froward times cannot transmigrate an Anchorites soul into [Page 27]my brest; no, I retaine my merry temper still. I throw Size-ace, till I lose to my shirt; bowle away Crownes as Counters; not give ore till my pockets look like the picture of famine, leane and empty; and I walk after the bowles with my hands behind me, to denounce who plaies fairest, not daring to bet: there's a rub, you'll say. I am still the same I was when you saw me last, in feature, gesture demeanour, and all other appurtenances; onely my will is not to you as formerly. I must tell you, Pedro, that you have forfeited the name of a friend: and by all my hopes, were it not that the thought of our former amity supprest those flames of fury in my brest, I now should kill thee.
Valasco, I know you think I am so much a man, as not to fear your worst of anger, were you Alcides second, and grasp'd Joves thunder bolt; much less with supple hams, and suppliant hands, to creep to you, and beg your absolution. Had I been guilty of that breach of friendship, which you unkindly do suggest, I would maintaine and justifie my error, maugre your sword or buckler. But how, Sir, have I wrong'd you?
The Blade Don Bombo, two hours since I met, who told me, eight daies ago you and he supt together at your Mistress Scorpiona's lodging; where, in discourse what truely-noble sparks the Inns of Court now yeilded, he rankt me 'mongst the rest; but you with scornes and taunts, before your Mistress, proclaim'd me nothing worth; a man of a dull sense, onely a valiant voice; with many other most unfriendly terms, so base, I hate to name them.
Now by the Gods, Valasco, that Rogue Don Bombo hath abus'd us both: thee, by a false & slanderous information; me—But I'll not stand to talk; [Page 28]I'll make cutworks in the villaines skin, and slice his throat so wide, next time he drinks his mornings draught, he shall go near to spil his liquor; he shall confess before you, or else under his hand recant this lye, and eke record himself a branded Rascal. Will that atone you, and renew our loves?
I have ever harboured noble thoughts of you, and shall esteem your friendship ever pretious, worthy the acceptance of a Deity. Chastise this Rascal till he cries peccavi; and, like to broken bones, which, distocated by some unhappy accident, set by a skilful hand, unite more firm then ever, our friendship shall take birth anew; we'll be another Pilades and Orestes.
No more of this: my deeds shall speak my real thoughts: let's to the Tavern, Bully, and there, o're full-crown'd cups, joyn our right hands. Ho, Coach-man! hurry us, in thy four-wheel'd pouch, to that Argolian Bachanalian Clifton, who keeps the golden Fleece securely safe; yet hangs it as a signe, even at his door. His marble vault (alone) includes Nepenthe: the Co [...]sick-grape is onely his. Away, away.
Two Merchants on the Exchange; Mr. Main Mast, and Mr. Topsaile.
MR. Topsaile, your best wishes [...]nviron you; you see I keep my word.
Good faith I saw you not. All happiness wait on you, sweet Mr. Main Mast; you are a strict observer of your time.
I ever was so, Sir. Time's an old cross-penny father, and must be waited on obsequiously, [Page 29]he fl es ye else. But what's the news from Neptune's Sea? how goes things in the great and watry world? are your ships rib'd with riches? is Aeolus propitious to your Vowes; his bag-cheek'd Boys not too robustious? Ha? I'm sure I find a great decay of Trade. Tritons, attended by a crew of Sword-fishes, are turn'd most desperate Pirates: no traffick, no commerce with forraigne Nations. Alas that ere I liv'd to see this day.
Had I had the sage Vlysses power, for to seclude all windes from Seas save Zephyrus, my forraigne trade could not have been more prosperous, then till within these few years: but now, 'tis true (with storms on land) perpetual gusts at Sea shake all commerce to nothing; yet I bear up still, and as my name, Top and Top-gallant like, I plow on Neptune, and returne safely home, with all my purchases. Cesars motto's mine, man: next him, I sure shall be recorded t' have been dame Fortunes onely favourite. Veni: with English wares I did arrive in Spaine. Vidi; I had a rich return. Vici: I came home with a merry wind. Tityre tu patule quae nunc non est narrandi locus.
Learned Mr. Topsaile, the Gods o'the seas befriend you marvellously.
I'm much bound indeed to the old blue-beard, Neptunus; to his Sons the Trytons, his Daughters the Mermaids, and his couzens the Whales. But no more of this: many words will not fill a mans belly: should we talk this two hours, there would be little use of a pick-tooth. My much-honour'd friend, Mr. Mainmast, shall I be so happifi'd this night, as to injoy your company at the carving out of a Shoulder of Mutton, cutting up of a paire of Coneys, and carbonadoing of a cold Capon?
Sir, you shall command the exercise [Page 30]of my teeth, and the silence of my tongue. I'll wait on you, Sir.
O Sir, you teach me what to say: I am your humble ereature, and very happy in the society of so worthy a friend. Nay, Sir, let me alone for complements, if I set upon't. Come, good Mr. Mainmast.
The Wooer sending his Mistress a pair of white-frin'gd Gloves.
Complemental LETTERS Fitted to all Humours and Inclinations; useful and delightful.
To the Intelligent Reader.
One of a law and humble birth, falling in love with some great Lady, thus presents his service.
YOu are a Lady in whom consists all that heaven hath rais'd to perfection. I am too poor to enjoy so great a Treasure; and shall be ever, till I grow immortal; which alone rests in your power to make me. 'Tis not your birth or fortune that I court, heavens witness with me: for had you been an humble shepherdess, and I a Monarch, this love had been, 'cause 'twas decreed by Fate. When I first saw you, methought my soul was forc'd to obey a Trance; and as a Vision, my amazed sight heheld you. The revolution of those Star-like eies deserves a new Astronomy, to contemplate it. I know I catch at a Star, and attempt to fathome Clouds; but it is not that thing call'd danger, that can affright me: Were you inclos'd with rocks of marble, whose lofty tops knew no distance betwixt the Skies and them, I would, with winged speed, seale those aspiring Walls; and, in despite of all that durst detaine you, bear you in my arms, beyond the reach of danger. You have been pleased, bright Anaxerete, to smile upon your poor Iphis; the radiant lustre of your eyes hath exhal'd those dull and foggy vapours, that clogg'd my soul with the contemplation of my great unworthiness: O continue those soul-reviving beams, since without their comfortable influence, I must freeze to Crystal, and perish more miserably then the wrath of Gods or [Page 33]Men (united) can possibly showre upon the caytiffhead of any desolate mortal.
An Amourist being forbidden by his Mistress any more to Court, by Epistle or otherwise, declareth himself thus.
YOu have given me command not to love; which I confess I have ill obeyed: but you know, Mistress, that forbidden things are ever most coveted by mortals; which is the reason that I have not had the power, since your forbidding me [...] to think of any other thought, but of loving you, Mistress, there is no kind of duty that I owe you not; there is no cruelty of chance or Fate, to which I shall not willingly expose my self, to obey you [...] but either cease you to forbid me love, or otherwise forbid your Image to pursue me; since that follows me everywhere, and leaves me not I berty or thought, but what it doth inspire. You ma [...] as well forbid the water for to descend, and fire to mount on high, as command me to forbear to love you; which I must do, though in doing so, the fire of love parch me to cinders.
The Lover having received an utter denyal of his profer'd service, so that he is out of hope to accrue his desired hapiness, takes his leave of his Lady thus mornfully.
CAn law or torture fright his soul, who is every houre extended on the wrack? No: since you despise me, 'twill add unto my future happiness, when love shall know I'm one that di'd your martyr. And for my body, when intomb'd in earth, a Cypress-tree shall spring up from my grave, under whose shade such mournful lovers as are punisht with disdaine, shall come and pay sad tribute of their teares; which by that charitable ayr which doth convert the falling dew into a frost, shall be congeal'd, and raise to my sad memory a lasting monument of transparent chrystal.
The Lover being to pass beyond the seas, or otherwise to absent himself a while from his Mistress, takes leave of her, thus.
SO leave the winter'd people of the North, the minutes of their summer, when the Sun departing leaves them in cold walls of Ice, as I leave thee (my onely happiness on earth) commanded from thy presence by an irresistible Fate. But though we are sever'd for a time, a span o [...] [Page 35]time, 'twill increase our joyes, when next wee meet; when we shall joyne againe in a confirmed unity for ever: such will our next imbraces be (my dearest) when the remembrance of former dangers (our parents angry frowns upon our loves) will fasten love in perpetuity, will force our sleeps to steal upon our stories. These daies must come, and shall, without a cloud or night of fear, or envy: till when, keep warm my soul within thy bosome.
The Amourist having failed to meet his Mistress at a place appointed, thus excuseth himself.
I Attended in much fear, and with more patience, the space of three hours, this morning, in my chamber, expecting every minute some ominous embassy from you, to scourge me into a just penance, for neglect (as you may suppose) offered unto you yesterday, in not waiting on you according to my promise: but anxieties (to my great content) proving abortive, I have assumed the confidence to apologize thus for my contempt. My hearts joy, I know you think that your self is the Loadstone that attracts my soul (though I confess I have hitherto found your heart like a peble, (mooth, but stony) and that when I am restrained from your sight, like a melancholy vegetive, in the absence of the Sun, I hang down my drooping head. Think not that I desire to withdraw from so worthy a servi [...] [Page 36]as I esteem yours; under whom I chuse rather to suffer extream tyranny, then elsewhere to live beneath the perfectest Empire. But so it hapned, that at the very hour when I was preparing to come and wait on you, a Messenger bathed in sweat, came to certifie me, that my Unkle (of whom I have received a large Legacy) lay even at the point of death, earnestly wishing to behold me ere his departure to the invisible land: the performance of whose desire, was the onely occasion that impedited my attendence on you. I humbly intreat you (Mistress) to accept of this true narration, as a sufficient excuse: which shall continue you in my opinion,
The Lover having found his Mistress basely inconstant, takes his last farewell of her thus.
SInce I must write to one that hath scorned to answer my Epistles any time this month, take it not in favour of you; it is not to you, but to this paper that I tell my thoughts; so to disburden my self of them, as that I may never more have them in minde, except to detest their causer. You have not deceived me: for I long since foresaw the instability of your minde. If yet you did tell me the cause of this your infidelity, if not able to finde a just occasion, you took the pa [...]ne but to search a pretence that were coloured with salfe appearance, I would herein excuse you against my [Page 37]self. This then is my comfort, that you have no other reason for your change, then your owne inconstancy: and though I have not ties enough to stay you, yet have I resolution enough to let you go; and have as much patience in your loss, as I [...]ad contentment in your possession. Adien for ever. And because you shall be certainly assured, that I now as perfectly hate you, as heretofore I dotingly affected you (to perpetuate your memory) I will fix this Epitaph upon your Tombe.
The Lover being prohibited the sight of his Mistress, either by the strictest opposition of her Parents, or the perswasive counsel of her guardian, sends her this Letter.
THere is no longer means of living absent from my life: since you are not with me, I am no more my self. I may be forbidden the seeing of you, but never the loving of you: or if they will for bid, yet they can never hinder me. Such as owe me most good will, do testifie the least unto me, and that by reason of my affection: but I chuse rather to be little obedient to them, to be the more faithful to you. Live you then in this assurance, if you will not that I die; and become assured likewise, that my life shall sooner be extinct, then that fair flame that dayly does consume it.
A Maid, or Widow, having afforded her Suiter a final answer (perhaps) contemned and affronted him, may upon change of thoughts, seek toregain his love, thus.
IF there be no greater Cor'sive unto the mind of one, then that which forceth us (despight of our selves) to seek to those whom we have before (and [Page 39]that without just cause) notoriously offended, then certainly am I the most wretched creature living: for (as now) there is no means left for me to escape from ruine, but onely by thy help (sweet friend) alone, who hast more reason to wish my overthrow, then my good fortune or health any way at all, in that thou hast found such extream and barbarous discourtefie in me. Nevertheless, if thygenerous and gentle mind, cannot feel this injury (done unto thee by a silly Maid) then I beseech thee, think no more upon my offence; but burying it deep, under thy feet, do that for my sake, which the bearer hereof shall make thee privy to: and then shalt thou quickly perceive, what great satisfaction I will make thee, for my fault committed; granting unto thee that which thou shalt most desire. Give credit unto this Messenger; assuring thy self that I am
A Captain, Colonel, or common Souldier, falling in love with some gentlewoman, thus manifests his passions.
IF it be an irrevocable doom, that men, be they never so valiant or couragious, shall be subject unto a braver and more livelier force then their owne; I hope you will not marvel overmuch, that I humbly yeild to your divine graces; and, as a captive your to beauty, prostrate my self a prisoner at your feet. But as [Page 40]mortal men deserve no countenance from the heavens, until they have by many proofs testified their faithful and dutious service towards them; so, I will not presume to importune you to affect me at all, much less to yeild me any guerdon for my paines, until that by my dutious service I show my self (in some part) worthy your gratious smiles. Mine onely request to you is, that it would please you to have me in your lively remembrance; and not to entertaine another, as your loyal Servant, before you shall have just occasion to discard and give me over: for as (no doubt) it will be little pleasing unto you (hereafter) to repent you, that you have made a worse choice then of my self; so it will be far more bitter unto me, then a most desperate death, to be discharged from serving her, whom I love more then my owne heart, and cherish more then my owne life, yea then my owne soul, which is (now) wholly yours, seeing that he that is the owner of the same, is the inviolable slave to your incomparable self.
LETTERS in Verse: With other curious Conceits, and fine Fancies.
To the Reader.
The Lover being forced from his Mistress presence.
The Lover being anxious of his Mistress constancy.
The Lover being transported in his fancy, complements in an high stile with his Mistress.
A Maid, or widow, returnes this merry answer to her hot Lover whom she affect not.
The Lover being discontented at the absence of his Mistress, he being in the City, she in the Countrcy.
The Lover angry at his Mistress unsufferable contempt, may (if he will) thus vent himself, in an invective manner
The Lover betwixt hope and despaire to attaine his Mistress love, she telling him she hath vowed never to marry.
The Lover having word brought him of his Mistress departure.
The Lover absent from his Mistress beyond the Seas, sollicites her thus.
The Lover assuring his Mistress that her doubts are vain, and he is unmoveably constant.
The Lover hearing of his Mistress departure, bewailes thus.
Five Lyrick Pieces.
Cupid, to an inexorable young man, disdaining his Deity.
Ad eundem.
An invective against my old she-enemy, my most audacious Aunt, now very desirous to marry.
A Lovers passion, wanting the society of his Mistress.
Loves inconveniencies.
A Diologue between a Shepherd and a Dam'sel.
None such, good Shepherd.
Never, never more.
Ah me! unfortunate.
The Lovers alarm to his Mistress.
A Supplantor.
The Shepherds complaint.
A Dialogue between two Lovers.
The Authors suit, to Cupid.
A Salyrical Description of Love.
The Changes:
The answer, being a contradiction of the former assertion.
A Farewel to Love.
To my most courteous Friend Mr.
John Phillipson.
A Rhapsody.
To the same.
The dying Lover.
The Lover to his Mistress.
The united Lovers.
The Lover to his Mistress, upon her apparelling her self in black.
The forsaken Lovers complaint.
The despairing Lover.
A Knell.
A warning to the Grave.
A mournful Ditty, on the death of a drowned friend.
Of women in general.
A Dialogue between ENDYMION & EXPENDITION.
WHat, ho, Endymion! how the Dormouse sleeps! A wake, for shame; open thy wink a peeps
Who, Dulman?
Anagrams.
A good Patron's Anagram is, PATREN, Anag. PARENT.
An evil ones, PATRONE, Anag. ROPEAN'T.
CHEATER, Anag. TEACHER.
Bliss or Bale: No medium in love.
A Madrigal.
The Lovers Letany.
The Bride-maids Song.
A Song to be sung the marriage-night, by two, in parts.
Ad eundem; the bridegroom being wanting at bedtime.
Song.
The description of a matchless beauty, written at the request of the most brave and gallant Lady, the Lady L. S. during my residence at Winchester, 1648.
Englands Elyzium.
An Heroick Poem intended.
A Song.
ODES.
ODE I.
A Dialogue between a Lover and his Mistress.
Thy beauty was a bait, to draw mine eye.
I thought to find a suiting soul in thee:
Thy love's the I mit that bounds my desire.
Thy loosness makes my love's date now expire.
Where then thy vowes?
Gone with thy seeming worth.
And made to me.
My heart's the harbour, where thy hopes must stay.
The ground not good, the Anchor draws away.
ODE. 2.
ODE 3.
A Lover expecting his Mistress presence.
ODE. 4.
A Riddle.
Another.
Poesies for Rings.
Poesies upon Bracelets.
A wish.
Songs and Sonnets.
Song 1.
Song 2.
Song 3.
Song 4.
Song 5.
Song 6. The Fisher-mans Ditty.
Song 7.
Song 8.
Song 9.
Song 10. The constant Lover.
Sonnet I.
Song II. Being a Pastoral Ditty.
Sonnet II.
Song 12. An invitation to love.
Sonnet III.
Song 13.
Sonnet IIII.
Song 14.
Sonnet V.
Song 15. All woman are not evil.
Sonnet.
6.
Written to the Authors first Love.
Song
16. A Pastoral Dialogue,
Penned at the command of my noble freind, M.
Theodorus Loe Esquire, on the attaining his Mistress love.
Sonnet VII.
Song 17.
Sonnet VIII.
Song
18.
A Country-Courtship, written during my abode at S.r.
E. D's house in Wilishire.
Sonnet.
IX.
The Lover imbracing his Mistress.
Song 19.
Sonnet X.
Song 20.
Sonnet XI.
Song 20.
Sonnet XII.
Song 22.
Sonnet XIII.
Song 23. A Riddle.
Sonnet XIIII.
Song 25. Loves Labyrinth, to Mistress Mary Loe.
Epithalamium, Or A nuptial-song.
Sonnet XV.
Song
26.
In praise of the Country-life, to my noble friend Mr.
Jennings.
Sonnet XVI.
Song 27. The Insatiate Lover.
The Authors conclusion.
EMBLEMATICAL FANTASTICKS; More emphatical and numerous then all ever yet printed.
To the Reader.
A Song.
Additional amorous Discourses, Poems, Dialogues, Letters, &c.
A Young Gentleman being taken with the love of a Lady, thus accosteth her. Suppose the name to be FORTUNATUS, and ADRASTINA.
ALl hail, thou model of divine perfections: may all the blessings heavens can send to mortals, showre down upon your head. Vouchsafe to cast one favourable look upon a creature wholly devoted to your service; and let not rigour steer your actions, to play the tyrant over him, whose heart is vow'd a Sacrifice to your love.
Pardon, Sir, a womans weakness, if she take the boldness to say, her shallow capacity cannot apprehend the height of your Oratory: yet must I render thanks for your wishes, and wish that I could be so thankful as to meet you in an equal affection: but since affection cannot be forced, you must pardon me, if I say, I cannot love.
Not love? heavens forbid that so great cruelty should reside in so divinely faire a creatrue. [Page 130]Let not such harsh speeches proceed from so sweet a mouth, unless it be out of a Maiden bashfulness; whose very strongest negatives do but affirm a grant: such I both hope and wish is your denial.
I must confess, Sir, your thoughts I cannot hinder; yet would I gladly perswade you to believe the truth, that my denial is unfeigned: however, I shall willingly submit my weaker judgment to the government of your better understanding.
Divinest Lady, to whose beauty I am be holding for whatever I have; since you have been pleased to honour me with so high a title as is that of your governour, give me leave to command (but alas, 'tis impossible) or at least to beg (which is most sutable) one salve from those Srar-shining eyes, which have shot forth their conquering darts at my love-sick heart, making me acknowledge the conquest yours, my self happy in your being victorious. O heavenly Adrastina! govern and direct me; for I am wholly given over unto thee.
Sir, Were I but ascertained of the truth and reality of your affection, I might perhaps meet your love with an equal burning; but—
Pardon, sweet soul, my interrupting you. If my love be not real, let me be an object of all mens scorn, and let the heavens, (as a just guerdon of my dissembling) showre down upon me their most horrible plagues: but if it be love, chaste and real love, let our souls meet in a reciprocal affection, and be imparadized into fruition of each other.
As far as a Virgins modesty will permit her, hereafter I shall be ever ready to accomplish your desires, and obey your commands; and in [Page 131]the mean time be confident, that I am entirely yours. But time calls me away. All happiness attend you.
And as in you all vertues shine, so upon you may all the blessings both of heaven and earth wait.
A Letter to a Gentlewoman requesting Love.
COnsidering with my self, most divine Lady, the many vertues wherewith nature hath in a superabundant measure adorned you, and then weighing the insufficiency of any service I can do you; my trembling hand is scarce able to hold the pen, and my stammering tongue dare hardly express that which my afflicted heart desireth to manifest unto you: yet love, which holds in his dominion my enflamed heart, forceth me to lay open to your sweetest self the secrets of my love-tormented brest. Excuse then, I humbly beseech you, these humble lines, that invisibly present to your sair hands an humbler suit then can be expressed. I beseech you to extend a gratious hand, to stay a fainting soul from sinking, that without you is as nothing, whose worth and remembrance gives me being: for I desire not to be, where your being is not; It is that only that betters my joy, and makes me sensible of content, there being no content equal to the enjoying a companion of so great worth. To conclude, I shall expect the sentence of my life or death in your answer, and remain so perfectly yours, that I can say nothing neer it, when I say I am,
Another to a Gentlewoman desiring his forbearance to visit her, &c,
WIth what words sufficiently to set forth my affection, and with what expressions high enough to manifest the constancy of my love, because I cannot tell; I shall appeal to your self, whether the sincerity of my actions, and the integrity of my words, be not able to justify me. And I dare appeal to heaven, whether or no my words have in the least manner tended to dissimulation, swerving from professed truth, or my actions digressed from nature: but since your rigor pleases to command, I shall withdraw my person; yet in lieu of return, will leave my heart with you; and maugre fate, subscribe my self,
A Gentleman debarred the society of his Mistress, thus writes to her.
SInce my misfortunes are so great, that those most happy opportunities we formerly enjoyed by a mutual intercourse and converse, are at present vanished, I cannot but by these manifest the constancy of my affection, which shall remain even to my latest gaspe. I hope, nay am confident, that you will not now, after the heaping on me so many and so great favours, estrange your self: and for my part, I am and even will be, wholly thine. And since my endeavours have been so happy to win your favour, they will double in length, and redouble in goodness, the remainder of my daies. [Page 133]All my right in all things, is yours, and your demand my content: you are my joy; and my greatest height of happiness is to enjoy you. Your person is the food of my thoughts, the relief of my wishes, and the repast of my desires. Your love to me, is a continual hunger, after which I daily, earnestly, more and more long; your absence, my extreme famine, which makes me pine away with grief. And if any poor endeavours of mine may be but pleasing to your most vertuous self, I shall esteem my self most happie, when most serviceable to you: And, in the mean while, shall rest assured of your love, as you may of having his heart, who is
A Gentleman having made his suit by speech, thus seconds it by writing.
THat I should begin my Letter with the declaration of my love, seems to me altogether preposterous and unnecessary, sith I manifested it to you so long since: But I may well bemoan my ill fortune, that cannot yet gain your good opinion of me, to credit your words, but that you still think me one of those who are altogether faithless. Is it my lot, for Love, to reap Disdain? Let me but know wherein I have offended, and my life shall answer my misdemeanour. All I desire, is love, your love; because nothing can satisfie love, but love. I could enlarge: but, lest I be too troublesome, I will say no more, but that I am
Her Answer.
I Received a Paper from you, which I here answer, to clear my self of that accusation (of being scornful) which you cast upon me. That I do not forget you, witness this: but yet I am so far from being pleased with your Letters, that I can hardly bear the reading them, especially since they proceed from a deceitful heart, as I believe yours is. If then you love me, as you profess, shew it in this, That you trouble me no more with your Letters; in hopes whereof, I remain,
His Reply.
THat you do not forget me, is my onely, my chief happiness; but, that to think of me, should move you to impatience, is my greatest misery. What greater torment, then to love, and not to be loved again? Heaven and earth are not able to parallel so great cruelty. But your words, that you cannot believe my seigned vows, carry with them a killing accent. O heavens! bear ye witness of my reality and sincere affection. I love you, as I profess: but by obeying your command, a breach might be made into the love of
Another.
ACcording to my duty, and the obligements that lic upon me, for the manifestation of my loyal [Page 135]constancie, I do hereby humbly kiss your hands. protesting that my love increases and renews, with the day, more and more. The Sun in its greatest splendor, hath been over-pow'red with clouds, and darkned with mists; and sometimes even the most constant affection has been scandalized with disloyalty. Let Envie then pine it self to death, and let Malice burst it self with rage; yet will I remain constant, yet will I be unremoveable, never to be altered from my setled resolution, which is to be
A Gentleman to his Mistress, having won her consent to affection.
THe thoughts of those many great favours I have received from you, especially your grant of affection, drive me to so high a rapture of joy, that I am neither able to contain my self in any bounds, nor yet to express the ardencie of my affection. What shall I say? I am so full of love, that there is no room in my heart for any thought but of thee. Happie I, who am blessed with the love of so heavenly, so vertuous a companion. Now shall cuhearts seed on pleasures, and our eyes behold the bliss of each other in the full comfort of all content: we will sleep in love, and wake and walk in all sulness of joy; enjoying in our hearts more delights, then either Nature affords, or Art can express: among which, this shall be chief, That thou art mine, and that I am
A Gentleman crossed in his affection, thus writes to his Mistress.
THere is no creature in this spacious fabrick of the whole world so wide, either of Sense or Reason, which being diseased or afflicted, but doth finde, by meer instinct of nature, some present remedy to help his infirmity, Man onely excepted, who can finde no medicine, by whose secret vertues he may allay his grief. This now I know by proof, and therefore speak by experience. But it is not to complain of you, that I now take pen in hand, but onely to lament my unfortunate birth, that has brought me into so unhappie a predicament, as to be contemned of you. And I protest, I have called my soul to an account for all her actions, but cannot accuse any one of them. Go then, my Paper, and, in your Masters name, first humbly kiss her hands, then tell her she can never heal the wound she hath made in her Faith, and my Love; which I am resolved to carry with me to my grave; hoping that the heavens, moved at last, will, through my patient suffering, make me as dear to you, as you are now cruel to me. However, no earthly thing shall hinder me from serving you: for I will rather die, then be inconstant in my love; and will flee, with the hazard of my life, the reproach of disloyalty.
A Gentleman going into the Country, after this manner writes his Adieu to his Mistress.
TO tell you of my constancie, I think is unnecessary, since you finde it; and to declare in what [Page 137]a continued course of perseverance, my faithful affection has gone, from its very beginning to this present, would make my Letter swell to a Volume. Besides, so perfect a thing as my love to your divine self, as it will suffer no question, so it seems to receive injury by addition of any words unto it. I could not but write to you, not knowing whether you would be pleased to grant me the favour to see you, or make me happie in the fruition of your company before my departure. And when I am abroad, my actions shall testifie that you are always in my heart. And if I can be so happie to keep a room in your thoughts and memory, it will be my greatest comfort in my loneliness, and my chief joy in my recess, &c.
A Letter protesting love.
WIth how great pleasure do I now, whilst I sit alone, recount my happiness in my love, which, in my greatest me lancholy, is my chiefest and most most pleasing comfort! If you knew but the delight that I take in the remembring your dear self, you would wonder at my felicity. I cannot tell how to express my affection. I love, I love you, yea you alone, with an everlasting and most vertuous affection. But this is too short: since then words sail, services and actions shall take their place; whose real performance shall prove a perfect demonstration of the never-altering, never-dying affection of
A Gentleman in the Country writes to his Mistress in London.
IT is not length of time, distance of place, or absence from you, can any whit lessen my love, or put the remembrance of your most dear self either out of my minde or heart. And seriously, were it not for the want of your dear company, I could be content always to be here: but you are the Star on whom both my good fortune and welfare depends; you are the Loadstone, whose vertue attracts, keeps, possesses my heart and thoughts, where-ever my person is. This very thing makes this place tedious to me, in that I am debarred of your society: but if the place were sweetned with your presence, I should account every tree a Paradise, and every tree would seem an Elizium, &c.
A Gentleman writes to his displeased Mistress.
IF ever any man could on a sudden be thrown down from the highest pinacle of Joy, to the lowest gulf of infinite unsupportable miseries; certainly I am he: for your (causless) anger hath filled me with such a confusion of thoughts, that I know not which way to turn my self. But now at last I have got my pen to paper; which does in all humility crave pardon of you, if in any thing I have offended, or were guilty of what you mislike; and withal, promises such an amendment for the future, as shall never incur the danger of your dislike. And if ever my thoughts did receive so much as a fainting in their affections; if they have not [Page 139]continually with more and more ardor from time to time pursued the possession of your favour, then let heavens most horrible plagues fall upon me. Do not then use him so hardly, who would for your sake hazard himself and all his future hopes. Nay, though you should be cruelly severe to me, yet let me say thus much; There is no one in the world that does, or shall more cordially affect your person, or more really wish your good, then my dejected self, and
A Letter requesting love.
SEeing the many vertues that so resplendently shine in you, and that heavenly beauty wherewith Nature in an extraordinary measure hath eariched you; unless I were blotted with a stupid senslesness, I cannot but acknowledge you divine, and able to command Cupid to let flie a shaft where you please. Hoping therefore your ingenuity will admit my unpolished lines without a superficial complemental gloss, or the rich accent of a ceremonial eloquence, (which could I use; I would not) yet censure me not to be altogether void of Oratory, when my style is bound to be friendly; and the best lines are drawn from the centre of a strong affection. Know, I love: nay, start not, Madam, at that word, since you can so easily prescribe a remedy for my love-inflamed heart. Love is all I crave; which with modesty may be granted to
A Letter from a Gentleman in the Country, to his sweetheart in the City.
OF all earthly things, there is nothing wherein I take so much pleasure, or whence I receive so great content, as in the fulfilling your commands; which are so repleat with vertue, that I cannot but admire, nay adore the person in whom so much good resides. What then are all my services? even not worthy to be taken notice of by so great vertuous deserts. Should I not adore, should I not serve, should I not with a most constant affection love your dear self, I might well be branded with the base stain of stupidity. I protest, were the place of my being a Paradise, and were my company all Saints; yet, without you, should I receive little pleasure in the one, and less comfort in the society of the other. You are always present in my heart and thoughts; and as I walk alone in the fields, heaven can bear me witness how often it has heard me record your name; and with what joy I was wrapt, when the solitary woods with a pleasing eccho reiterated the same, &c.
A Letter suing for Love.
I Cannot but in all humble reverence, by these, as much as they can, manifest that affection which my stammering tongue knows not how to express, nor my unable pen to delineate. Oh that my heart were transparent! there would you see a Seat ordained for your vertuous and sweetest self; a Palace of Love, where affection daily waits, to do [Page 141]you service; a Castle altogether impregnable, till 'twas over-pow'red by darts of love, shot from your eyes, by the string of vertue. How then to express a gratitude sufficient to answer your goodness, is a thing altogether impossible, your vertue being as unlimitable as my affection: but such as I can, I willingly offer; my self, my love, yea my whole fortunes, I humbly present you withal. You have taken me out of my self; and my thoughts are not so often in mine own brest, as where you are. You are the Loadstar of my thoughts, and the life of my desires, with whom alone I desire to pass my life. No marvel, if all love, if all desire, if all affect you: for worth and desert cannot lie unregarded. I resigne my self as your prisoner, and as a Trophee of your victories, to remain
A Letter of complement from one friend to another.
I Doubt not (nay, I am confident) that you will wonder, that after the ungrate silence of so many by-past yeers, I should now begin to make an apologie: but, I hope, my negligence acknowledged, will obtain a parden. Desiring therefore that you will think of me with favour, and impute my fault, not to a willing ingratitude, but to a too great distance. But why speak I of distance? it was not that could make me hold back my due respects; but an incertainty, nay, I may truely say, an impossibility to send, was my chief, nay my onely reason: yet I hope a good occasion will now ere long bring us together, and afford us that opportunity of renewing friendship, which I have [Page 142]long wished, and shall in no mean measure rejoyce at last to enjoy: then shall be a time of more real and full expressions of my respects towards you, then can finde compass within this narrow page: then shall be a time, when, by a return of courtesies for received obliging favours, I shall endeavour to repay that friendship which I well understand I owe unto you. And till I can be happie in the fruition of this time, know that I study gratitude, and shall ever seriously endeavour to seem as I am, and be as I seem,
A Gentleman thus writes to his dispeased uncle.
SUch and so great has been my former unhappiness, that those which should have been the tenderers of my service and respects, could have no intercourse: but seeing that it hath pleased God that the mutual love (which should before have proceeded from one to another to the comfort of both) hath again received a new birth; I hope that all injuries and by-past discontents laid aside, you will look upon me with a favourable eye.
You know, worthy Sir, that I have a long time sayled in a deep Sea of affliction and sorrow, which still has increased and flowed in upon me, and will continue, unless your love and favour extend it self not onely to the pacifying the impetuousness of its waves, but also to the bringing it to so lowe an ebbe, as I may safely come to the solong-look'd for shore, &c.
To a friend, for a received courtesie.
THere hath no one experiment or occurrence happened in my time, which hath more commended and confirmed my judgement and skill of inspection into a man, then this performance of yours: for I must ingenuously confess, at the first acquaintance I had with you, I read that same reality and civility in you, which now I see lively acted by you: so that I know not whether I should applause my judgement more, or congratulate my happiness in your acquaintance, from whom I have received a courtesie of that nature, as cannot be expressed, without a due consideration of, and reflexion on the high consequence and concernment of it, together with a ready thankfulness to you the author thereof; of whom I may justly say, that it hath not been so truely occasioned by some, that Forgetfulness commonly waits upon Absence, but that you will have it falsified of your self: which not onely augments, but heightens the courtesie beyond the attempt of requital. And if you have any occasions wherein I may serve you, command me freely, as
Another.
I Have hourly before me so many Monitors and Remembrancers of my engagement to you, as is sufficient to convert Ingratitude: in which respect, how am I troubled to discharge this debt! which is so great, that you must not expect an entire payment, but to take it out in several acknowledgements, as opportunity shall favour me. And [Page 144]since the best way to cross out the score of your merit, is to begin early to make payment, I cannot omit to give you hearty thanks for your favours, which have perpetually engaged
A Letter of Complement.
MY unwilling errour of not answering your Letter, I am confident your sweet indulgence will readily pardon. I could wish you were truely sensible, how happie I conceived my self in this fortunate opportunity, as literally to present you with these best of wishes I have oft (with no small ambition) sought personally to neliver, That the choicest of all joy and happiness may be showred down upon you. And for that I yet remain in your remembrance, is my singular happiness, and your meer goodness: for, from my own worthlesness, and the strong conceit I had of your change, I could not but collect a total eclipse of your favourable aspect. And that you will be pleased to bear with this my conceited prolixity, is the earnest desire of
A Letter to his Mistress.
A Song.
A Poet to his Mistress.
On his Mistress.
The Question.
The Answer explicatory.
The affirmative Answer.
The Moderatrix.
Conclusion.
A Dialogue between a Maid and a young Youth.
In praise of his Mistress.
Epigram in Amorem.
To his Mistress Fidelia.
A SONG. His Mistress sad and grieved.
A Song, out of my History of F. and A. A Gentlewoman singing to her Lute, sends forth this Ditty.
Song 2. ex eadem.
Song 3. ex eadem.
Certain Complemental Letters, and Forms both to begin and end all Epistles.
A Letter of Love.
IF I were to wish a titular happiness, it should onely be, now to know by what name, of somewhat more then ordinary neerness, I might tender my best respects and affection towards you: but such is my unworthiness, as hath no such power in any small proportion to be endeared to your goodness; though, of all other earthly things, I most earnestly desire the accomplishment: it would make me, of now miserable, to approach to some possibility of comfort. I confess I love you, first, in your person, whose feature merits beyond admiration; secondly, your vertuous worth and unparallell'd qualities, rarely found in these giddy times, (both suting in a fit way to imparadise the possessor) hath forced many to attempt the attaining, and hath taken me, whose resolution was quite retired from such apprehensions, &c.
Another.
I Beseech you, Madam, excuse my boldness, in taking in hand to discover unto you the Martyrdom I suffer for your excellencie: which is so [Page 159]much the more ardent, in that I keep it close and covert: yet cannot the reverence I bear you have so great a sway, but that my affection forces me to discover it self unto you. Be pleased then, in your most milde nature, and more temperate consideration, to vouchsafe with patience to hear my humble suit, and to apply some Cordial to my wounded heart, which lies both hopeless and hapless, unless your mercy daign a cure. O bitter () constant onely to aversness; in all that tends to my consolation, unconstant; One day promising success to my well-cherished and aspiring hopes, the next day punishing my desires with cruelty: now wringing my hopes with a willing consent, and making my soul bathe in the stream of heavenly contentment; and immediately thrusting my heart out of Paradise, into the wilde desart of Discourtesie; thus continuing rather to kill, than cure the wound given by thy dear self, &c.
A Letter from one friend to another.
IF I had begun my friendship with thee for the increase of thy riches, it should now have vanished, because Fortune frowns on thee in the decay of thy wealth: but such could never have been rightly called Friendship, but meer Flattery: but you know my heart is yours in a perpetual friendship; insomuch that if there be any thing wherein I may employ my self to pleasure you, you may command me, as him who is gladly ready to accomplish your will, and to wait upon your commands.
One writes after this manner to a Slander.
UNto thee, which speakest evil of me, I intend not to answer evil, lest thereby thou shouldst be deterred from saying evil by me, that is to say, from praising me: for who is more rightly praised, then he of whom evil is spoken by an evil man? And be not angry that I call thee evil, since it is so far from being evil said, that nothing can be said better.
A short and witty Letter to a friend.
THou supposest thy self to be contemned, because I visit thee not by my Letters: I might despise, though I should write unto thee: for if I contemned thee, then durst I write unto these Answers, either that I am busied, or that I cannot spare so much time for thee. Farewel.
A Letter to a forgetful friend.
I See in thee the old Proverb shall be verified: for thou hast sent me that, which, at my last being with thee, thou didst promise. I finde my self grieved, if thou hast forgotten it; but it increaseth my trouble, if thou hast not forgotten it. To forget, is the property scarce of a friend: but not to give according to promise, when it is remembred, is the known (or at least, suspected) badge of an enemy. Hereafter, either never promise, or perform better: for, much more friendly had it been, to have absolutely denied that, which I so earnestly requested, [Page 161]then not to perform that, which you so liberally promised: then had we still been pares, equal; for I had received no injury, in regard you owed me nothing: but now I take my self to be wronged, because you are and must be in my debt, seeing you promised it me. And yet it will not enter into my belief, nay, nor into my thoughts, that you are of those people, whom their promises binde not. But that hereafter I may not have cause to believe it, I would wish you to keep such promises to your self. Onely this I request, that if you will perform unto me that benefit, yet leave off to be injurious, in forbidding me to hope any longer in vain. To conclude, I shall think my self obliged to you, if you give me that which I request; and shall greatly wonder, if you give it me not. Farewel.
A Letter of Thanks for courtesies.
I Had thought, by my Letters, several times, to have returned you thanks for those many favors I have and do daily receive from, your hands, lest I might have been thought ingrateful, or esteemed rude: yet still deferred I the time, as not willing by my haste to trifle time from your more serious affairs. But now the thought of the greatness of your friendly love to me, makes me break my longkept silence (to avoid the stain of uncivil & proud, and to give you thanks not onely because you bestow on me so great commendations, but in regard of your friendship. To you ought I to make recompence, even above my power; for whose sake, no labour should be spared, but even the most difficult things atchieved, by (Sir)
A Letter to a friend, to put him in minde of some business.
IT is very well known unto me, that no neglect hath at any time kept you back from satisfying my desires, which, through your innate goodness, you have ever reputed as your own. And now not onely the offer which with a willing minde you have many times made; but also the experience which I have had of you, emboldens my Pen to trouble you. My business, therefore, and the urgency of mine occasions, constraining me to make use of that love and affection whick I know you bear me, in being mindful of those things whereof you know, that they may not fail for want of a manager; hoping to be pleasured of you, as of him in whose care I fix my trust in all things: in return whereof, you shall dispose of me, as of
A Letter of request to a friend.
THe hopes and fidelity which I have always had in you, and the offers which many times, with an affectionate minde, you have made unto me, doth comfort me in my affliction, and move me in this my necessity to have recourse unto you; remaining confident, that your deeds will be correspondent unto your words, and that you will help me. Hoping therefore your willingness, and not doubting your ability, I desire that you would aid me against the contrarieties of my adverse fortune, whose impetuousness, without your assistance, will make me lose my self and you.
A Letter to a friend.
COnsidering with my self the small puissance of my weak Pen, and with what authorized eloquence it were necessary to fill my Letters to you; I am as it were astonished, and especially for the receipt of your copious Epistles: but my unable hand being unable that way, knows onely how to teach me to subscribe my self
The Answer.
YOur phrase of speech is so neatly adorned, and so eloquently compacted, that it will ask much time of a knowing Pen to make a sufficient and sutable answer: therefore I, who am ignorant, must not think to do it. But though I have not that Oratory that were requisite, yet must I enforce my self, for duty-sake, to write you some part of an Answer, that so you might rather blame me for insufficiency then ingratitude. Hoping therefore you will not so much look at the stile, as the hand; and pardon the failings, because your friend's, I remain, &c.
A Letter of Thanks.
THough at the present, through Fortunes unconstancy, and the contrariety of the times, I finde my self unable to make a return sufficient for your deserts; yet I trust that you will so accept of my good will, as to esteem me thereby to have satisfied for every default of my unfortunate Fortune, taking [Page 164]the will for the deed. But if ever Fortune, who is changeable, do again lay aside her cruelty, and smile upon me, blowing with the winde of Prosperity upon the sayls of mine honest intent; there is not a man in the whole world, that more largely shall dispose of me and all my possibilities, then shall your goodness, &c.
Another.
IF God had so enriched me with his favour, that I had been as able to have made a retaliation for so many your benefits, as I finde my self not onely able and willing, but even desirous to render you infinite thanks; assure your self I would have been as ready to the satisfaction of the deed, as the good will. Therefore, as far as extendeth at this present my weak ability, I minde not to be ungrateful to you. I give you therefore most hearty thanks for your courtesies to your undeserving servant; and offer my self always unto you, in all that shall be possible for me, &c.
A Letter of News.
I Hope you will pardon my silence hitherto, seeing these times befit none but Satyrists to write, who in their railing terms can best paint out mens actions, and give your ears better satisfaction then our thred-bare Rhetorick, which becomes nothing so ill as News, especially if bad: therefore I could wish, that Feet as well as Hands might guide my Pen, that so I might become Satyrist, and better acquaint you with that of which I shall [Page 165]speak a little in brief. We are here in a halting condition, by the loss of those members which were lately cut off; and expect every day a final ruine, unless, like the snake after dissection, we can assume our own genuine parts, and so again become whole, &c. No more at present, but that I am
A Letter to a friend.
THough I love to be free with a friend, yet am I ever loth to over-burden a free friend, and making Friendship my rule. I hope I shall not transgress, though I make bold to put you in minde of me: and seriously, had I not a present occasion, I should neither be so importunate nor troublesome. The performance of this, will adde a stronger tye to our friendship. And as I rejoyce in the happiness of my enjoying such a friend; so I will be bold to say, You shall never have cause to repent or be ashamed of the friendship of
A Letter of excuse for not writing.
IF in times past I have not written unto you, as my duty was, it hath been for the urgent business and great affairs that hindred me, and not [Page 166]but that my whole trust and confidence hath always remained in you: And chiefly, when I record with my self the singular love which you have always with great reality expressed towards me. And because it is better to express some part of my duty late, then never; I am moved to write unto you these presents, that you may participate with me of my profit and prosperity, as you have formerly of my adversity; aiding, counselling, and favouring me, more then I could think to deserve of you, &c.
A Letter of Thanks.
ALthough I have no business whereof I may write unto you; yet nevertheless, the great love equal betwixt us, will not suffer me to let slip any messenger that goes towards you, whereby I may testifie my thankfulness to you for the pains you have taken in my business: and know, that I confide so much in you, that I intrust and trouble you still further, desiring your assistance; and if you have any occasion to use me, I shall serve you most willingly: and if you will visit these parts, you cannot be more welcome to any friend, then you shall be to him, who rejoyces in the happiness of your acquaintance; the continuance whereof he as much desires.
A short Letter to all his friends.
YOu are many, which at once demand Letter from me; and behold, I send unto you that are many, but one onely Letter: for it be hoveth to send one onely Epistle to many, whom [Page 167]onely love: the which shall be as good as many, when many of you shall read it.
Divers Forms of Subscribing and Superscribing Letters.
Subscriptions.
YOur most obedient son.
Yours affectionately.
Yours in a perpetual friendship.
Yours to serve you in all things to his power.
Your most humble, most obedient, and most affectionate servant.
Yours living and dying.
Yours in an unalterable affection.
Yours inseparably.
Your real and ready friend.
Yours to be commanded.
By yours assured.
Your faithful friend for ever.
Your loving father.
Your very dutiful daughter.
Your obliged kinsman.
Your friend and master.
Your trusty servant, to do your commands.
Your Lordships humble honourer.
Yours to my latest gasp.
The humble admirer of your incomparable beauty.
Yours faithfully, though neglected.
Yours eternally, even in death.
Yours sans complement.
Superscriptions.
TO the high and mighty Lords, the States General of the United Provinces of the Netherlands.
For the Right Honorable my very good Lord, R. Earl of Essex.
For the high and mighty Prince, Lewis 12. King of France and Navar.
For the Right Honorable, the Lord Viscount Say and Seal, &c.
To the Right Worshipful, Sir P. R. Knight, of Eaton in Bedford-shire.
For the Worshipful Master A. Merchant and Citizen of London.
For his assured and trusty friend, Mr M. P.
For his approved friend T. M. Esquire.
For his most loving father Mr E. C.
To his loving son C. L. at his chamber in Grays-Inne, these.
For his trusty and faithful servant, D. E.
For his desired friend M. T. aboard the Antilope i [...] the Downs.
For my very dutiful daughter E. M.
To his loving Master, Mr. E. P.
For the dearest to me of all earthly creatures, Mistress M. K. these, with my love and service.
To my best beloved choice, Mistress A. C.
For my dear uncle, G. M. Esquire.
For his hopeful kinsman, H. L. [...].