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Love
Love's but a Running of the Fancy,
A Clap of fond extravagancy,
That, if it be not stop'd in time,
Break's out in Botches of vile Rhime:
And when 'tis with Love-powder laden,
And prim'd and Cock'd by miss or Madam,
The smallest Sparkle of an eie
Give's fire to his Artilery.
A Clap of fond extravagancy,
That, if it be not stop'd in time,
Break's out in Botches of vile Rhime:
And when 'tis with Love-powder laden,
And prim'd and Cock'd by miss or Madam,
The smallest Sparkle of an eie
Give's fire to his Artilery.
Th' Arabian Goat Inragd and Furious turns
When any other Beast has touchd his Horns.
When any other Beast has touchd his Horns.
Some Love with Orenges, Boon Christians,
And some with Lemon-Pils and Citrons.
And some with Lemon-Pils and Citrons.
Loves Arrows are but shot at Rovers,
Though all they hit they turn to Lovers,
And all the Desprate Consequents
Depend upon as Blinde events,
As Gamsters, when they play a Set
With greatest Cunning at Piquet,
Put out with Caution, and take in
They know not what, unsight-unseen.
So Fairest Gamsters at the Banes
Take paines, and Plod to win by chance,
And study how to Draw a Prize
With greatest Skil at Lotteries.
Though all they hit they turn to Lovers,
And all the Desprate Consequents
Depend upon as Blinde events,
As Gamsters, when they play a Set
With greatest Cunning at Piquet,
Put out with Caution, and take in
They know not what, unsight-unseen.
So Fairest Gamsters at the Banes
Take paines, and Plod to win by chance,
And study how to Draw a Prize
With greatest Skil at Lotteries.
Like Bucephalus Brutish Honor
Would have none mount but the Right owner.
Would have none mount but the Right owner.
As Ladys, not to see nor heare
A Play, frequent the Theater,
But to be seen, and tempt some Squire
At a feigned Passion to take fire.
A Play, frequent the Theater,
But to be seen, and tempt some Squire
At a feigned Passion to take fire.
When by the swelling of the Girdle
The Lover findes his Soyl fertile.
The Lover findes his Soyl fertile.
Welth is all these, she that has that
Is any thing she would be at:
Wit, Bewty, honor, virtu, vice
Are always valu'd by the price;
For what are lips, and eies, and Teeth
Which Bewty fights and Conquers with,
But Rubys, pearles and Diamonds,
With which a Philter Love Compounds?
Or what is Hair but threads of gold
That Lovers Hearts in fetters hold?
Is any thing she would be at:
Wit, Bewty, honor, virtu, vice
Are always valu'd by the price;
For what are lips, and eies, and Teeth
Which Bewty fights and Conquers with,
But Rubys, pearles and Diamonds,
With which a Philter Love Compounds?
Or what is Hair but threads of gold
That Lovers Hearts in fetters hold?
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Your eies are not two Pretious Stones
Nor twinkling Stars but radiant Suns,
That Dazle those that looke upon yee
And Scorch all other Ladys tawny.
Your Shining Hair of the same Fleece is
With that of Hev'nly Berenices;
Your Lips no Rubys, but the Staine
Of th' Hev'nly Dragons bloud in graine:
Your Teeth not Pearles but whiter far
Then those of th' heav'nly Dog-star.
Nor twinkling Stars but radiant Suns,
That Dazle those that looke upon yee
And Scorch all other Ladys tawny.
Your Shining Hair of the same Fleece is
With that of Hev'nly Berenices;
Your Lips no Rubys, but the Staine
Of th' Hev'nly Dragons bloud in graine:
Your Teeth not Pearles but whiter far
Then those of th' heav'nly Dog-star.
One who was still as warme with Love
As a Dutch-vrister keeps her Stove,
And weares in winter time between her thighs
To keep her Dyke from freezing with Ice,
But always fayld to hit his mark
Unless it were in Whetstones Park,
Where Lovers Arrows oft Rebound
And those that shoot at Random wound.
As a Dutch-vrister keeps her Stove,
And weares in winter time between her thighs
To keep her Dyke from freezing with Ice,
But always fayld to hit his mark
Unless it were in Whetstones Park,
Where Lovers Arrows oft Rebound
And those that shoot at Random wound.
As Irish Lovers use to make Adress
By Darting Rushes at their Mistresses,
That do more Execution then the Darts
And Bows and Arrows us'd to Conquer hearts.
By Darting Rushes at their Mistresses,
That do more Execution then the Darts
And Bows and Arrows us'd to Conquer hearts.
As Ladys of the Greatest Quality
Make Love themselves to those of less degree.
Make Love themselves to those of less degree.
For Love, that is both man and Beast,
Is equally with Both possest,
And like a Pythagorean Soul,
Run's through al Sort[s] of fish and Foul,
Retaine's a Smack of evry one
He shews his mighty Powr upon;
And when so ere hee's mad and fond
Has something of the vagabond.
Is equally with Both possest,
And like a Pythagorean Soul,
Run's through al Sort[s] of fish and Foul,
Retaine's a Smack of evry one
He shews his mighty Powr upon;
And when so ere hee's mad and fond
Has something of the vagabond.
That in the Game of Ladys Hearts
Know how to pack and Marke the Carts.
Know how to pack and Marke the Carts.
What ere the Devil shee do's ayl
This Bearers Spouse looke's very Pale,
And, by the Culler of her Cheekes,
Eate's cheese of Chalk and bread of Bricks.
[I] know y' have Store of Remedies
[For] maladys much worse then this;
Then, pre'thee, looke among thy bookes
[F]or something that wil Cure her lookes,
[For] hee's asham'd to have it sed
[He] has not had her Maydenhead;
Though, to Confess the truth to you
(Who are my friend), it is too true;
For he is no such sturdy Porter
T' indure a Woman made of Morter;
For, if h' had venturd to have ------ her,
[He'd] be no Husband, but a Doctor;
And he is loath to have his ------
To save his Purse turn Emperique.
Then, Prethee, thinke upon his Case,
And give him something for her face;
For while it looke's so like a Clout
[It] will still be lent and wedding out.
This Bearers Spouse looke's very Pale,
And, by the Culler of her Cheekes,
Eate's cheese of Chalk and bread of Bricks.
[I] know y' have Store of Remedies
[For] maladys much worse then this;
Then, pre'thee, looke among thy bookes
[F]or something that wil Cure her lookes,
[For] hee's asham'd to have it sed
[He] has not had her Maydenhead;
Though, to Confess the truth to you
(Who are my friend), it is too true;
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T' indure a Woman made of Morter;
For, if h' had venturd to have ------ her,
[He'd] be no Husband, but a Doctor;
And he is loath to have his ------
To save his Purse turn Emperique.
Then, Prethee, thinke upon his Case,
And give him something for her face;
For while it looke's so like a Clout
[It] will still be lent and wedding out.
His face on which appeard no bristles
But gentle as the Down of Thistles;
But as those Thistles weare the softest down
To hide their Prickles til th' are grown,
So did that softnes do Lovs Darts
Until it surprizd and piercd their tender hearts.
But gentle as the Down of Thistles;
But as those Thistles weare the softest down
To hide their Prickles til th' are grown,
So did that softnes do Lovs Darts
Until it surprizd and piercd their tender hearts.
That Bewty Nature give's to flowrs
And sweetnes too is Dul to yours,
And that bright Luster which she paints
On Eastern Stones, grows dim and faints,
More glorious then those she limnes
On Tayles of Birds and Eastern Jems.
And sweetnes too is Dul to yours,
And that bright Luster which she paints
On Eastern Stones, grows dim and faints,
More glorious then those she limnes
On Tayles of Birds and Eastern Jems.
That Relique must be most Divine
That's kept in such a bewteous shrine.
That's kept in such a bewteous shrine.
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