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| After long service and a thousand vows (Bristol Drollery) | [19] |
| As Chloe o'er the meadow past (Sir Charles Sedley) | [122] |
| As I traversed to and fro (Academy of Compliments) | [36] |
| As youthful day put on his best (Westminster Drollery) | [63] |
| Away, away! call back what you have said (Corkine) | [88] |
| Be thou joyful, I am jolly (Windsor Drollery) | [87] |
| Beauty, since you so much desire (Campion) | [6] |
| Black eyes, in your dark orbs doth lie (Howell) | [32] |
| Chloris, forbear awhile (Sportive Wit) | [93] |
| Chloris, when I to thee present (Westminster Drollery) | [41] |
| Chloris saw me sigh and tremble (Vinculum Societatis) | [7] |
| Come, be my Valentine (Bishop Andrewes) | [121] |
| Come, my Clarinda, we'll consume (Paulin) | [127] |
| Come, Phillis, let's to yonder grove (Bristol Drollery) | [7] |
| Constant wives are comforts to men's lives (Add. MS. 22601) | [3] |
| Cupid is an idle toy (Folly in Print) | [4] |
| Cupid, thou art a sluggish boy (Mysteries of Love and Eloquence) | [42] |
| Dear Castadorus, let me rise (Jordan) | [53] |
| Dear, I must do (Folly in Print) | [25] |
| Do not ask me, charming Phillis (New Academy of Compliments) | [43] |
| Do not rack my bleeding heart (Ramsay) | [118] |
| Down in a garden sat my dearest love (Wit's Interpreter) | [9] |
| Dunces in love, how long shall we (Rawlinson MS., Poet. 117) | [10] |
| Fair Chloris in a gentle slumber lay (Songs and Poems of Love and Drollery) | [94] |
| Fairest, if you roses seek (Bristol Drollery) | [72] |
| Fairest thing that shines below (New Academy of Compliments) | [109] |
| Gaze not on thy beauty's pride (Carew) | [84] |
| Go and count her better hours (Rawlinson MS. Poet. 206) | [67] |
| Go, fickle man, and teach the moon to range (Hammond) | [124] |
| Hark, my Flora! Love doth call us (Cartwright) | [10] |
| He or she that hopes to gain (Harl. MS. 6918) | [120] |
| He that hath no mistress must not wear a favour (Corkine) | [44] |
| He that intends to woo a maid (Academy of Compliments) | [14] |
| Her dainty palm I gently prest (Marrow of Compliments) | [45] |
| I dream'd we both were in a bed (Herrick) | [40] |
| I have followed thee a year at least (New Academy of Compliments) | [107] |
| I pray thee, sweet John, away (Greaves) | [46] |
| I swear by muscadel (Duke of Newcastle) | [47] |
| I walk'd abroad not long ago (Wither) | [101] |
| I will not do a sacrifice (Wit Restored) | [67] |
| If any hath the heart to kill (Campion) | [99] |
| If my lady bid begin (Academy of Compliments) | [1] |
| If shadows be the picture's excellence (Rawlinson MS. Poet. 199) | [30] |
| In summer time when birds do sing (Harl. MS. 7322) | [79] |
| In summer time when grass was mown (Harl. MS. 791) | [82] |
| Know, falsest man, as my love was (Hammond) | [125] |
| Know, Sylvia, that your curious twist (Songs and Poems of Love and Drollery) | [106] |
| Ladies, whose marble hearts despise (Munsey) | [78] |
| Ladies, you that seem so nice (Henry Lawes' Airs and Dialogues) | [98] |
| Lady, on your eyes I gazed (Wit's Recreations) | [115] |
| Let common beauties have the power (Harl. MS. 6917) | [2] |
| Like to the wealthy island thou shalt lie (New Academy of Compliments) | [13] |
| Lose no time nor youth, but be (Mysteries of Love and Eloquence) | [73] |
| Love in rambling once astray (Wit at a Venture) | [68] |
| Maids they are grown so coy of late (Marrow of Compliments) | [97] |
| Methought the other night (Jones) | [34] |
| My days, my months, my years (Attey) | [15] |
| My love hath vowed he will forsake me (Campion) | [95] |
| My love in her attire doth show her wit (Davison's Poetical Rhapsody) | [12] |
| My mistress sings no other song (Jones) | [16] |
| Naked love did to thine eye (Sherburne) | [114] |
| Nature, that wash'd her hands in milk (Sir Walter Rawleigh) | [76] |
| Nay pish! nay phew! nay faith and will you? fie! (Sportive Wit) | [49] |
| Nay, Silvia, now you're cruel grown (Rawlinson MS. Poet. 94) | [21] |
| No, Sylvia, 'tis not your disdain (Songs and Poems of Love and Drollery) | [39] |
| O how oftentimes have I (Harl. MS. 7332) | [111] |
| Once I must confess I loved (Wit Restored) | [83] |
| Once and no more: so said my life (Wit's Interpreter) | [29] |
| Phillis, for shame, let us improve (Westminster Drollery) | [105] |
| Pish, modest sipper, to't again (New Academy of Compliments) | [69] |
| Poor Celia once was very fair (Flatman) | [90] |
| Pretty nymph, why always blushing (Wit's Cabinet) | [110] |
| Shall we die (Westminster Drollery) | [74] |
| Sighs, blow out those flames in me (Rawlinson MS. Poet. 199) | [119] |
| Silvia, now your scorn give over (Vinculum Societatis) | [96] |
| Sleepy, my dear? Yes, yes, I see (Wit's Interpreter) | [17] |
| Sol shines not th[o]rough all the year so bright (Bristol Drollery) | [18] |
| Some men desire spouses (Weelkes) | [104] |
| Still to affect, still to admire (Harl. MS. 6917) | [3] |
| Sweet, exclude me not, nor be divided (Campion) | [52] |
| Sweet Jane, sweet Jane, I love thee wondrous well (New Academy of Compliments) | [48] |
| Sweet Philomel, in groves and desarts haunting (Jones) | [62] |
| Take Time, my dear, ere Time takes wing (Melpomene) | [102] |
| There is not half so warm a fire (Choice Drollery) | [71] |
| Thine's fair, facetious, all that can (Wit's Interpreter) | [28] |
| Though that no god may thee deserve (Marrow of Compliments) | [60] |
| 'Tis not, dear Love, that amber twist (Wit Restored) | [113] |
| 'Tis not how witty nor how free (Wit's Interpreter) | [61] |
| 'Tis true your beauty, which before (Wit's Recreations) | [86] |
| To bed ye two in one united go (Baron) | [117] |
| To her whose beauty doth excel (Wits Interpreter) | [75] |
| Two lovers sat lamenting (Corkine) | [91] |
| Under the willow-shades they were (Davenant) | [89] |
| Underneath this myrtle shade (Windsor Drollery) | [26] |
| What though Flora frowns on me (Tixall Poetry) | [108] |
| When doth Love set forth desire? (Academy of Compliments) | [100] |
| When first Amyntas sued for a kiss (D'Urfey) | [103] |
| When I do love I wish to taste the fruit (Harl. MS. 6917) | [5] |
| When Phœbus first did Daphne love (John Dowland) | [55] |
| Why is your faithful slave disdain'd (Banquet of Music) | [59] |
| Why, Nanny, quoth he. Why, Janny, quoth she. (Oxford Drollery) | [23] |
| Why should passion lead thee blind (Harl. MS. 791) | [56] |
| Would you be a man of fashion (Tixall Poetry) | [116] |
| Would you know earth's highest pleasure (Tixall Poetry) | [116] |
| Yes, I could love if I could find (Malone MS. 16) | [57] |
| You nimble dreams with cobweb wings (Sloane MS. 1792) | [51] |
| You that in the midst of night (Ashmole MS. 38) | [58] |
| Your smiles are not as other women's be (Townsend) | [126] |
SPECULUM AMANTIS.
From The Academy of Compliments, 1650.
IF[2] my lady bid begin,
Shall I say "No: 'tis a sin"?
If she bid me kiss and play,
Shall I shrink, cold fool, away?
If she clap my cheeks and spy
Little Cupids in my eye,
Gripe my hand and stroke my hair,
Shall I like a faint heart fear?
No, no, no: let those that lie
In dismal prison, and would die,
Despair and fear; let those that cry
They are forsaken and would fly,
Quit their fortunes; mine are free:
Hope makes me hardy, so does she.
From Harl. MS. 6917. fol. 38.
LET common beauties have the power
To make one love-sick for an hour,
Perhaps for one whole day or two;
But so to captivate a heart
As it should never, never part,
None hath that art
But only you.
Let meaner beauties have the skill,
By tempering hopes with fears, to kill
And by degrees a heart undo;
But with a sweet, yet tyrant, eye
At once to bid one look and die,
None hath that power
But only you.