Loves schoole Publii Ovidii Nasonis de arte amandi, or, The art of loue.

Loues Schoole .

PVBLII OVIDII NASONIS DE ARTE AMANDI . Or The Art of Loue .

Gedruckt tot Amsterdam by Nicolas Iansz . Visscher .

PVBLII OVIDII NASONIS DE ARTE AMANDI : OR , The Art of Loue . The Proheme or Introduction . IF there be any in this multitude , That in the art of Loue is dull and rude , Me let him reade , and these my lines rehearse , He shall be made a Doctor by my verse . By art of sailes and oares Seas are diuided , By art the Chariot runnes , by art Loue 's guided : By art are bridles rein'd in , or let slip : Typhis by art did guide the Hemonian ship . And me hath Venus her Arts master made , To ●each her Science , and set vp her trade : And time succeeding shall call me alone , Loue 's expert Tiphis and Antomedon . Loue in himselfe is apish and vntoward , Yet being a childe , I le whip him when he 's froward : Achilles in his youth was taught to run On the stringd Lute a sweete diuision . Art on his rude and 〈…〉 Instructing him in old 〈…〉 He that so oft his friends , 〈…〉 Made quake and tremble when 〈…〉 disclose . His furious rage was knowne to be a Sutor , And with submission kneele vnto his Tutor : Aeneides by Chiron was instructed , And by my art is Loue himselfe conducted , Both goddes sonnes , Venus and Thetis ioyes , Both shrewd , both waggish , and vnhappy boyes : Yet the stiffe Bulls necke by the yoake is worne , The proud Steed chewes the bit which he doth scorn And though Loues darts my own heart cleaues asunder , Yet by my art the wag shall be kept vnder , And the more deepe my flaming heart is found , The more I will reuenge me of my wound : Sacred Apollo witnesse of my flame , Behold , thy arts I do not falsly clame , Of Clios sisters , loe I take no keepe , That in the vale of Ascafeede their sheepe . Proud skie I teach of what I haue bene taster , Loue bids me speake , I le be your skilfull master : And what I speake is true , thus I begin , Be present at my labours loues faire Queene . Keepe hence you modest maides & come not neare , That vse to blush and shamefast garments weare , That haue scant ruffes & keepe your haire vnseene , Whose feete with your white aprons couered bene , For Vertas virgins here no place is left , My muse sings Venus spoiles and Loues sweete theft , What kinde affections louers thoughts do pierse , And there shall be no fault in this my verse . FINIS .

THE FIRST BOOKE . FIrst thou that art a Freshman and art bent , To beare Loues armes and follow Cupids tent , Find whom to loue , the next thing thou must doe , Learne how to speake her faire , to pleade and woe : Last hauing wonne thy Mistris to thy lure , ●e teach thee how to make that loue endure , This is my aime , I le keepe within this space , And in this road my Chariot wheele shall trace . Whilst thou liuest free and art a Batcheler , The loue of one aboue the rest preferre : To whom thy soule sayes , you alone content me , But such a one shall not from heauen be sent thee . Such are not dropt downe from the azure skies , But thou must seeke her out with busie eyes : Well knowes the Huntsman where his toyle to set , And in what donne the Boare his teeth doth whet : Well knowes the Fowler where to lay his gin , The Fisher knowes what poole most fish are in , And thou that studiest to become a louer , Learne in what place most Virgins to discouer . I do not bid thee sayle the Seas to seeke , Or trauell farre to find one thou dost like , Like Perseus that among the Negroes sought , And faire Andromade from Inde brought : Or Paris who to steale that dainty peece , Trauelld as farre as betwixt Troy and Greece , Behold the populous Citie in her pride , Yeelds thee more choise then all the world beside . More eares of ripe corne growes not in the fields , Nor halfe so many boughes the Forrest yeelds : So many greene leaues growes not in the woods , Nor swimme so many fish in the salt floods . So many Starres in heauen you cannot see , As here be prettie wenches , Rome , in thee . Faire Venus in the Citie of her sonne , Is honoured with Aeneas first begun . If in young Lasses thou delight , behold , More Virgins thou maist see then can be told : If women of indifferent age will ease thee , Amongst a thousand thou maist choose to please the● If ancient women , in the Citie bee Matrons admired for their grauitie : To find a Matron Widdow or young Maide , Walke but at such time vnder Pompeies shade , When as the Sunne mounts on the Lions backe , And store of all degrees thou shalt not lacke : Or to that marble walke which was begun , And ended by a Mother and her Sonne . Abroad , at noone , betimes , or euening late , That day which we to Luna consecrate , Or to the fiftie sisters Belus daughters , That all saue one made of their husbands slaughter● Or that same holliday we yearely keepe , In which faire Venus doth for Adon weepe , Or in the Seuenth day sacred more then all , Which the Iewes nation do their Sabboth call : Or to the Miemphian Church where many a ●ow , Is made to the Aegyptian Isis and her cow : Or to the market place which way is short , Women of all estates do there resort , Repaire else to the pulpets , euen the same In which our learned Orators declaime , Here often is the pleaders tongue stroke dumbe By those attractiue eyes that thither come . There he to whom anothers cause is knowne , Speaking of that , wants words to pleade his owne , Venus reioycing smiles to see from farre , The Lawyer made a Client at the barre : But most of all I would haue thee stir , At the play time vnto the Theater , Where thou shalt find them thick in full great nomber , The matted seates and the degrees to comber , Amongst that goodly crew thou maist behold , Whom thou both lou'st , suest to , & faine would hold , ●ooke as the laden Ants march to and fro , ●nd with their heauie burdens trooping go : ●r as the Bee from flower to flower doth flie , ●earing each one her hony in her thigh : ●nd round about the spatious fields do stray , ●o do the fairest women to a play : ●hat I haue wondered how it could include , ●f beauties such a gallant multitude . ●here many a Captiue looke hath conquered bene ▪ ●hither sole armed to see and to be seene . ●reat Romulus thou first these playes contriues , ●o get thy widdowed souldiers Sabines wiues , 〈◊〉 those dayes from the marble house did waue , ●o saile , no silken flag , no ensigne braue : ●●e tragicke stage in that age was not red , ●here were no mixed colours tempered : Then did the Seane want Art , the vnready stage , Was made of grasse and earth in that rude age . Round about which the boughes were thickly placed The people did not think themselues disgraced : Of tuffe and heathy Sods to haue their seates , Made in degree of sods and massie peates . Thus plac'd in order , euery Romane pride , Into his Virgines eyes , and by her side Sate him downe close , and seuerally did moue , The innocent Sabine women to their loue . And whilst the Piper Theuscus rudely playde , And by their stamping with his foote had made , A signe vnto the rest , there was a shout , Whose shrill report peirst all the ayre about . Now with a signe of rape giuen from the king , Round through the house the lu●tie Romanes fling : Leauing no corner of the same vnsought , Till euery one a frighted Virgine caught . Looke as the trembling Doue the Eagle flies , Or a young Lambe when he a Woolfe espies : So run these poore girles , filling the ayre with shreik Emptying of all the colour in their pale cheekes . One feare possest them all , but not one looke , This teares her haire , she hath her wits forsooke . Some sadly sit , some on their mothers call , Some chafe , some flye , some stage , but frighted all . Thus were the rauisht Sabines blushing led , Becoming shame vnto each Romanes bed : If any striu'd against it , strait her man , Would take her on his knee , whom feare made wan . And say , why weepest thou , sweet , what ailst my dea● Dry vp those drops , these clouds of sorrow cleare . I le be to thee , if thou thy griefe wilt smother , Such as thy father was vnto thy mother . Full well would Romulus his souldiers please , To giue them such faire Mistresses as these . If such rich wages thou wilt giue to me , Great Romulus thy souldier I will be . From that first age the Theater hath bin , Euen like a trap to take faire wenches in : Frequent the Tiltyard , for there oft-times are , Clusters of people thronging at the barre . Thou shalt not need , there with thy fingers becken , Of wincking signes , or close nods do not recken : But where thy Mistris sits , do thou abide , Who shall forbid thee to attaine her side . As neare as the place suffers , see thou get , That none betwixt thee and her selfe be set . If thou beest mute and bashfull I will teach , How to begin , and breake the ice of speech : Aske whose that horse was , what he was did guide him , Whence came he , if he well or ill did ride him . Which in the course or barriers best did do , And whom she likes , him do thou fauor to . When thou espiest where Romes best gallants sit , Applaud faire Venus , with thy Mistris hand it : If dust by chance vpon her garments fall , Looke with thy readie hand thou brush it all . And though none fall , yet looke that without scoffe Thou with thy dutious hand beate that none off . And let the least occasion shew thy dutie , None can be too seruile vnto beautie . ●f her loose garments hang downe that the skirt , Licke vp the dust , or fall into the dirt : Officious be , to lift it vp againe , And from the sluttish earth do beare her traine . Happly thy dutious guardian such may be , That thou her foote or well shapt legmaist see . Beware that none behind her rudely crush her , Or with his hard knees or his elbowes brush her : Small fauours womens light thoughts captiuate , And many in their loues make fortunate , Beating the dust or fanning the fiesh aire , Or to her wearie soote but adde a staire . Such diligence and dutie often proues , Great furtherance to many in their loues . Within these lists hath Cupid battaile sounded : And he that makes men wounds , himselfe bin wounded ▪ As carelesse of himselfe he pries about , To know which conquerors of the Champions stout , He feeles himselfe pierst with a flying dart , And wounded sore , complaines him of his heart . Oh what as●embly did there come to see , Great Caesar stand in all his royaltie : Praysing his prizes in their shouts and skips , Tooke in the Persian and Athenian ships , From both sides of the Seas young Gallants came , And Virgins of all sorts to see the same : Then was the Citie throng'd , who could not find In that faire crew a Saint to please his mind . Oh gods ! how many did kinde fancie driue , Strangers to vs , vs vnto them to wiue : Behold Great Caesar through the whole world famed Will adde vnto the nations he hath tamed . The Easterne kingdomes here to ouerpast , And they of all his Conquests shall be last . See where a stout reuenger comes in armes , Whose haughtie brest the flower of honour warme● That being but a child leades warre in chaines , But more then children can , by warre constraines . Thy birth-day shall by generall accord , With all the newest vertues be ador'd , Thy wisedome which might well become the aged , Shall in the selfe same ranke be equipaged : That all the world may wonder one so young , Hath such a ripe wit , and so queint a tongue . Thy gifts out-strip thy age , whose slow pace lingers . Such was his instant strength , who twixt his fingers Crusht two inuenom'd Snakes being in the cradle , What would he do being mounted in the saddle , As great as Bacchus when his yeares yet greene , Was in his power amongst the Indies seene : Is Caesar Heire vnto his fathers spirit , That his forefathers veitues do inherit . With their auspitious fortunes proudly dight , Wars , and shall vanquish still where he doth figh● : Such be the fates , decree must be his fame That shall wage battell vnder Caesars name , Liue still thou , Youth , of whom thou now art king , With milke white heads and beards thy praises sing , Reuenge thy wronged brothers , thy dead father , And to the wars millions of people gather . Thy father , and thy Countries father too , Case thee in armes gainst thy insulting foe . Thou'bear'st religious armes ; so doth not he , Wrong leades him forth , but Iustice fightes for thee : Behold the Parthians are alreadie slaine , The East yeelds homage to the Latine traine . Caesar and Mars , both gods , his fathers both Be powerfull in his iourney now he goeth . I Prophesie his conquest and his praise , In a rich stile vnto the heauens I le raise : With my field words he shall his armie cheare , Which with their sweet sound shal inchant each ●are . Whilst I the Parthians flight describe at large , Who backward shoote , as flying , their foes charge . And of the Romanes resolution write , In vaine poore Parthian souldiers thou dost fight . Mars the great god of armes , forsake thy droome , In vaine thou hop'●t by flight to ouercome : In what day shalt thou , fairest of all things , Bedeckt with gold , attended on by Kings . And drawne along by foure white snowie steeds , To royalize thy acts and famous deeds . The whilst thy troopes of souldiers round inuirons , The Captaine of the enemie bound with irons : Giuing their legs to keepe them from the flight , Which they before did practise in their fight . The ioyfull young men mingled with sweete lasses , Will croud and presse to see him as he passes . And now being met , no sweete occasion balke , Make speech of any thing to enter talke : Though ignorant in all things , all things know , And take vpon thee to explaine each show . As thus she Euphrates that first proceeds , Hauing her head bound with a reath of reeds : Call the next Tigris with her haire all blew , Maides may be slattered , to thinke fained things true Say this presents Armenia , Denae she , In the next place let Achemonia be . That man 's a conquerour , captiues they that tremble , Speake truly , if thou canst , if not dissemble . Thence if you go to banckquet and sit downe , To tast sweet Viands or to drinke around , There may thy thoughts vnto my art incline , Obseruing loue , more then the crimson wine . Cupid himselfe alwayes inured to rapes , Hath with his owne white hand prest Bacchus grapes . Vntill his wings with sprinkled wine made wet , He heauy sits and sleepes where he is set ▪ The dew from off his feathers soone he shakes , Which from his drowned wings the dry aire takes . But from his brest so soone he cannot driue , Loue sprinkled there , though nere so much he striue . Wine doth prepare the spirits , heates the braine hot , Expels deepe cares , makes sorrowes quite forgot : Moues mirth , breeds laughter , makes the poore man proud , And not remembring need to laugh aloud : Sets ope the thoughts , doth rudenes bannish , Refineth arts , and at wine sight woes vanish . In wine hath many a young mans heart bin tooke , And borne away in a faire wenches looke . In wine is lust and rancknes of desire , Ioyne wine and loue , and you adde fire to fire : Choose not a face by torch-light , but by day , Onely grosse faults such splendors can bewray . Tivst no made lights , they will deceiue thine eye , Thou canst not iudge by torch-light , or in twie , At the broad noonetide , when the Sun shin'd rarest , Did Paris say to Hellen thou art fairest . The night hides faults , the midnight hower is blind , And no mishapt deformitie can find . Stones and dyed Scarlet by the day we chuse , The broad day and bright sunne in beautie vse : Sometimes vnto those places taske thy feete , Where the faire forrest hantresses do meete . In number more then sea sands , else prepare , To the warme bathes , where many a female are : There some or other hurt by Cupids stroke , Where troubled waters with warme brimstone smoke Mistakes the wounds , cause and exclaming raues , Not blaming Loue , but those vnholsome waues . See where Dian●es grouie Temple stands , Where kingdoms haue bin won by slaughtring hands Because ●he Cupid loathes , and liues chast still . Much people he hath slaine , and much shall kill : Thus farre my Muse hath sung in diuers straines , Where thou maist find fit place to set thy traines , My next endeauour is to lay the ground , To atchieue and win the Mi●tris thou hast found . Be prompt and apt , you that shall reade my lines , And vse attention to their disciplines , The first strict precept I enioyne your sence , Needfull to be obseru'd is conscience : Be confident , thy sute being once begun , And build on this , they all are to be wonne . First shall the birds that welcome in the spring , All mute and dombe for euer cease to ●ing : The sommer Ants leaue their industrious paines , And from their full mouthes cast their loaded gaines . The swift Menation hounds that chasing are Shall frighted runne backe from the trembling hare , Before a wanton wench , once tempted by thee Poore foole , shall haue the hard heart to deny thee , Stolne pleasure which to men is neuer hatefull , To women , is now and at all times euer gratefull : The difference is , a Maide her loue will couer , Men are more impudent and publicke louers : T is meet we men should aske the question still , Should women do it , it would become them ill . The Heifers strength being once ripe and mellow , After the Bull she through the fields will bellow . The Mare neighes after the couragious Steed , But humane lust doth not so much exceed . Our flame hath lawfull bonds , keepe time & season , Not bestiall made like theirs , but mixt with reason . Should I of Biblis speake , whose hot desi●e Doth to the brothers lawlesse bed aspire : And when the incestuous deed shee well suspende●● , With resolution her sweete life she endeth : Mirrha the loue of her owne father sought , Affecting him , but not as daughters ought : Her bodie in a tree rough rinde appeares , And with her sweet and odorifrous teares , Our bodies we perfume , these are the same , Mirrh of their mistris Mirrha that beares the name In Ida of tall tree and Cedars full , There fed the glorie of the heard , a Bull : Snow white , saue twixt his hornes one spot ther● grew , Saue that one staine he was of milkie hew , This Bullocke did the Heifers of the groues , Desire to beare as Prince of all their droues , But most Pasiphae with adulterous breath , Enuies the louely Heifers to the death : I speake knowne truth , this cannot Creet deny , With all her hundred Cities built on hie . T is said that for this Bull the doating Lasse , Did vse to top fresh boughes and mow young grasse , Nor was the amorous Cretan Queene afeard , To grow a kind Companion to the heard : Thus through the Campaigne she is madly borne , And a wilde Bull to Minos giues the horne . T is not for brauery he doth loue or loath thee , Then why , Pasiphae , dost thou so richly cloth thee ▪ Why dost thou thus thy face and lookes prepare , What makst thou with thy glasse ordring thy haire , Vnlesse thy glasse could make thee seeme a Cow , And how can hornes grow on that tender brow ? If Minos please thee , no adulterer seeke thee , Or if thy husband Minos do not like thee : But thy lasciuious thoughts are still increast , Deceiue him with a man , not with a beast . Thus by the Queene the wilde woods are frequented , And leauing the Kings bed she is contented : To vse the groues borne by the rage of mind , Euen as a ship with a full Easterne wind . How often hath shee with an enuious eye , Look'd on the Cow that by her Bull did lie : Saying , oh wherefore did this Heifer moue , My hearts chiefe Lord , and vrge him to her loue . Behold , how she before him ioyfull skips , And proudly ietting on the greene grasse lips : To please his amourous eye , then charg'd the Queene See in these fields that cow no more be seene . No sooner to her seruants had she spoke , But the poore beast was straite put to the yoake . Some of these strumpet Heifers the Queene slew , And their warme bloud the alters did imbrew . Whilst by the sacrificing Priest she stands , And gripes their trembling entrailes in her hands . Oft praid shee to the gods , but all in vaine , To appease their dieties with bloud of beasts thus Slaine , And to their bowels spake , go , go , be gone , To please him whom I fondly doate vpon . Now doth she wish her selfe Europ● then , To be faire , so pasturing in the fenne , 〈◊〉 a beast in shape , hide , hoofe , and horne , Onely Europa on a beast was borne . At length the Captaine of the Heard beguilde , With a Cowes skin with curious art compilde . The longing Queene obtain'd her full desire , And in the childs birth did bewray the sire : Had Cressa kept her from Thie●tes bed , Shee had not with her child bene banished . Nor Phoebus stopt his Carr that so bright burned , And his Steeds back vnto the morning turned . King Misus daughter that was held so faire , Stole from her fathers head the purple haire : And hanging at the ship was in her fall , Chang'd to a bird in voice , in shape and all . Another Silla was by Circes spels , Made a Sea monster , and in the ocean dwels : Beneath whose navell barketh many a hound , Whose rauenous gulfe like throats ship , and men drownd . The wisest of great Alcides that by land , Fled the great god of war and did withstand : Neptune by Sea , behold alas she dyes , A wofull and lamented sacrifice : Whose sorrowes only not bright Crusaes flame , Wishing their salt teares might haue quencht the same . Who could but weepe to see young children slaine , Whilst their warme blouds their mothers garments staine , Phanux Annutors daughters she laments , The swift pact hurrying chariot teares and rents . Chiefe mischiefes all by womens lusts engender , Some of their hearts be tough , though most be tender . Womens defires are burning , some contagious , Mens are more temporate , farre & lesse outragious : Then in my art proceed nor doubt to enioy , And win all women be they nere so coy . Vse them by my directions , being learn'd by thee , Not one amongst a thousand will deny thee : Yet loue they to be vrg'd by some constraint , As well in things which they deny as grant : But take thou no repulse , is t not a treasure , To enioy new delights and tast fresh pleasure . Vari●tie of sweets are welcome still , And acceptablest to a womans will : They thinke that corne best in anothers field , Their neighbors goate the sweetest milk doth yeeld . But first ere siedge be to thy Mistris laid , Practise to come acquainted with her maid : She can prepare the way , seeke thy redresse , And by her meanes thou maist haue sweete accesse . To her familiar ear● your counsels show , And all your priuate pleasures let her know : Bribe her with gifts , corrupt her with reward , With her that 's easie which to thee seemes hard , She can choose times , so times Phy●itions keepe , When in thy Mistris armes thou safe maist sleepe , And that must be when she is apt to yeeld , What time the ripe corne swels within the field , When banisht sorrowes , from her heart remoue And giues mirth place , she lies broad wake to loue . Whilst Troy was pensiue , 't was well fenc'd and kept , But then betrayd when they securely slept : Yet sometimes proue her , when thou findst her sad , Mourning her owne wrong with some vsage bad . Follow that humour with thy fluent tongue , Shee 'll grace thee to reuenge her former wrong : Her may the industrious maide betimes prepare , And softly whisper , yet that she may heare , Such wrongs no woman that hath sprit can beare : So shee proceeds to thee , lifts thy praiseshie , Sweare for her chast loue thou art bent to dye , And there step in , and doubt not to preuaile , Yet ere her furious anger hath strooke sail● Rage in that Sea : delay consumes and dyes , Like ice against the Sunne ; no grace despise That from the hand-maide comes ; with all thy powe● Seeke by conuenient meanes her to deflower . She is industrious and made apt for sport , And by her office limits your resort , ●he , if her owne counsell may be closly kept , ●er Ladies due would gladly intercept . ●ll is hap hazard , though it be with paine , ●y counsell is from these things to abstain● . ●will not headlong ouer mountaines tread , ●or following me shall any be misled : ●ut of the maide by whom thou send'st thy letter , ●ith her care please thee well , with her face better ●egin not therefore with the Maide to toy , ●hy Mistris loue and fauour first enioy . ●ne thing beware , if thou wilt credit Art , ●or let my words amongst the windes depart : 〈◊〉 thou hast mou'd her once , take no de●yall , ●esolue to act , or neuer to make tryall . from feare and blame thou art secure and free , ●s soone as shee pertakes the crime with thee . ●ou see the bird that to the morning sings , ●annot soare high , when she hath lim'd her wings : ●or can the sauage Boare with brisled backe , ●reake through those toyles which he before made slack . ●he fish that glides along the siluer brook , 〈◊〉 quickly drawne , being wounded with the hooke . ●o hauing once but tryde her , make her yeeld , ●nd neuer part , but conquer from the field : ●he fault being mutuall , knowing how she fell , ●he bashfull girle will be asham'd to tell . ●ut she can shew thee in familiar phrase , ●oth what thy vertuous Mistris doth and sayes . ●lwayes be secret , if your guilt appeare , ●will in thy Lady breed perpetuall feare . ●e is deceiu'd , that thinkes all times auaile , ●or Swaines to turne the earth , Seamen to saile : ●ll seasons are not kinde when men should sow , ●imes must be pickt , to haue your graine well gro● . Nor alwayes is the surging ocean fit , That the well fraughted ship may saile in it : Nor is it alwayes time faire girles to woe , Sometimes abstaine , so doth thy Master doe . Omit her birth-day , and those Calends misse , When Mars and Venus both abstaine to kisse : At some forbidden seasons being deckt , With princely tire , vse her with great respect : In the breame winter when that Phades raine , From the sweete worke of Venus most abstaine . Forbeare the like resort amongst thy wenches , When that the tender kidd the ocean drenches : Thou shalt begin euen in that very day , When wofull and lamenting Allia , Lookes on the tragicke earth , made crimson red , With the wilde Romans wounds , which that day ble● Or in the seauenth feast which is held deuine , And honoured by the men of Palestine . Thy Ladyes birth-day Ceremonies make , And superstitiously all workes forsake : Aboue all dayes let that a blacke day be , When thou giuest ought , or she doth beg of thee . You shall haue some into your bosomes creepe , Who iestingly will snatch things they will keepe . And by some slight or pretty wanton suite , To enrich themselues will leaue thee destitute : First shall the Linnendraper bring his wares , And lay his packe wide open , as at Faires . She will peruse them as thou standst her nigh , The whilst the Draper askes what will you buy ? Straite will she craue thy iudgement in the Lawn● Thou by degrees to shew thy skill art drawne : Then will she kisse thee , pray thee she may try it , Thus by her flattery thou art wonne to buy it . Canst thou deny the wanton she will sweare , This guift shall serue her vse for many a yeare : It is now cheape , she hath great need of this , And euery word she mingles with a kisse . Hast thou no coyne about thee , thou shalt send , To intreat it by a letter from thy frend : What ? must I needs present her with this casket , Because that on her birth-day she doth aske it ? Then euery day she wants she will be sworne , That as that very day she 's bred and borne . Or when I see her , how she sadly weepes , And fayning some false losse much seeking keep●s : As if she had let fall some pretious thing , A Iewell from her eare , her hand a ring . What 's that to me , or if I heare her pray , To borrow this or that vntill some day : What 's lent is lost , and to be found no more , Women things borrowed neuer will restore . Ten tongues , as many mouthes cannot impart , Halfe the sleights vsed in the strumpets art . Make loue with letters , and thy money saue , Dato do●● sicut dat mella genista . And let them wax , and inke , and paper haue . Keepe what thou hast , for words good words surrender , For flattery , like falshood euer tender : Faire words are cheape , what more thou giu'st is lost , Flatter , speake faire , 't is done with little cost . Old Priam by intreatie Hector wonne , Which bribed Achilles neuer would haue done : Force is but weake , intreatie hath her odds , So we intreat , but not inforce the gods : A promise is a charme to make fooles fat , Be full of them , promise no matter what : A promise is a meere inchanting witch , By promises 't is an easie matter to be rich . The hope of gaine will keepe thy credit free , Hope is a goddesse false , yet true to thee . Giue her and say , you part on some disdaine , Thou by her looseth , she by thee shall gaine : Be alwayes giuing , but your guift still keepe , And thy delayes in words well harmed steepe . So hath the barren field deceiu'd the swaine , So doth the Gamster loose in hope to gaine : Loue that on euen hands growes is most pure , That which comes gratis longest doth endure . Write first , and let thy pleasant lines salute her , A letter breakes the ice of any suiter : A letter in an apple writ and sent , Wonne faire Cidippe to her louers bent . You Romane Youthes all other toyes resigne , Leaue the seauen liberall Arts and Muses nine : As when you heare an Orator declame , The people iudge , and Senate grace the same . So when the faire maides thou shalt come among ▪ Speake well , and they will all applaud thy tongue . But speake not by the booke , it breeds offence , To Court in strange and ●ustian eloquence : None but a gull such bastard words will praise , Or in his speech vse an inforced phrase . Who but a mad man else with Orations , Plead to his Loue , and woe in declamations : Vse a smooth language and accusto●ed speech , And with no straining discourse loue beseech : As if thou camst to speake a studied part , But as immediatly sent from the heart . If she receiue thy lines , and scornes to reade them , But casting them away , on the ground tread them : Despaire not though , but that she may in time , And will with iudging eyes peruse thy ●ime . In time the ●tubborne Heifers draw the waine , In time the wildest steeds do brooke the raine : Time frets hard iron , in time the plow shares worne Yet the ground soft by which the steele is torne . What 's harder then a stone , or what more soft Then water is , and yet by dropping oft The gentle raine will eate into the flints , And in thtir hard sides leaues impressiue dints . Do but persist the suite thou hast begone , In time will chaste Penelope be wonne : Long was it ere the Citie Troy was taine , Yet was it burnt at length and Priam slaine . Hath she perusde the scroule thou didst indite , And will she not as yet an answer write : Enforce her not , it is enough to thee , That she hath read it , and thy loue doth see . Feare not , if once she reade what thou hast writ , She will vouchsafe in time to answer it . At first perhaps her letter will be sowr , And on thy hopes her paper seeme to lowr : In which she will coniure thee to be mute , ●nd charge thee to forbeare thy hated suite . Tush , what she most forwarnes she most desires , ●n frosty woods are hid the hottest fires . Onely pursue to reape what thou hast sowne , A million to a mite she is thy owne . ●f thou by ch●nce hast found her in some place , ●owne on her backe and vpwards with her face . Occasion smiles vpon thee , thanke thy fate , ●●eale to her besides with a theeuish gate : ●nd hauing wonne , vnto her wisely beare thee , ●ith watchfull care that no Eauesdropper hear● thee . ●r if she walke abroad without delay , W●●n th●● meetest 〈◊〉 abroad . ●e thou a quicke spie to obserue her way . Keepe in her eye , and crosse her in the street , Here ouertake her , at that corner meet : Then come behind her , then outstrip her pace , And now before her , and now after trace . Now fast , now slow , and euer moue some stay , That she may find thee still first in her way , Nor be afraid if thou occasion spie , To iog her elbow as thou passest by . Or if thou happenest to behold from faree , Thy Mistris crossing to the Theater : When thou findest her in the Theater . Hye to the place , being there looke round about thee And in no seate let her be found without thee . No matter though the play thou do not mind , Thou sights enough within her face shalt find : There stand at gaze , there wonder , ●here admire , There speaking lookes may whisper thy desire . Applaud him whom she likes , if thou discouer , In any straine a true well acted louer . Make him thy instance , court her by all skill , If she rise , rise , if she sit , sit thee still : Laugh thou but when she smiles , dye when she lowers And in her lookes and gestures loose thy howers . Thy legs with eating pumice do not weare , Vse no hot irons to crispe and curle thy haire : No spruce starch fashions should on louers waite , Men best become a meere neglected gate . Blunt Theseus came with no perfumes to Creete , And yet great Minos daughter thought him sweet . Phoedra did loue Hippolitus , yet he , Had on his backe no Courtly brauery . Adonis like a woodman still was clad , Yet Venus doated on the louely lad : Goe neat and handsome , comelinesse best pleases , And the desire of women soonest ceases . Vse a meet● gate , thy garments without staine , Keepe not thy face from weather nor from raine : Thy tong haue without roughnes , thy teeth cleare And white , and let no rust inhabite there . Weare thy shooes close and fit , and not to wide , Cut thy haire compasse , euen on either side : Let no disordered haires here and there stand , But haue thy beard trim'd with a skilfull hand . Make blunt thy nailes , pare them & keepe them low Let no stiffe haires within thy nostrils grow : Keepe thy breath sweet and fresh , lest ranke it smell , Such is the aire where bearded gotes do dwell . All other loose tricks and effeminate toyes , Leaue thou to wanton girles and iugling boyes : Behold young Bacchus me his Poet names , He fauours louers , and those amourous flames , In which he hath bene scorcht ; it so fell out , Mad Ariadne straid the I le about : The tale of Theseus and Ariadne . Being left alone within that Desert plaine , Where the brooke Dia pores into the maine . Who making from her rest , her vaile vnbound , Her bare foote treading on the tender ground : Her golden haire dissolued , aloud she raues , Calling on Theseus to the defuged waues . On Theseus , cruell Theseus , whom she seekes , Whilst showers of teares makes furrowes in her cheeks She calls and weepes , and weepes & calls at once , Which might to r●th moue the senceles stones . Yet both alike became her , they all grac'd her , The whilst she striues to call him , or cry faster : Then beates she her soft breast , and makes it groane : And then she cryes , what is false Theseus gone ? What shall I do ? she cryes , what shall I doe ? And with that note she runs the Forrest through . When suddenly her eares might vnderstand , Cimballs and Timbrels toucht with a loud hand : To which the forrest woods and caues resound , And now amaz'd she senceles falls to ground . Behold the Nymphes come with their scattered hair● Falling behind , which they like garments weare . And the light Satires , an vntoward crew , Nearer and nearer to the Virgin drew . Then old Silenus on his lazie Asse , Nods with his drunken pate about to passe . Where the poore Ladie , all in teares lies drown'd Scarce sits the drunkard , but he falls to ground ▪ Scarce holds the bridle fast , but staggering stoopes ▪ Following those giddy Bacchanalian troopes . Who dance the wilde Laualto on the grasse , Whilst with a staffe he layes vpon his Asse . At length when the young Satires least suspect , He tumbling falls quite from his Asses necke : But vp they heaue him , whilst each Satire cries , Ri●e good old father good old father rise . Now comes the god himselfe , next after him , His vine like Chariot driuen with Tigres grimme : Coulou● and voice , and Theseus she doth lacke , There would she fly , and there feare puld her back . She trembles like a stalke the wind doth shake , Or a weake reed that growes besides the lake . To whom the god spake , Lady take good cheare , See one more faithfull then false Theseus here . Thou shalt be wife to Bacchus for a guift , Receiue high heauens , and to the spheares be lift . Where thou shalt shine a starre to guide by night , The wandring seaman in his course aright : This said , lest that his Tigres should a●●ray , The trembling maide , the god his coach doth stay . And leaping from his Chariot with his heels , He prints the sand , with that the Nymph he feeles : And hugging her , in vaine she doth resist , He beares her thence , gods can do what they li●● . Some Hymen sing , and Io cry , So Bacchus with the maide that night doth lye : Therefore when wine in plenteous cups do flow , And thou that night vnto thy loue doth owe : Pray to the god of grapes that in thy bed , The quaffing healths do not offend thy head . In wine much hidden talke thou maist inuent , Loue tricks ●sed in ●●ting and drinking . To giue thy Lady note of thy intent : To tell her thou art hers and she is thine , Thus euen at board make loue tricks in the wine . Nay , I can teach thee though thy tongue be mute , How with thy speaking eye to moue thy suite : Good language may be made in looks and wincks ▪ Be first that takes the cup wherein she drinks . And note the very place her lip did tuch , Drinke iust at that , let thy regard be such . Or when she carues , what part of all the meate ▪ She with her finger tuch , that cut and eate : Or if thou carue to her , or shee to thee , Her hand in taking it touch cunningly . Be with her friend familiar , and be sure , It much auailes to make thy loue endure : When thou drink'st , drinke to him aboue the 〈◊〉 , Grace him , and make thy selfe a thankfull gu●●● . In euery thing preferre him to his face , Though in his function he be nere so base : The course is safe , and doth securenesse lend , For who suspectlesse may not greet his frend . Yet though the path thou tread'st seeme straite and plaine , In some things it is full of ●ubs again● . Drinke sparingly , for my impose is such , And in your singling him take not to much : Carrouse not but with soft and moderate sup● , Carrouse 〈◊〉 to much Haue a regard and measure in your cups . Let both thy feete and thoughts their office know , Chiefly beware of brawling , which may grow By too much wine , from fighting most abstaine , In such a quarrell was Eurition slaine : Where swaggering leades the way mischiefe comes after , Iunkets and wine were made for mirth & laughter , Sing , Sing . if thy voice be delicate and sweet , If thou canst dance Dance . then nimbly shake thy feet . If thou hast in thee ought that 's more then common , Shew it ; such gifts as these most please a woman . Though to be drunke indeed may hurt the braine , Yet now and then I hold it good to faine . Instruct thy lisping tongue sometimes to trip , That if a word misplac'd do passe thy lip : At which the carping presence find some clause , It may be iudg'd that quaffing was the cause . Then boldly say , how happy were that man , That could enfould thee in his armes , and then Wish to embrace her in her sweet hearts steed , Whom in her eare thou rauest to see dead . But when the table 's drawne and she among , The full crew rising thrust into the throng : And tuch her softly as she forth doth goe , And with thy foote tread gently on her toe . Now is the time to speake , be not afraid , Him that is bould both loue and fortune aide . Doubt not thy want of Rhetoricke true loue show , Good words vnwares vpon thy tongue will flow : Make as thy tong could wound thy soule with griefe And vse what Art thou canst to winne reliefe . All women of themselues selfe-loued are , The foulest in their owne conceits are faire : Praise them , they will beleeue thee I haue knowne , A meere dissembler a true louer growne . Prouing in earnest what he fayn'd in sport , Then , oh you Maides , vse men in gentle sort : Be affable , and kind , and scorne eschew , Loue forg'd at first may at the last proue true . Let faire words worke into their hearts as brooks , Into a hollow banke that ouerlooks : The margent of the water praise her cheeke , The coulour of her haire commend and like . Her slender finger and her pretty foote , Her body and each part that longs vnto 't ▪ And women as you hope my stile shall raise you , I charge you to beleeue men when they praise you . For praises please the chastest maides delight , To heare their Louers in their praise to write . Iuno and Pallas hate the Phrigian soile , Where Paris to their beauties gaue the foile . Euen yet they enuy Venus and still dare her , To come to a new iudgement which is fairer . The Peacocke being praised spreads his traine , Be silent and he hides his wealth againe : Horses trapt richly praise them in their race , They will curuet and proudly mend their pace . Large promises in loue I much allow , Nay call the gods as witnes to thy vow : For Ioue himselfe sits in the azure skies , And laughes below at louers periuries . Commanding Eolus to disperse them quite , Euen Ioue himselfe hath falsly sworne some write : By Stix to Iuno , and since then doth show , Fauours to vs that falsly sweare below . Gods surely be gods , we must thinke they are , To them burne incense , and due rights prepare : Nor do they sleepe as m●ny thinke they do , Lead harmelesse liues , pay debts and forfeits to . Keepe couenant with thy friend and banish fraud , Kill not , and such a man the gods applaud . Say women none deceiue , the gods haue spoken , There is no paine impos'd on faith so broken . Deceiue the sly deceiuer they find snares , Fallere fallentem non ●st fraus . To catch poore harmelesse louers vnawar●s . Lay the like traines for them ; nine yeares some faine In Egypt there did fall no drop of raine . When Thratius to the grimme Busiris goes , ●usiris kild Thratius because he was a stranger . And from the Oracle this answer showes : That Ioue must be appeasde with strangers blood ▪ They said Busiris kild him where he stood : And said with all , thou stranger first art slaine , To appease the gods and bring great Egypt raine . Phallaris bull , King Phallaris first said , With the worke-master that the Engine made : Both Kings were iust , death deathes inuenters try , And iustly in their owne inuentions dye . So should false oathes , by right false oathes beguile And a deceitfull girle be caught by wile : Then teach thy eyes to weepe , Weepe to ●er . tears perswade truth And moues obdurate Adamant to ruth . At such especiall times that passing by , She may perceiue a teare stand in thy eye . Or if teares faile , as still thou canst not get them , With thy moist fingers rub thy eyes and wet them . Who but a foole that cannot iudge of blisses , Kisse her . But when he speakes will with his words mixe kisse● . Say she be coy , and will giue none at all , Take them vngiuen , perhaps at first shee 'll brawle . ●triu● and resist her all the wayes she ●an , And say withall away you naughtie man . Yet will she fight like one would loose the field , ●nd striuing gladly be constrain'd to yeeld : ●e not so boisterous , do not speake to hie , ●est by rude hurting of her lips she cry . He that gets kisses with his pleading tongue , And gets not all things that to loue belong : ● count him for a Meacock and a sot , Worthy to loose the kisses that he got . What more then kissing wanted of the game , Was thy meere dastardie , not bashfull shame : They terme it force , such force comes welcome still , What pleaseth them , they grant against their will . Phoebe the faire was forc'd , so was her sister , Yet Phoebe in her heart thank'd him that kist her : There is a tale well knowne how Hecubs sonne , To steale faire Hellen through the streame did run . Venus who by his censure wonne in Ide , Gaue to him in requitall this faire bride : Now for another world doth saile with ioy , A welcome daughter to the King of Troy . The whilst the Grecians are alreadie come , Mou'd with this publicke wrong against Ilium : Achilles in a smok his Sex doth smother , And layes the blame vpon his carefull mother . What makes thou great Achilles tozing wooll , When Pallas in a caske should hide thy skull ? What doth that palme with webs and thrids of gold ▪ Which are more fit a warlike shield to hold ? Why should that right hand rocke and twig contai●● By which the Troiane Hector must be slaine . Cast off these loose vailes and thy armour take , And in thy hand the speare of Pelias shake . Thus Lady-like he with a Lady lay , Till what he was her belly did bewray : Yet was she forc'd : so ought we to beleeue , Not to be so inforst how would she grieue . When he should rise from her still would she cry , For he had arm'd him and his Rocke laid by , And with a soft voice spake Achille stay , It is to soone to rise , lye downe I pray : And then the man that forc'd her she would kisse , What force Deidemeia call you this . There is a kind of feare in the first proffer , But hauing once begun she takes the offer : Trust not to much young man to thy faire face , Nor looke a woman should intreat thy grac● . First let a man with sweet words smooth his way , Be forward in her eare to sue and pray : If thou wilt reape fruites of thy Loues effects , Onely begin 't is all that she expects . So in the ancient times Olimpian Ioue , Made to Heroes suite and wonne their loue : But if thy words breed scorne , a while forbeare , For many what most flies them hold most deare : And what they may haue proffer'd fly and shunne , ●e secret in l●ue . By soft retreat great vantage may be wonne . In person of a woer come not still , But sometimes as a friend in meere good will : Thou camst her frend , but shalt returne her Loue , A white soft hew my iudgement doth disproue . Giue me a face whose coulour knowes no Art , Which the greene sea hath tan'd the Sunne made swart : Beautie is meere vncomely in a Clowne , Beautie not approued in ● man . That vnder the hot Planets plough the ground . And thou that Pallas garland wouldst redeeme , To haue a white face it would ill be seene . Let him that loues looke pale , for I protest , Looke pale . That coulour in a Louer still shewes best : Orion wandring in the woods lookt sickly , Daphne being once in loue lost coulour quickly . Thy leannesse argues loue , seeme sparely fed , Leane . And sometimes weare a nightcap on thy head : For griefes and cares that in afflictions show , Sickly . Weaken a Louers spirits and bring him low . Looke miserably poore , it much behoues , That all that see you , may say , yon man loues : Shall I proceed or stay , moue or disswade ? Friendship and faith of no account are made . Loue mingles right with wrong , friendship despises , And the world faith holds vaine , & sleightly prises . Thy Ladies beautie do not thou commend , Suspect thy friend in ●●ue . To thy companion or thy trustie friend : Least of thy praise enamoured it may breed , Like loue in them with passions that exceed . Yet was the nuptiall bed of great Achilles , Vnstain'd by his deare friend Actorides : The wife of Theseus though she went astray , Was chast as much as in Pirithous Iay. Phoebus and Pallas , Hermoins , Phillades , And the two twins we call Tindarides : Tend to the like , but he that in these dayes , For the like trust acquires the selfe same praise . He may as well from weeds seeke sweet rose buds , Apples of thornetrees , hony from the floods . Nothing is practis'd now but what is ill , Pleasure is each mans God , faith they excell : And that stolne pleasure 〈◊〉 respected chiefe , Which falls to one man by anothers griefe : O mischiefe you young louers , feare not those , That are your open and professed foes . Suspect thy friend , though else in all things iust , Yet in thy Loue he will deceive thy trust . Friends breed true feares , in loue the presence hare , Of thy neare kindsman , brother and sworne mate : I was about to end , but loe I see , How many humorous thoughts in women be . Qu●t capi●a tot sensus But thou that in my Art thy name wilt raise , A thousand humours woe a thousand wayes : One plot of ground all simples cannot bring , This is for vines , here corne , there oliues spring . More then be seuerall shapes beneath the skies , Haue womens gestures , thoughts , and fantasies ? He that is apt will in himselfe deuise , Innumerable shapes of fit disguise . To shift and change like Proteus whom we see , A Lion first , a bore , and then a tree . Some fishes strang●ly by a dart are tooke , These by a net , and others by a hooke : All ages not alike intrapped are , The crooked old wife sees the traine from far . Appeare not learned vnto one that 's rude , Nor loose to one with chastitie indu'd : Should you so do , alas the prettie elues , Would in the want of Art distrust themselues . Hence comes it , their best fortunes some refuse , And the base bed of an inferior chuse : Part of my toyles remaines , and part is past , Here doth my shaken ship her ancker cast . FINIS .

THE SECOND BOOKE . SIng Io P●●an , twice twice Io say , My toyles 〈◊〉 pitch● , & I have caught my pray ▪ Let th● glad Lou●r crowne my head with b●yes And before old blind Hom●r O●id praise . Paris . P●lops . So did King 〈◊〉 sonne exult●ng skip , With the faire rauish'd Hellen in his ship ▪ So did he sing , th●● in his Chariot runne ▪ And Vict●● li●● th● bright Allanta 〈◊〉 . 〈…〉 Yet in the mid-sea farre from any coa●● ▪ 'T is not enough to 〈◊〉 by my new Ar● , To find a Lady that commands thy 〈◊〉 . The reach of my 〈◊〉 is much deeper , By Art thou her shale win , by Art sh●l● keepe 〈◊〉 As difficult it is by Art to blind her ▪ To 〈◊〉 de●●res , as a● th● fir●● to find her ▪ In this consists th● 〈◊〉 of m● skill ▪ Cupid and Venus both assist me still . And gratio●s E●ato my stile prepa●e , T●o● art the muse 〈◊〉 hast of Louers care . I promise wondrous things , I will explaine , How ●ickle thoughts in lo●e may firme r●m●ine . And how the Wag in fetters may be hurl'd , 〈…〉 ●anders rou●d ●bout the world ▪ Ye● is Lo●e light , and hath two wings to fly , 〈◊〉 hard to o●●strip him mounting the skie . The tale of Dedalus & ●is sonne Icarus . What M●●os to his guest alwayes denyed , 〈…〉〈…〉 In which to 〈◊〉 ●he Queene Pasiph●es guilt . Kneeling he say●● ▪ iust Minos end my mones , And let my 〈◊〉 country sh●o●d my bones . Grant me great King , what yet the ●ates deny , And where I haue not liu'd , ô let me die : Or if dread Soueraigne , I deserue no grace , Looke with a piteous eye on my childes face . And grant him lea●e , from whence we are exild● , Or pitty me , if you deny my childe ▪ This and much more he sayes ▪ bu● all in vaine , Both sonne and ●i●e still doth th● King detaine . Which he 〈◊〉 , said , now now 't is fit , To giue the world cause to admire thy wit ▪ The La●● an● S●a ●re watcht by day and night , Nor Land no● S●a lyes open to our ●●ight . Onely the ayre 〈…〉 try , To cut a 〈◊〉 through the 〈…〉 fly : Ioue be auspitio●●●o my 〈◊〉 , 〈…〉 But make this refuge since I can p●epare , No meanes to 〈…〉 Lor● , but 〈◊〉 the ay●● ▪ Make me 〈◊〉 , bring me to the brim , Of the blacke Stygi●● wa●●rs , 〈…〉 Oh humane wit , thou canst inuent much ill , Thou searchest strange a●●s , who would think by skil A heauy man like a light bird should stray , And through the empty heauens find a fi● way . He placeth in iust order all his quills , Whose bottoms with resolued wa●e he fills : Then bindes them with a line , and being f●st tyde , He placeth them like oares on either side . The little Lad the downy feathers blew , And what his father wrought he nothing knew : The waxe he softened , with the strings he playd , Not thinking for his shoulders they were made : To whom his father spake , and then look'd pale , With these swift ships we to our land must saile . All passage now doth cruell Minos stop , Onely the emptie aire he still leaues ope : That way must we , the land and the rough deepe , Doth Minos bar the aire , he cannot keepe . But in the way beware thou set no eye , On the signe Virgo nor Bootes hie : Looke not the blacke Orion in the face , That beares a sword , but iust with me keepe place . Thy wings are now in fastning , follow me , I will before thee fly , as thou shalt see . Thy father mount or stoope , so I arreed thee , Take me thy guide , and safely I will leade thee . If we should soare too neare great Phoebus seate , The melting waxe will not endure the heate : Or if we fly too neare the humid Seas , Our moistened wings we shall not shake with ease . Fly betweene both , and with the gusts that rise , 〈◊〉 thy light body saile amidst the skies : And euer as his little sonne he charmes , He fits the feathers to his tender armes . And shewes him how to moue his body light , As birds do teach their little young ones flight : By this he calls a counsell of his wits , And his owne wings vnto his shoulders ●its . Being about to rise he fearefull quakes , And in his new way his ●aint body shakes : Bu● ere he ●ooke his flight he kist his sonne , Whilst flouds of teares downe by his cheeks did run . There was a hillocke not so high and ●all , As lo●tie mountaines be , nor yet so small : To be with vallyes euen , and yet a hill , From this they both attempt their vncouth skill : The father moues his wings and with respect , His eyes vpon his wandring sonne reflect . They beare a spatious course , and the apt boy , Fearelesse of harmes in his new tract doth ioy : And flies more boldly , now vpon them looks , The fisher men that angle in the brookes . And with their eyes cast vpward frighted stand , By this is Samos Isle on their left hand : With Maxos , Paros , Delphos , and the rest , F●●●elesse they take the course that likes them best . Vpon the right hand 〈◊〉 they forsake , Now Astpelea with the fishie lake : Shadie Pac●inne full of woods and groues , When the rash boy to bold in ventering roues : Looses his guide , and takes his ●●igh● so hie , That the soft waxe against the Sunne doth fry . And the cords slip that made the feathers fast , So that his armes haue power vpon no bl●st : He fearefully from the high clouds lookes downe , Vpon the lower heauens whose curld waues ●rowne . At his ambitious height , and from the skies , He sees blacke night and death before his eyes : Now mel●s the w●●e , his naked armes he shakes , And seeking to catch hold , no hold he takes . But now the naked Lad downe headlong falls , And by the way he father , father calls : Helpe father , helpe he cryes , and as he sp●akes , A violent waue his course of language breakes . The vnhappy father , but no father now , Cryes out aloud , sonne Icarus where art thou : Where art thou Icarus ? where dost thou fly ? Icarus where are ? when strait he doth espie , Vse i● c●armes . The feathers swimme , thus loud he doth exclame ▪ The e●rth his bones , the Sea still keepes his name . Minos could not restraine a man from flight , But wing●● Cupid be he nere so light : He gulls himselfe that seekes to witches craft , No Magick potions . Or with a young colts forehead make a draft . No power in wise Medeus potions dwels , Nor drowned poysons mixt with magicke spels : The power of Loue is not inforc'd by these , For were it so , then had Aersonides , Bene stayd by Phasius , and Vlisse kept , Who stole from Circe while the inchantresse slept . These charmed drugs moues madnesse , hurts the braine To gaine pure loue , pure loue returne againe Mischieuous thoughts eschue to purchase grace , Manners preuailes more then a beautious face . And yet the Nymphes the loue of Nilus seeke , Vse manners . And Homer doats on Nieureus the fai●e Greeke . But trust not thou thy beautie to keepe kind , Thy Mistris seekes the beautie of the mind : All outward beautie fades as yeares increase , Euen so it weares away and waxeth lesse . Beautie in her owne course is ouertaken , The Violet now fresh is , strait forsaken . Nor alwayes do the Lillies of the field , The glorious beauties of their obiect yeeld : The fragrant rose once pluckt the briery thorne , Shewes rough & naked , on which the rose was born ▪ Oh thou most faire , white haires come on apace , And wrinkled furrowes which will plough thy face : Instruct thy soule , thy thoughts haue perfect made , These beauties last till death , all others fade . To liberall Arts thy carefull howers apply , Learne many tongues with their true Euphony : Vlisses was not faire but eloquent , Yet to his Loue the Sea Nymphes did consent . How often did the Witch his stay implore , Making the Seas vnfit for saile or oare : She praid him oft , because he spake so well , Ouer and ouer Troyes sad fate to tell . Whilst he with pithy words and fluent phrase , Recites the selfe same story diuers wayes : Calipso as they on the Seabanke stood , Casting their eyes vpon the neighbouring flood ; Desires the fall and blouddy acts to heare , Wrought by the Ordrision Captaines sword & speare Then holding twixt his fingers a white wand , Wha● she requests he drawes vpon the sand . Here 's Troy quoth he , and then the walls he paints , Thinke Simois this , imagine these my tents : There was a place in which Dolon was slaine , About the vigill watch , when with the raine , The Hemonian horses play , and as he speakes , To counterfeit that place the sand he breakes . Here Scithian R●esus tents are pitcht on hie , This way his horsemen slaine , returned I. More did he draw , when on the suddaine low , A clyming waue the shore doth overflow . And as her drops amidst his workes doth fall , It washt away his tents , his Troy and all : To which the Goddesse , dares Vlisses try , These sencelesse violent waues that clime so hie . And wilt thou with these waters be ●●noyed , By which so great names are so soone destroyed . Then trust no idle shape , it will decay , Seeke inward beautie , such as lasts for aye : Sweet affability Be affable . will enter farre Into a womans breast , when scorne breeds war . We hate the hawke and loath her flesh to eate , Because by rapine she doth get her meate . The Woolfe we hunt , and enuy all her stocke , Because the Lamb● she kils , and spoyles the flocke : But none the gentle Swallow layes to catch , The louing stocks within our turrets hatch . Away with quarrels , Shun strife . bitter words , rough deeds , Loue with kind language and faire speeches speeds . Strife makes the married couple often iarre , The man with wife , the wife with man to warre : Leaue braules to wiues , they are their marriage dower , And with kind words salute thy Paramore . When by appointment you shall meet in bed , By the lawes done , you are not thither led : Strict statutes from such actions still withdraw , Yet your abounding loue supply the Law . Bring louing Be louing . spe●ches to inchant the eare , And mouing words , such as she ioyes to heare : I am not Tutor vnto him that 's rich , My precepts so are not to so high a pitch . The Louer that 's endow'd with gold or ●ee , And comes with gifts , he hath no need of me . He that at euery word can take supply , Hath in that euery word more wit then I : We yeeld to him he that their laps can fill , Teacheth an Art that goes beyond my skill . My Muse instructs poore Louers wanting pelfe , For when I lou'd I was but poore my selfe . Still as my purse no store of crownes affords , I in the stead of rich gifts giue faire words : Be fearefull you poore Louers to displease , Be patient to endure , B● patient . things against your ●ase . Things that the rich would scorne , it was my hap , Once as my head lay in my Mistris lap : To grow inrag'd , when straite I fell to beate her , To touse her ordered locks and ill intreat her . But what ensude oh God , much griefe it cost me , Many sweet dayes , many sweet nights it lost me . Whether I toucht her cloathes I might deny , She sayes I tore them , I some new must buy : You Schollers by your Masters harmes beware , These ills by him already prooued are . Make against the Part●ians warre , but to thy Loue Being concord peace , and all things that can moue : Though at the first you find him but vntoward , Beare it , and she in time will proue lesse froward . The crooked arme that from the tree is cut , By gentle vsage is made straite , but put : Such violence is it as thy strength deliuers , And thou wilt breake the short wood into shiuers . By industrie thou maist oreswimme a floud , Whose raging currant else is scarce withstood : By industrie the Tigers gently grow , And the wilde Lions may be tamed so . The sauage Bull whose fierce ire doth prouoke , By industrie is brought vnto the yoake : Arcadian Atalanta was most cruell , At length came one whom she esteem'd her Iewell . Oft wept Hippomanes at his mishap , And her seuerity who sought to intrap Her harmeles Louers , oft at her fierc● becke , He laid betwixt his shoulders and her necke . The ioyles for sauage beasts , and with his speare , He pierst such vntam'd cattell as came neare : To such hard taskes I do not thee compell , To arme thy body against Monsters fell . In the wilde wildernesse to seeke out broyles , Nor on thy necke to beare the guilefull toyles . My imposition is not so seuere , No such aduentures are enioyned here . This onely meanes all dangers will disperse , Humo● her . Yeeld her her humour when she growes peruerse : What she in conference argues , argue thou , What she approues , in selfe same words allow . Say what the sayes , deny what she denyes , If she laugh , laugh , if she weepe wet thine eyes . And let thy countenance be to thine a law , To keepe thy actions and thy lookes in awe : Or if thou hand to hand shalt play at dice , Loose to her at game . At tables or at chests by some deuice , Let her depart the Conquerour else 't were sinne , What gladly thou wouldst loose , that let her win . Let thy officious hand then beare her fan , Beare her fanne . When thou shalt chance her through the streets to man : Make thy supporting arme to hers a stay , Through throngs and pres●es vsher her the way : As she ascends her bed set her a staire , By which to clime and euery thing prepare : That she may see them done without offence , Reach thou her pantafles or take them thence . And standing by to watch her while she rests , Warme thy cold hands betwixt her panting breasts : Nor thinke it base , ' t will please though it be base , To hold the glas●e vnto thy Mistris face . He that deseru'd within those heauens to tarry , Hercules . Which he before vpon his backe did carry . Performing more then Iuno could command him , So strong , that no fierce monster could withstand hi● Euen he Alcides Ioles grace to win , Shapt like a woman did both card and spin . Go thou , and in his seruill place proceed , And gaine as faire a Mistris for thy meed : Art thou enioyn'd at such an hower to be , In the great Forum where she wai●es for thee . Hasten thy weary steps and thanke thy fate , Come there betimes , depart not thence till late : Bids she thee go , all busines●e lay apart , Run , till with extreame heate thou melt thy heart . Sups she abroad , and wants she one to attend her , Backe to her lodging , it will not offend her : To waite her at the same place in the porch , And light her home directly with a torch : Is she in the Country , and commands thee come , Hast thou no coach , vpon thy ten toes run . Let neither winter blasts nor stormes of haile , Nor the hot thirstie dogstarre let thee-faile : Shun neither heate nor cold , but see thou go , Though euery step , thou tread'st knee deepe in snow Loue is a kind of war , all such depart , As beare a timerous or a slothfull heart . Nights , winters , long waies , watching griefe in millions , Torments Loues souldiers in their soft pauillions : On ●old ground thou must lye , beare many a showr , When the heauens open , and the floudgates powr . So Phoebus when Admetus sheepe he kept , In a thatcht Cotrage on the cold flower slept . What Phoebus did , who may it not beseeme , Better then Phoebus of himselfe esteeme : What mortall louer dare , then sloth despise , You that confirm'd and lasting loue deuise . ●f at the outward gate a watch stand centy , Hazard for her . Or say the bolts or locks deny thee entry : Search some strange passage , through a casement crall , Or by a cord downe from the chimney fall . Thee in her louing armes she straite will take , Reioycing thou wouldst hazard for her sake : Euery vaine feare and danger thou dost proue , Is a sure pledge and token of thy loue : Oft had L●ander without Hero slept , To find his Loue into the Sea he leapt . Thinke it no shame the fauour to deserue : Of euery Maide , that doth thy Mistris serue : To vse her Maides . Salute them by their names in curteous sort , For these are they that can preferre thy sport . And more and more into their grace to grow , Some trifling gifts on each of them bestow : Especially regard her smiles or frownes , Whose office is to brush her Mistris gownes . To her make meanes , for she is groome porter , Both to her bed , and such as do resort her : Great and rich gifts I do not bid thee send her , What gifts to send her . I meane thy Loue , but knacks of value slender : As when the orchard boughes are clag'd with fruite , In some choise dish from thence commend thy suite . And let the little Page that beares them say , Though thou perhaps hast bought them by the way : These pares , or plums , or grapes which I present you As his fi●st fruits were by my Mistris sent you . Or be they hazell nuts , or chesnuts great , Euen such as Amarillis lou'd to eate . Or a young Turkie , these will shew thy hart , These gifts send freely , lay thy gold apart : Such presents neuer bring men to dispaire , To vntimely age , or to tormenting care . O let them amongst others rot and perish , That hate mens persons , and their presence cheri● What shall I bid thee send her , Send her verses . meetred ●imes , Alas , they find small honour in these times . Verses they praise , but gould they most require , If rich , though barbarous , he commands desire : This is the golden age , not that of old , Both life and honour are now bought with gold , Though Homer bring the Muses in the traine , Yet without gold he may retire againe : Some girles there be , but they be passing few , Worthy to rancke amongst the learned crew . Others vnlearned there are , yet would be held , As if in skill and iudgement they excel'd : Both let thy verses praise , and in a stile , Of sweetest posie their worthes compile . Perhaps thy laboured lines they may esteeme , And like a slight gift thy sweet verses seeme : What thou intend'st to do by some fine feate , Note . Cause of thy Lady may of thee intreate . Art thou by couenant tide , and must it be , That thou of force must set thy seruant free : Contriue it so , that it she dare protest , Thou hadst not freed him but at her request . Art thou for any rash offence asswag'd , So make thy peace , that she may be engag'd : Do as thy profit leades thee , and yet so , That she for euery thing thou dost may owe . And thou that hast attain'd by passions deepe , Thy Ladies grace , Praise her ●t●ire . and wouldst her fauour keepe : Make her beleeue still when thou view'st her feature Through all the world she is the fairest creature . If cloth of Tire she weare , that habit laud , Her Tirrian vesture with thy tongue applaud . ●●ilke which we from rich Arabi● trafficke , ●●eare such attire cannot be ●ound through Affrick . ●cloth of gold she weare , tush gold is base , ●ou compare her habite to her face : ●n the cold she but a freeze gowne weare , ●en her perfection makes that garment deare . ●he compleatly drest , as rapt with ioy ? ●ry out aloud , my heart burnes bright as Troy . ●oth she aboue her forehead part her haire ? ●hat louely seene doth make her twice as faire : 〈◊〉 her curld locks in carelesse tresses dangled ? 〈◊〉 these crispe knors thy heart must be intangled . 〈◊〉 she doth dance , Her danting . admire her actiue feete , 〈◊〉 sing , then wonder at her voice so sweet . ●ut when she ceasseth , Her voice . either then complaine , ●treating her to try her skill againe . ●o this , and were her heart as hard as brasse , ●r more obdurate then Medus●es was . ●et she in time shall be compeld to yeeld , ●nd thou depart a Conquerour from the field : ●nely beware o● too apparant flattery , 〈◊〉 will destroy the siedge and tedious battery . ●issembling with Art , tempered much imports , ●lse from all ●ature credit it dehorts : 〈◊〉 Autumne when the yeare is in his pride , ●nd the grape full with wine , red's on the side , ●hen the cleare aire keepes a deuided seare , ●ffording sometimes cold , and sometimes heate . ●omen are prone to loue healthfull and quicke , ●ut if by chance thy Lady be falne●●icke , ●ake both thy loue , zeale , faith , & all things cheape , ●hen sow what with full sickle thou maist reape . ●ast all about her longing thoughts to please , ●eeme not as if thou lothest her disease : Imploy thy hand in each thing done to her , These offices euen of themselues will woe her : Let her behold thee weepe as thou standst by , That she may drinke each teare falls from thy eye ▪ Vow many things , but all in publicke stile , Tell her thy pleasing dreames , so make her smile . And let the trembling Nurse , thought fit to watch , Bring in her shaking hand a kindled match ▪ Let her peruse the bed and make it soft , Whilst with thy hand thou turnst & rearst her oft . These are the easie footsteps thou maist ●read , Which haue made way to many a wanton bed : No such faire office can with hate be stayned , Rather by these affection is soone gayned . But minister no drugs of bitter iuyce , Such let the riuall temper to his vse . Now greater gusts must to my Barke giue motion , Being from the shore launcht forth into th' ocean . Young loue at first is weake , and craues forbearing ▪ But in continuance gathers strength by wearing : Yo● moody Bull of whom thou art afraid , Being but a Cal●e thou with his hornes hast playd . That tree beneath whose branches thou dost stand , To shield thee from a storme was once a wand : A Riuer at the first not once a stride , Increaseth as he runs his waters wide . Receiuing in fresh brookes in diuers ranks , Till he in pride haue ouer flowne his bankes : Vse to conuerse with her , the speeder knowes , What strength from ou●●ome & acquaintance grows Frequent her often , Frequen● her . be from her seld away . Keepe in her eare and eye both night and day : And yet sometimes from these thou maist desist , 'T is good one should be asked for being mist. 〈◊〉 absent from her some conuenlent season , Be absen● from her . ●nd let her rest a while it is but reason . ●he field being span'd returnes vs treble gaine , ●frer great drouth the earth carrouses raine : ●illis did loue Demophoon , but not doate , ●ntill she saw his flying ship a floate . ●●nelope her absent Lord did mourne , Vlisset●● 〈◊〉 Laodemeia did till the returne , ●f her deare spouse , but be not long away . ●ares perish , new loue enters by delay . ●hen Menelaus from his house is gone , ●oore Hellen is afraid to lie alone : ●nd to allay these feares lodg'd in her breast , 〈◊〉 her warme bosome she receiues her guest . ●hat madnesse was it , Menelaus say , ●hou art abroad whilst in thy house doth stay , ●nder the selfesame roofe thy guest and Loue , ●adman vnto the Hawke to turne the Doue . ●nd who but su●h a Gull would giue to keepe , ●●to the mountaine woolfe full folds of sheepe , ●ellen is blamelesse , so is Paris too , ●nd did what● thou or I my selfe would do . ●he fault is ●hine , I tell thee to thy face , ●y limiting these Louers time and place : ●rom thee the ●eed of all thy wrongs are growne , ●hose counsell hath , she followed but thy owne . ●las , what should she do , abroad thou art , ●t home thou leau●st thy guest to play thy part : 〈◊〉 lye alone the poore Wench is afraid , 〈◊〉 the next roome an amourous stranger laid , ●er armes are open to imbrace him , he falls in , ●nd Paris I acquit thee of thy finne : ●either the brisled Boare in his fierce wrath , Woman● rage . ●orne by the rauenous dogs more anger hath : Nor the she Lion hid within some ake , Seeking her lost whelpes , hid within some ba●ke ; Nor the short Viper doth more anger threaten , Whom some vnwary 〈◊〉 hath crusht and beaten . Then a fierce woman shewes her ●else in mind , Her dearest in adult erous armes to find . Oh then she 〈…〉 eye burnes apace , And you may see her thoughts 〈…〉 face . Through swords , through flames she rushes , there 's no ill , So grieuous , but she acts it with her will : This breakes all 〈◊〉 loue , though well compounded , This destroyes all , though nere so firmely grounded . Medea did her husbands guilt repaire , And with her bloudy hand Absiretis slay . Yo● Swallow which thou ●eest was such another , Before her transformation a fierce m other : And that her deeds may yet be vnderstood , The feathers of her breast were 〈…〉 bloud . But for all this I taske not thy affection , Of one , and her alone to make election ▪ You Gods defend the 〈◊〉 should proue so deepe , These married men 〈…〉 . Play you the wantons , but being done 〈◊〉 it , 〈…〉〈…〉〈…〉〈…〉 , 〈…〉 . 〈…〉〈…〉 . 〈…〉〈…〉 . ●hilst 〈◊〉 liu'd with one contented , ●is Wife was chast and neuer it repented : ●is secret blowes her heart did so prouoke , ●anting a sword she with the scabbard stroke . ●he heares of Chirses and the many iares , ●bout Liruesis to increase the warrs : ●nd therefore meere reuenge the Lady charmes , 〈◊〉 take Thie●tes in her amourous armes . ●when thou hast gone on thy nightly arrant , ●he act by circumstance peares too apparant : ●eny it steadfastly , what ere they know , ●nd bouldly face them that it was not so . 〈◊〉 not so sad or of too mirthfull cheare , ●est in thy countenance thy deeds appeare : 〈◊〉 thy close meetings vse thy nimble knee , 〈◊〉 may perhaps a bould intruder be . ●nd after so repulsed scale the fort , ●●t venter not too rashly on thy sport : 〈◊〉 any there be by whose vnkilfull motions , ●●u are prescrib'd strange drugs and diuers potions . 〈◊〉 make you lustie they are poysons all , 〈◊〉 infect the body and inflame the gall . ●pper with biting nettleseed they mixe , ●f bastard pellitory some few sticks : ●hich beaten , and in old wine dr●nke vp cleare , ●akes spightfull men aloft their standards beare . ●he Goddesse that beneath high Eripe raignes , Venus . ●nto her pleasure no such bloud constraines : ●hite skallions brought you from Megera eate , ●ith garden sage make sallets to thy meate . ●●ke new laid eggs , fresh hony from the Bees , ●ne apple nuts full ripe , eat such as these : ●his holesome fare breeds nought , corrupt or tragicke , ●hat hath my Art to do with hellish Magicke . Thou that but now wast bid thy guilt to hide , Turnes from that course , boast and in it take prid● Nor blame the lightnesse of thy Tutors mind , You see we do not saile still with one wind . Sometimes the East , and when his furie failes , West North and South by turne doth fill our sail● The Chariot driuer sometimes slakes his raines , Sometimes againe his horses he restraines . Many there be whom calmes much doth blind , And if they find a riuall grow vnkind : Prosperitie makes humane minds grow rancke , Themselues to know , or their great God to thank● Nor is it held an easie taske to find , Men that all fortunes beare with equall mind . As fire , his strength being wasted hides his head , In the white ashes sleeping though not dead . And when a suddaine blast doth come by chance , Sparke fire and light all wake as from a trance : So when with sloth and rest the spirits grow blu● Loue must be quickened euen as fire is wont . Make her to feare , and to looke pale sometime , By shewing her some instance of thy crime : Which she suspected erst in some strange vaines , Must she abide whilst she thy guilt complaines . No sooner the report of this assailes her , But coulor , voice , and euery sence strait failes her Then I am he whose face she madly teares , Whom she desires to haue strait by the eares . 〈◊〉 ate me she must , and yet good God she may not Without me liue she will ( alas ) but cannot . Dwell not vpon this passion , but at length , Make peace , in little time rage gathers strength : By this her white necke with thy armes embrace , Drying the teares that trickle downe her face . 〈◊〉 her yet weeping , her yet weeping show , 〈◊〉 the proud sweets the Queene of loue doth know : ●his makes true concord in her greatest rage , ●hese sports alone her passion can asswage . ●eace goes vnarm'd and knowes no warlike fashions ●his happy peace is knowne amongst all Nations : ●oues by their nombring songs shew their good wils 〈◊〉 now they fought , and now they ioyne their bils . ●he first confused Masse no order knew , ●arth Sea and Heauen , had all one face , one hew : ●rait was the heauens the earths large couering made , ●he shore guirt in the Sea not to inuade . ●●ther in others bounds then Chars ceast , ●●d each thing in their seuer all parts in ●reast : ●he woods receiue the beasts , aire the birds take , 〈◊〉 the Sea choose , and the land forsake , 〈◊〉 wanders in the field and knowes no art , ●eare strength his body rules , meare lust his heart , ●roues were his Cities , shadowy bowes his dwelling ●ater his drinke , all other drinkes excelling . ●●d long it was ere man the woman knew , ●ll pleasure did their appetites pursue : ●nd then vpon these vnknowne sweets she ventred , ●here many an vnsackt fort was scald and entred . 〈◊〉 they had none , no man then plaid the Suter , 〈◊〉 lay with her , they lik'd without a Tutor : ●en so one bird doth with another toy , ●●d the male fish doth with the female ioy . ●●e Hart the Doe doth follow , serpents to 〈◊〉 with the serpents held their feat to do : ●word4 hounds in their adulterate parts are fast , ●●e ioyfull Ewe receiues the Ram at last . 〈◊〉 Cow with loftie bellowing meets the Bull , ●●d the ranke he Gote finds the female trull . The Mare to trie the valiant Horses courage , Swims ouer fords , and doth large pastures forrage : To thy offended Loue giue this strong potion , And perfect friendship strait succeeds the motion ▪ This medicine rightly tooke all hate expells , As I was writing , loe the God of fire , Appeares , and with his thombe he strock his lire : Appeares , and with his thombe he stroke his lire . In his right hand a branch of Lawrell grew , A Lawrell chaplet I might likewise view : Circle his brow , though all men do not know it , This showes the Sunnes God Phoebus is a Poet. Who after mouing of his head thus spake , Mistris of 〈◊〉 , thy amorous Schollers take , And leade them to my temple built on hie , There is an old sunne knowne in euery skie . Which by his Charects doth plainly show , That euery man must learne himselfe to know : Alone he wisely loues that can do so . He that is faire may shew his amorous face , Whose skinne is white to do his coulour grace . Lye naked with his neck and shoulders bare , Let him shun silence , whose discourse is rare . He that sings , sing by Art , that drinks drinke to , By Art , and without cunning nothing do . Let not the learned in their words declame , Nor the vaine Poet prate of his owne fame . So Phoebus warnes , Phoebus himselfe hath said it , And his braue words are worthy to haue credit . To come more neare the Louer that loues wisely , If these my precepts he obserue precisely : Shal reach his wish , th' earth brings not stil increase Ships when the windes keepe ▪ in their course do 〈◊〉 Few be our helpes , but many be our troubles , Small is our furtherance , which our let still doubles : A Louer must endure much griefe besides , For euery Hare in Aetheo that abides . For euery berry that the Oliue yeelds , For euery spike of grasse sprong in the fields : For euery shell strowed on the salt sea shore , Loue hath one griefe to taste , and ten griefes more . Art told that she abroad , but now did wonder , Yet in her window seest her with her Pander . Blame thou thine eyes , for it shall much auaile thee , Thinke not that newes , but that thy eye-sight fa●l'd thee : Locks she the doore she promised to Ieaue open , O thinke not she deceitfully hath spoken . Take vp thy lodging , make thy bed thy floore , Thy pillow the cold threshold of the doore : Perhaps the Maide from high may cast a flout , And aske what 's he doth keepe the gates without . Yet both the Maide and rude posts do thou flatter , ●prinkling the seates and portalls with rose water . ●f she call come , if bid thee go , then trudge , Railes she vpon thee , doth she call thee drudge : Nay doth she knocke thee , beare it , it is meete , Nor scorne it though she bid thee kisse her feete . ● dwell on trifles , greater matters heare , ●o which thou people lend a generall eare : On stricter impositions now we enter , ●ertue is still imployed , no hard aduenter . A riuall brooke , do this , and by Ioues power , Thou art inthrong'd a Conquerour in his tower . Oh thinke me not a man that thus doth teach , ●ome rough hew'd oake doth this hard doctrine preach : This is the hardest thing I can impose thee , If she defie beare it , if she showes thee Her hand ; forbeare to read it euery day , When she calls come , when she commands thee 〈◊〉 This euen the married to lead peacefull liues , Are o●t enforc'd to endure of their faire wiues . I am not perfect I must needs confesse , In this my Art , though I this art professe . What shall I then , my word I cannot keepe , I haue not power to swim a sea so deepe : Shall any kisse my Lady I being by , And to his throat shall I not madly fly . Shall any becken to her and I beare it , Shall any court her and I stand to heare it : I saw one kisse my Mistris I complained , And anger all my vitall spirits constrained . My loue alas with barbarisme abound , And doth my wit and spirits whole confound : That Wittoll is much better skil'd then I , Who sees such fights , and patiently stands by . To keepe the roome where such things are in place , Despoiles the front of shamefastnes and grace : Then oh you yong men though you come to view , Your looks beguile you , do not think● it true . Against all censures I euer hold this plea , Surprise her not . It is not good to take them Res in Re. Where two are taken napping both alike , Their mutuall guilt makes them the oftner strike , This tale through heauen is blazed how vnawares , Venus and Mars was taken in Vulcans snares . The tale of Venus and Mars . The God of war doth in his brow discouer , The perfect and true paterne of a Louer . Nor could the Goddesse Venus be so cruell , To deny Mars , soft kindnesse is a Iewell . ●n any woman , and becomes her woll , ●n this the Queene of Loue doth most excell . Oh God ) how often haue they mockt and flouted , The Smiths polt foote , who nothing them misdoubted : . Made iests by him and his begrimed trade , And his smudg'd vissage blacke with coledust made . Mars tickled with loud laughter whee he saw , ●enus like Vulcan limpe , and halt , and draw , One foote behind another with a grace , To counterfeit his odde and vneuen pace . Their meeting first they did conceale with feare , From euery searching eye and captiues ●are . The God of war and this lasciuious Dame , ●n publicke view were full of bashfull shame : But the Sunne spies how this sweet paire agree , Oh what bright Phoebus can be hid from thee . The Sunne both sees and blabs the sight forthwith , And in all post he speeds to tell the Smith : Oh Sunne what bad examples dost thou show , What thou in secret seest must all men know . For silence aske a bribe from her faire treasure , She 'll grant thee that shal make thee swel with pleasure , The god whose face is smudgd with smok and fire , Placeth about their bed a net of wire . So queintly made that it deceiues the eye , Strait as he faines to Lemnos he must hie : The Louers meet where he the traine hath set , And both lie catcht within the wiery net . He calls the gods , the Louers naked sprall , And cannot rise , the Queene of Loue shewes all . Mars chafes and Venus weepes , neither can flinch , Grapled they lye , in vaine they kicke and winch : Their legs are one within anothers ty'd , Their hands so fast that they can nothing hide . Among these high spectators one by chance , That saw them naked in this pitfall dance : Thus to himselfe said , if that it tedious be , Good God of warre bestow thy place on me . Scarce at thy prayers god Neptune he vnbound th●● But would haue left them as the gods there found th● The nets vntide , Mars strait repaires to Creet , Venus to Paptes , after that they meet . What did this helpe thee Vulcan , shall I tell thee , Vnto more griefe and rage it will compell thee : The publicke meeting which at first shame couers , Is now made free , who knowes not they be louers . There is no hope they should be now reclam'd , Worse then they haue beene , how should they 〈◊〉 sham'd Of thy rash deed it often doth repent thee , Mad art thou in thy mind , yet must content thee : This I forbid you , so doth Venus too , It harm'd her , and she forwarnes it you . Lay for thy riuall then no secret snares , Nor intercept his tokens vnawares : Let these close prancks by such iust men be tride , That are by fire and water purifide . Behold once more I giue you all to know , Saue wanton loues my art doth nothing show : No gouern'd Matron well and chastly guided , I here protest is in my verse de●rided . What prophane man at Ceres kites dare smile , Or blab her secrets kept in Samos Ile : Silence is held a vertue , silence then , T●ls tailes and blabs , fie , Venus hates such men : For blabbing Tantalus is plac'd in hell , And there must euer and for euer dwell . Hungry , whilst ripened fruite hangs by his lip , Thirstie , whiles water by his chin doth slip : But Venus more desires then any other , Her secret mysteries and rites to smother . I charge you let no tell-tales hither come , Such amongst many there must needs be some : Hide her reports from euery eare that lists , And locke her secrets vp in brason chests . In their new births till pleasures buried lie , Twixt vs they grow , betwixt vs let them die . Her naked parts , if she to any showes , Her readiest hand to shadow them she throwes : The shamelesse beasts in common pastures stray , And act their generation at noone-day . Which Maides by chance espying , cry oh spight , And through their fingers looke to see the sight . But when our Louer with his mistris meets , Haue beds & doores shut twixt them and the streets With clothes and vailes their nakednes they shroud Wishing the bright Sunne hid behind some cloud . Euen in those dayes when men on Acorns fed , And the greene turfe was made the generall bed : When no thatcht cottage or poore house was builded , By which from heate of cold they might be shielded . Into the woods and caues the people went , And their sweet pleasures there remotely spent . In the Sunnes presence they shew'd nothing bare , The rudest and most barbarous had this care : As loath the day should view their publick shames , Now to their nightly actions they giue names , Bargaines and price is made in all their doings , And nothing costs vs dearer then our woings . Let not thy talke be when thou com'st in place , Noath . To say she , this , or that wench did me grace : Or point them with thy finger , it may fall Thus thou maist loose her whom thou louest & all : Others there be from street to street do wander , And innocent women in their shops do slander . Forging of them they know not many a lye , Which were they true they gladly would deny : For who command not they , their spoile is such , Whose breast they canot fold their names they tuch Go then thou odious Pander that keepes whores , A thousand locks hang fast vpon thy dores : Part of her honest canst thou keepe within , When her whole name abroad is full of ●●nne . Do not their wanton wishes make them nought , When they desire to be as they are thought : Sincearest Loues we sparingly do teach , Yet like no publicke crast their names impeach . Necessarie ●bseruati●●s in a lo●er . Dissemble euery fault in their complections , Hit not in womens teeth their imperfections . I wish you rather smother them , then blame them , They loue if you praise them , hate if shame them : Andromeda was belly sides and backe , To Perseus seene , he did not tearme her blacke . Andromeda she was of to huge a stature , One louing Hector prais'd her gifts of nature : And lik'd her selfe , faults at the first despised , Seeme not so grosse when men be well aduised . Continuance and acquaintance weares away , Such spots as are apparant the first day : A young plant clothed in a tender rinde , Cannot withstand the furie of the winde . But when his barke is growne , he scornes each blast , In spite of whom he growes and beares at last : ●uery succeeding weeke and following day , Takes from acquainted lookes a slaine away . And what to day a grosse blot thou wouldst guesse , To morrow in thy eye appeares much lesse . Young Heifors cannot be tickt to beare , The ranke and lustie Bull for the first yeare : But their societie acquaints the smell , After continuance they can brooke it well . Then fauour their disgraces and relieue them , Blemishes helpe by the good names you giue the● To her whose skinne as blacke as Ebon was , I haue said ere now , O' t is a good browne lasse , Or if she looke a squint , as I am true , So Venus lookes , if she be blacke of hew . Pale for the world like Pallas , be she growne Yellow , by heauens Minerua vp and downe : If she be tall then for her height commend her , She that is leane like Enuy tearme her slender : She that is dwarfish name her light and quicke , And call her well set that is grubbed thicke , She that is puft like Boreus in the cheeke , Is but full fast , and Daphne she is like . Thus quallifie their faults , not to disgrace them , But in a higher ranke of beautie place them : Or happenest thou of one but dim of sight , Wrinckled her brow her grisled haire turn'd white . Her nose and chin halfe met she would take scorne , To tell who Councell was when she was borne . Then if to such thy loue thou wilt engage , Looke that at no time thou dost aske her age . Though she wants teeth and haue a flattering tong Yet she takes pleasure to be counted young : This is the age young men that brings the gaine , And plenteous haruest of the springtides paine . Imploy your selues then in your youth and strength Age with a soft pace steales on you at length . Spend thou thy youth at Sea , or till the land , Or take a warlike weapon in thy hand : Follow the wars , siege townes , or lie in trenches , Or if not so , then learne to loue faire wenches . It is a warfare too , when men are trained , And euen by this imployment wealth is gained : Such discipline , such practise must be vsed By vs , as those who hostile armes haue chused . Some women by their industrie and paines , The losse of yeares recouers and regaines : Times speedy course is by their art controld , They can preferre themselues from seeming old . Their amourous pastimes and lasciuious playes , They shape and fashion many thousand wayes : With sundry pleasures they their trade commixe , And euery seuerall day deuise new tricks . They can prouoke the appetite and please it , Coniure the spirit vp and strait appease it : But these rich feasts of sweets which they prepare , Women and men should both of euen hands sha●e . I hate the bed that yeelds not mutuall ioyes , And that 's the cause I loue not iugling boyes : I hate her denyes that no spirit will vse , Yeelding no more then what she cannot chuse . I like not pleasure though I like the beautie , Lasses of Loue performe not but of duty : Duty away , I bannish thee the place , Where mutuall Louers , mutuall sweets embrace , Let me the musicke of her soft voice heare , Whispering her rauisht pleasures in my eare . To bid me on , then pause , proceed , then stay , And tired with that , to toy some other way . Let me behold her ●yes turne vp the whites , Now to be rapt , now languish in delights . These prodigall pleasures nature hath not giuen , To the first age a little aboue seauen . The wine that from the vnripe grape is prest , Is tart and sower , the mellow wine tasts best : The palme tree till it hath a well growne rinde , Cannot withstand the violence of the winde . The mead new mowne doth pricke the feet that 's bare , I grant thee young Hermione was faire : But to preferre the girle before the mother , The beautious Hellen neither one or other . Can so blaspheme , here s Gorge some adore her , But who praise her , before the Saint that bore her : Now I suppose ripe fruites I most approue , And in my thoughts I couet mellowed loue . Yon bed new tost , behold where it discouers , The curtaines being drawne to wanton louers : There stay my Muse , no further now proceed , Without thy helpe they both can speake and speed . Without thy helpe kind words will swiftly passe , Betwixt the Louer and his amourous Lasle : Without thy helpe their hands will nimbly creepe , And in each ticklish place their office keepe . Nay euery finger will it selfe imploy , To adde increase to thy imperfect ioy : Handling those parts where Loue his darts doth ▪ hide , This valiant Hector with his wife hath tride . Andromache to this of force must yeeld , His vallour was not onely for the field : This stout Achilles of his Loue desired , When with the slaughter of his enemies tired . He daught his cushes , and vnarm'd his head , To tumble with her on a soft downe bed : Thou didst reioyce Driseis to imbrace , His brused corps , and kisse his bloud-staind face . These warlike hands that did but late embrew , Themselues in bloud of Troians whom they slew . Were now imploy'd to tickle tuch and feele , And shake a lance that had no point of steele : Beleeue me , for I speake as I haue tasted , The sports of Venus are not to be hasted . They should be rather by degrees prolonged , By too much speed much oft the sport is wronged : When thou by chance hast hit vpon the place , Which being touched a girle still hides her face : Forbeare not though she blush & spring and kick , And tumbling shew thee many a gambale tricke . Thou shalt behold her straite lye still amazed , Her eyes with a lasciuious tincture glazed : Affording a strange kind of humid light , As when the Moone in water shines by night . Let neither amourous words cease their inchanting , Murmure not whispering sounds of ●ioy be wanting : Yea there let euery sweet content resort , Euery word , deed and thought that furthers sport . Let not thy Mistris vse too swift a saile , Nor let thy hast beyond her speed preuaile : Both keepe one course , your oares together strike , Your iourneyes on then , make your pace alike . Together striue at once winne to the marke , You may no question grope it in the darke : Then is the fulnesse of all sweet content , When both at once striue , both at once are spent . Such course obserue when as the time is free , And that no iealous eyes attend on thee : Being secure no future danger neare , Then thou maist bouldly dally without feare . But if thou beest not safe , and hast short leasure , Doubtfull to be disturb'd amidst thy pleasure . Make then what speed thou canst , vse all thy force , And clap a sharpe spurre to a iade pack-horse : My worke is at an end the palme bring me , And let the Mirtle garland be my fee . How much renowned great Pollidorus was , That all the Greeks in Physicke did surpasse , As famous as great Nestor for his age , Or strong Achilles for his warlike rage . As much extold as Calchas for his charmes , Or Telemonius Aiax by his armes : As for his Chariot skill Antomedon , So great in Loue shall I be censured on . Cannonize me your Poet , giue me praise , And crowne my Temples with fresh wreathes of bayes : Let this my laud in euery mouth be song , And my fames clauger through the whole earth rong I giue you armour , such god Vulcan framed , So great Achilles he his enemies tamed . And so do ye , but what so ere he be , That by my armes subdues his enemy : This Motto let him giue , loe here 's a Lasse , By Ouid my arts Master conquered was : Behold young Wenches likewise craue my skill , They shall be next instructed by my quill . FINIS .

THE THIRD BOOKE . ARm'd at all points , the Greeke to field is gone , To encounter with the naked Amazon : Behold like weapons in my power remaine , For the Pe●thesilea and thy traine . Go arm'd alike , fight and they ouercome , Whom sacred Venus fauours and her sonne : It were not meete poore naked girles should stand , To encounter men prouided hand to hand . To conquer at such odds 't were shame for men , Oh but some say , why Ouid should they pen : Put poyson into snakes , or giue to keepe , Vnto the rauenous Woolfe a ●ould of sheepe . Oh for some few offenders do not blame , All of their Sexe , let not a generall shame : For some few falters their whole brood inherit , But euery one be censured as they merit . Although the two Atrides had their liues , Endangered both by falshood of their wiues : Though false Eriphile her husband sould , To Polinyces for a chaine of gould . Yet did the fai●e Penelope liue chast , While twise fiue yeares her royall Lord did wast : ●n blouddy battels and as many more , Wandring through euery sea and vnknowne shore : So did the chast Phillacides and she , That partner of her husbands griefe to be . Went with him as his Page a tedious way , And in the trauell died before her day : Oh happie Pheretides thy wife , From death redeemed thee with her owne life . Receiue me oh you flames did Iphias cry , And with my buried husband let me dye : And with that word she skips into the fire , All faire endowments that we can desire . Raigne in a womans breast no maruell then , They with adorned vertues please vs men : But these chast minds my Art enioyneth not , A softer saile will serue to guide my boate : Nothing but wanton loue flowes from my braines , How pretty wenches may escape mens traines . A woman neither flames nor swords will shun , But through them both vnto her sweet heart run : So will not men , poore girles by them are scoft , Many times men faile , maides sometimes , not oft : False Iason left Medea and her charmes , To claspe another Mistris in his armes . As much as in thy power false Theseus lay , So right Ariadin● was a wofull pray : To the Sea-fowles and Monsters left alone , ●n a remote place , friendlesse and vnknowne ▪ Many vncertaine wayes hath Phillis gone , Being forsaken of her Demophoon . And though Aeneas had to sirname good , He left his sword to let out Didos bloud : But what destroy you Ladies , can you tell , You know not how to loue or fashion well . Your thoughts to art , Loue artles stands vnsure , Art with Loue tempered is strong to endure : Nor should you know it now , but that the Queene Of sacred Loue was in my vision seene : And straitly charg'd me that I should impart , To all the Sex the secret of my art . For thus she spake , how haue poore maides misdone That against armed men must naked run . Two books haue giuen men weapons in their hands , The whilst our fearefull Sex vnarmed stands : He that rebuk'd Therapnes leud desire , Since song her praises to a sweeter lire . Thy selfe examine , canst thou do them domage , To whom in time thou maist performe due homage This hauing said she tooke from off her brow , A mirtle wreath , for in a mirtle bow , Her haire was twisted vp and gaue to me , Of leaues and seeds a little quantity . Strait in my braine I felt a power deuine , Whilst in the place a purer aire did shine : And all the cares that hung vpon my heart , Euen at that instant I might feele depart . My wits at ripest , are wenches come thicke , Receiue my precepts whilst my wits are quicke : First thinke how old age hourely doth attend , Womenloose no time . To steale vpon thee , so be sure to spend , No season idly , art thou young then play , Yeares like the running waters glide away . Thou canst not stay the flouds it streames so fast , Nor pull the houres backe when they are past : Make vse of time for time is swift and fleet , Nor can the following good be all so sweet . As the first pleasure was , haue I not seene , This now a withered stalke , once fresh and greene : From that bare throne within these many howers , I had a chaplet of sweet smelling flowers : The time shall come when thou that dost exclude , Such louers from thy doores as would intrude . Shall on an emptie pillow throw thy head , Stretching thy stiffe limbes on a frosty bed : Nor in the night shalt thou be rais'd vp late , By such as knocke and thunder at thy gate . Nor in the morning when the cocke hath crowed , Find porch and threshold with fresh roses strowed : Aime how soone doth the cleare coulour fade , How quickly wrinckles in thy skin are made . Looke on thy lookes and thou wilt sadly sweare , Age hath too soone snowed on thy golden haire : Snakes through their age of when they change their skinne , Harts when they cast their heads fresh strength begin : And 's giuen to them , when that in age ye grow Ye haue no heads to cast no skins to throw . Your good flyes helples , therefore plucke the flower Which being gathered withers in an hower : In many child-birth age is quickly crept , Fields soone grow leane , that are so often reapt . You see Endinion by the Moone lou'd still , Not doth she blush thereat , and by thy will : Aurora thou wouldst euer haue the name , Of Cephalus thy deare , nor thinkst it shame . And to conceale thee Adonore whose hearse , Venus her selfe hung many a tragicke verse . Tell vs by whom you Queene-borne of the sea , Had you Aeneas and Hermione . Oh mortall generation follow these , And practise after them being goddesses : Do not deny your rauishing pleasures when , They are besought you by desirous men . Tell me what loose you by it , what thou hast , Thou art possest of still , and feel'st no wast : Take thence a thousand sweets be not affraid , Thou keepest thy owne , and nothing is decay'd . Stones are by vse made soft , iron worne to dro●●e , That neuer weares and therefore finds no losse : Who will deny vs at a torch being light , To light a taper till it burne as bright . Or who would striue in their owne power to keepe , All the spare billowes in the vasty deepe : Yet will a woman plead her loue is rare , And in her plenty she hath nought to spare . Oh tell me why so strange a doubt thou mak'st , Dost thou but loose the water that thou takest : I speake not this to prostrate euery one , But lest you feare vaine losse where losse is none . Now greater gusts my swelling saile must straine , Being from the shore new lancht into the maine : First with their neatnes I begin , the vine Neatnesse required in a woman . Well trim'd and prunde affords vs choise of wine : And in a field well till'd the corne growes tall , Shape is the gift of God , none amongst you all But in their shapes take pride , nay there be many Proud of their fauour when they scarce haue any . Proportion euen the greatest number want , But ●ar●supplies where nature hath bene scant : Care makes the face , the face a while neglected , Will grow to ruine , and be nought respected . The Virgins of the old time had this care , Their bodies and their beauties to repaire : Else had the men of former ages spent , Their yeares without their wonted ornament . If you behold Andr●mache go clad , In manly roabes , no maruaile , for she had A souldier to her husband , if you see The wife of Aiax iet it valiantly , Nor maruell , for she was his wife that bare , A shield of seauen oxe-heads thick tan'd with haire . The world was plaine , simple , and rude of old , But now abundant Rome doth flow with gold : And shines in glorie with the bright reflection , All the worlds wealth is vnder their subiection . Behold the Capitall and thou wilt say , In these great Ioue hath choos'd to dwell for aye : This gorgeous Court & Counsell house was framed Out of meere stubble when King Latius reigned . These gorgeous Pallaces that against the Sunne , Did glitter and shine when they first begun : A pasture for draught oxen , let them ease , Their thoughts with ancient times whom old times please . I thanke the gods I in this age was borne , These times my humour fits , old dayes I scorne . Not because gold in the earths vaines are sought , Or shels , or stones , from sorraigne shores are brought : Not because marble from the hills is dig'd , Or voyage ships to vnknowne seas are rig'd , But because rudenesse to the gates is sent , And this our age is full of ornament , Hang in your eares bright stones , but not to deare , Such Iudyes cast vp and are sold you here . Neatnesse we loue , your haire in order tye , To keepe in within Law thy hands apply : Thy hands mishape keepe still , and by her care , Thou maist ore seeme , deformed or wondrous faire . Nor is there onely one kind of attire , The fashion that becomes thee best desire . Proue euery shape , but ere it curr●nt passe , See thou before take counsell from thy Lasse : A long and leane vissage best allowes , To haue the haire part iust aboue the browes : So Laodem●ia sirnamed the faire , Vsed when she walk'd abroad to trusse her haire . A round plumpe face must haue her trammels tyed In a fast knot aboue her front to hide : The wier supporting it whilst either eare , Bare , and in sight vpon each side appeare . Yo● Ladies locks about her shoulders fall , And her loose ware becomes her best of all : So Phoebus look'd when last he toucht his Lute , That other Lady doth her habit suite , With chast Diana being trickt to go , To strike the sauage Bore or tamelesse Roe . She when her haire hangs loose hath greatest pride , This best becomes her when her locks are tyed : Yon when her head-tire like a tortoise shell , Is roost and vawted well beseemes it well : More leaues the Forrest yeelds not from the trees , More beasts the Alpes breed not , nor Hibla bees : Then there be fashions of attire in view , Euery succeeding day adds something new . Many become their tires best when they weare , In stead of sprucenesse a neglected haire : And being comb'd but now yet thou shalt say , Her haire hath not bene toucht since yesterday . Art doth much change , so did Alcides see , Io●attired , and said this wench is for me . So Inossis whom the god of grapes commended , When by his shouting Satires being attended : He found her plac'd locks by the coole wind shifted , With scattered haire her to his coach he lifted : How much oh nature are we bound to thee , That findest for euery griefe a remedy . And as our shapes and coulour suffer crosse , To helpe the defects of nature . Yet thou hast in thee to repaire that losse . Say that by age or some great sicknesse had , Thy head with wonted haire be thinly clad : Falling away like corne from ripened sheaues , As thicke as Boreas blowes downe Autum leaues . By Germane yearbes thou maist thy haire restore , And hide the bare scalpe that was bald before , Women haue knowne this art , and of their crew , Many false coulours buy to hide the true . And multitudes , yea more then can be told , Walke in such haire as they haue bought for gold : Haire as good Marchandize and growne a trade , Markets and publicke trafficke thereof made , Nor do they blush to cheapen it among , The thickest number and the rudest throng . Nay euen before Alcides sacred flames , And in the presence of the vestall Dames : To leaue their haire , and speake of their attire I do not trayles or purfled guards desire . Nor roabes of blush scarlet prized hie , Whose wooll is twise dipt in the Tirian dye : Looke but abroad and thou maist in a trice , Find lighter coulours and of farre lesse price . Were it not madnesse thou in scorne of lacke , Should weare at once thy whole wealth on thy back Behold the colour of the azure aire , When in a cloudlesse day the skie is faire : And the South wind bring on the earth no showers , As once it did what time one flow deuoures . Phrixus and Hellis , such a colour chuse , 'T is neate and cheape , but costly dyes refuse : That prettie colour intimates the wa●es , And from their sea-greene drops a name it craues ▪ In this the young Nimphes went apparell'd most , This saffron immitates of no great cost . And yet she goes attired in saffron weeds , That euery morning decks bright Phoebus steeds : Else such a dye as Paphian mirtles yeeld , Or purple Amethistos or a field : Where nothing saue the milke white roses grow , Or of that hew the Thratian Cranes do show . Let not faire Amarilles wanting be , Thy ackhornes or thy bloomes of Almond tree . All these of seuerall coulours iuyce be full , And with their seuerall colours staine the wooll : So many sundry flowers as the fresh spring , In spight of winters horrid rage doth bring : To decke the earth with full so many hues , The thirstie earth doth drinke and none refuse , Mongst which faire women out of your affections , To suite their attires to their Complections . Choose them that shall become best your complections : She that is browne let her attire be white , Briseus ware a roabe of coulour light . When she was rauisht , others that are faire , Let their attires be blacke as Sables are : Swarthy Andromed ware a milkewhite smocke , When she was tyed halfe naked to the rocke . Lest you be seene so let no ranknes grow , Betwixt your armes and shoulders let none show : Of rough and ragged haires there may appeare , Vpon your legs and thighes but not to neare : I do not teach rude maides by Cauease bred , Or such as drinke of Risus but in steed Of barbarous truls , to you braue girles of Rome , Do I direct my phrase , and to your doome . I now instruct you then your teeth to freet , To keepe their teeth . Lest in their vse some furdnesse they do get : To wrince your mouthes in water you haue wit , To apprehend my words betimes to sit . And in the morning take away the slime , Which makes the white teeth subiect to such crime : Let such whose blouds are blacke and swart , Cheekes . Whom nature reds not , make them red by art : Art likewise fills the wrinkles in the browes , A skinne of dyed red leather art allowes . To rub your faces with , nor hold it shame , To kindle in your eyes a sparke of flame : It may be done with saffron , which like corne , Growes neare bright Cydnas wheras thou wert borne I haue a little booke in substance small , And yet a worke of weight writ to you all . The Treatise is vnto your generall graces , How you by art may best preserue your faces : You whose rare beauties haue receiu'd a scar , Seeke thence your helpes , receipts there written are You may there find how to restore your blouds , My art was neuer idle to your goods . Beware lest that by chance your boxes lye , Vpon the table , and your Loues passe by : Throw them aside , art spreads her safest net , When she is with most cunning counterfet . Spill not thy drugs alike in euery place , They will offend such as behold thy face , Corrupting the beholder with such motion , As should he see thy garments stand with lotion : How doth the greasie franck woolls smell offend , Though we for it as far as Athens send . Yet is it good for vse , not before men , Vse thou Deares marrow good for medicen : Nor before men in presence rub thy teeth , They both are good , yet harsh to him that seeth . Many things which in doing we detest , Being once done , they oft times please vs best : These stately pillers in iron caru'd and wrought , Were a confused rocke , this ring now brought , To that good forme , was once vnfashioned ore , The costly cloth thou wearest a rough sheepe bore : The curious picter of faire Venus was , Before the cutting an vnpolisht masse . Mind thou thy beautie when we think thee sleeping , Thy hand , thy boxe , thy glasse their office keeping : Why should I know how thou art growne so faire , Shut fast the forge where beauties ioyned are . For many things there be men should not know , The greatest part of them if you should show , They should offend them much , spare not to shroud The doing , though the thing done be allowed . The golden ensignes yender spreading farre , Which wasts them to the gorgeous Theater : See what thin leaues of gold foile guilde the wood , Making the collumes seeme all massie good : Yet are the audience of all fight debarred , Vntill the showes and sights be full prepared . So in thy preparation marke this note , Note . Still make thee readie in a place remote : Y●t sometimes if thy head be wondrous faire , Obse●●●t●is 〈◊〉 . Euen before men 't is good to combe thy haire . The haire a beautie hath which much besots , Being tied and wreathed in pleats and comly knots , But be not tedious in thy art applying , Be quicke both in the fasting and vntying : Still when thou goest to dresse thy selfe be safe , I hate those ●ullen pettish things that chafe At euery idle crosse , who scratch and bite , And with their nailes and bodkins pinch and sight : Wounding themselues in anger , rending , tearing , The wires , the tires , the ruffes which they be wearing , She that is badly haired , let her before She dresse her selfe , set watch still at the doore . Vpon the suddaine 't was my chance one day , To presse into the place where my sweet hart lay : When wondring she vnawares was thrust vpon , Snatcht vp her haire and put the wrong side on . Like cause of shame let come vnto my foe , And such disgrace vnto the Parthians go : A sealded breast , fields that no grasse will beare , Trees without leaues , and heads that haue no haire . Are odious to the eye , none of you three , Europa , Leda , or faire Senele . Were subiect to this want or me did need , The helpe of Physicke in this point to reed : Nor Hellen thou whom with aduisement deepe , Menelaus askes ; the Troiane still doth keepe . The wanton wenches in full troopes presse hither , Good , bad , faire , foule , of all sorts flocke together : And come to be instructed , amongst which Oft times the faire be poore , the foule be rich . And yet the fairest haue of me least need , Their beautie is a dower that doth exceed My precepts farre , the sea being calme and cleare , The secure Seaman all his sailes may beare . But when it swells and is disturb'd apart , The troubled Pilot must try all his art : Of euery little mole be thou not squeamish , 'T is hard to find a face that hath no blemish . Yet shalt thou seeke to hide the least disgrace , Either in thy proportion or thy face : If thou beest short , A lesson for Dwarses . thy stature hide by wir , Still sit , lest standing thou beest tooke to sit : And stretch thy legs at length out in thy bed , Lest that thy stature there be measured . Loue Dwarfes , obserue my words I hold it meet , To haue some garment throwne vpon thy feet : She that is wea●ish and no clothes can fill , Remedy for them that be leane . Her double plated gowne must fit by skill . To make her portly whilst a roabe vnbound , From her two shoulders falls vnto the ground : She that is pale , with purple staine her cheekes , Pale . She that is blacke the fish of Pharoes seekes . Bla●ke . A splay mishapen foote in white shooes hide , Splay foote . And let dryed legs weare a rich garter tyde : Let such whole shoulder blades stand much in sight Weare boulster'd gownes to make them seeme vpright : About a faint and slender body weare , To slender . A flannell swathband or warme stomacher . Such whose at hands are itchie in the ioynt , Scabbed ba●ds . When they discourse let them not vse to point . You that haue stinking breathes must not speake fasting But helpe themselues by some good breakfast taking : Stinking breathes . Else chew a cloue the strength of it to breake , Or keepe some distance of still when you speake . Or if thy teeth in wide vneuen ranks grow , Badtoothed Or be they gag'd , blacke , or too great in show : Rot , lost , or that the fashion disagreeth , Beware of laughing , laughing shewes the teeth . Who would beleeue this , wonder yet 't is true , Maides may be taught to laugh and to eschue . Vncomely mouthes and harsh tricks of the face , In laughing is much vncomelinesse and grace : Be moderate in thy flearing , there 's a feate , To be obseru'd , in that make not to great . The hallow pits mirth digs in euery cheeke , To hide thy gummes let both thy red lips meet . Nor do thou stretch thy entrailes by constraining , Thy selfe vnto loud laughter , neither faining : A more familiar gesture with voice flat , Sound out a womaanish noise I know not what . Looke but on them that with loud yalling force , Anticke and peruerse faces , what shewes worse : And there is such a coile with wry mouthes kept , That when they laugh a man would sweare they wept Many with vntun'd clamor hoarce and shrill , ●all as the flow Asse bayes out of the mill . What cannot art ; women are taught to weepe , How to weepe . And in their lookes a sober forme to keepe : To shape their eyes according to their passion , ●oth at what time they please , and in what fashion . ●s there not grace in lisping to be found , How to lispe . ●o giue true words a forg'd imperfect sound : ●obbing the tongue his office in some part , ●uen in deprauing words is sometimes art . ●any that by my words my meaning scan , ●re taught to speake lesse perfect then they can . ●eigh these my words according to their worth , ●nd these being cond take other lessons forth : ● came how with womanish pace to vse your gate , To go . ● euery step there is a kind of state . ●or is there ought that yet my art discouers , ●hich with more violence draws or driues back louers . 〈◊〉 hold you Ladies gate the rest outstrips , 〈◊〉 with what cunning she doth moue her hips : ●nd in the pride of steps how the cold wind , 〈◊〉 her loose vailes before her and behind . ●his like the blushing wife of Vember pac●th , ●er full viewd legs at euery stride she graceth : Long measured steps do fit the state of some , Others a moderate pace doth best become : As farre as where the armes and shoulders parts , How farre to appeare bare . Appeare thou bare to wound the ambutous harts , Of wanton youthes , this fashion vnderstand , Longs to the faire , not such whose skins be tand . Such sights ere now haue made me I protest , To kisse her necke , her shoulders and her breast . The Sirens are Seamonsters , Sing . whose sweet notes , Drawes to their tunes the wandring ships and bott●● And if their eares with waxe they do not stop , They are charm'd to leape from the hatches top . Song is a faire endowment , a sweet thing , A praisefull gift , then women learne to sing : Hard fauord girles by songs haue wonne such gr●ces , Their sweet shrill tongs haue prou'd bands to the●● faces : Sometimes rehearse a speech brought from the pl●● Or else peruse some poeme in thy way . Of Musicke I would haue thee know the skill , With thy right hand to vse a Rebecks quill . Or with thy left a Harpe , when Orpheus plaide , The beasts , and trees , and stones to dance he mad●● And in his way to hell no fiend durst stirre , Nor tartar power , nor tripple headed Curre . Thou that so iustly did thy mother punish , Didst by thy Musicks skill the wo●ld astonish : In those sweet walkes that were by Musicke rear'd , By euery tuch sweet harmony is heard : The armed Dolphin is by nature mute , Yet did he lift Arion to thy Lute . Learne Musicke then and hope to play vpon , The double handed sweet Psalterion : Reade Pottrie , the workes of Co●●s seeke , Or great Callimacchus that writ in Greeke : The laboured lines of Bacchus Poet get , Read what lasciuious Saph● else hath writ . For what more wanton workes then Sapho liues , See what delight to the Proportuis giues : Or if thy further leasure serue thee looke , In Gallus works , or in Tibullus booke . Or Varro , that of Phrixus and his neece , The Legend writ , and of the golden fleece : Or read AEneas banishment from Troy , Th' originall of Rome , Rome doth enioy : No bookes more famous , happly to my grace , Some one may say thou Ouid hast a place . Amongst the rest thou and thy lines may sound , To after times , not be in Sethe drownd . Some one may say perchance our Master read , The booke he last drew with a double head . Or those three bookes which he Amorum calls , Entituling them of Loue , which of them falls , Into thy handling first , that do thou choose , And louingly my louing lines peruse . Or with a compos'd voice my Cantons sing , The vse of these Loues mistris first did bring : To other yet vnknowne oh Phoebus graunt , Graunt this you gods whom sacred Poets haunt . With their oblations , grant these powers deuine , Thou god of grapes , and you oh Muses mine : Who doubts but I would haue you learne to dance , Measure and Galliards shall your names aduance : Command your armes and hands that they agree , Vnto the motion of the foote and knee . In mouing of the bodie hand and side , The commicke Actor cannot take more pride . Nor vse more art the comelinesse of either , Concurres , and I compare them both together : Learne triuall sports , To game . but oh your Poet shames , To bid you be experienc'd in some games . Yet long they to my art , the● be not nice , To learne to play at cockall or at dice : How to cast lots and chances which to gues●e , To play at draughts at tables or at chesse . To vse a racket and to tosse a ball , At set game , or at that we bandy call : To passe the night at balliards till eleauen , At pickapandy , cards , or odd and euen . Play prepares loue , your skill is not so needfull , As ought to be your looks and carriage heedfull : Your greatest cunning is with art to frame , The gesture and the countenance in your game : Game makes vs earnest if we play with care , Then with our open thoughts our breasts lie bare . And straite we braule and scold , a grieuous staine , Oh these be monstrous faults to chide and raile , Or to blaspheme the gods when our lucks faile : To vow , to sweare , with protestations deepe , And in the heate of play to fret or weepe . Great Ioue himselfe from you such crimes expell , Who couet suitors , and to please them well : Nature these triuall sports to woman lends , A freer scope of pastime she extends . By much vnto vs men , for so we may , Scourge tops , fling darts , and at the football play : Vault , ride , and teach the horse to trot the ring , Frequent the Fenceschoole , practise armes , leape , spring : Nor can you march or muster on the sea , Or like the Merchant venturer go to sea : Walke may you sometimes vnder Pompeus shade , To Phoebus pallace to the place was made : For nouall triumph , to the Memphian fawne , To the goatfield where chatiots are still drawne . To the warme bleeding alter , some preferrs , Before all these the thr●e braue Theaters : Thus couet to be seene , vnseene , vnptoud , What is not viewd and knowne , cannot be lou'd , What profit were it to haue beautious bene , If thy admired face were neuer seene : Say you more stilde in shapes then Orpheus were , Or Thamiras , such if men can not heare . How should your musicke please ; The dignity of Poets . Apelles painted , ●enus in Cois , else her fame had fainted : ●nd dyed in Lethe , he redeem'd her name , ●hat hunt the sacred Poets for but fame . ●nely for fame their labouring spirits they spend , ●f all the vowes , fame is the scope and end . 〈◊〉 what alteration rude times brings , ●oets of old were the right hand of Kings : ●arge were their gifts , supreame was theim regard , ●heir meeted fames with feare and reuerence heard . ●onour , and state , and sacred maiestie , ●elong'd to such as studied poetrie : ●●inus by Scipio that great man was sought , ●nd from the mountaines of Calabria brought . ●●honoured now the Iuy garland lyes , ●he ancient worship done to Poets dyes : ●et we should striue our owne fames to awake , ●●mer a liuing lasting worke did make : ●s Iliads call'd , else who had Homer knowne , ●nd Danas in her tower an old wife growne . ●●d neuer vnto publicke view resorted , ●ow had her beautie bene so farre reported . You that applause would for your beauties win , Be oft abroad , and keepe not too much in : At the full folds the she Wolfes seekes her pray , Though amongst all she steales but one away . Ioues bird the Eagle when she soares most high , To seaze one fowle doth at a Couy fly . Frequent you faire ones where men may you see , Mongst many one best part will fancy thee : In euery place where thou shalt hap to sit , Loose none by frownes whom thou by smiles maist get : The bow of Cupid neuer stands vnbent , And oftentimes things fall by accident . Be thou prepard , hang alwaies out thy hooke ; For in that streame where thou no fish wouldst look A fish by chance may bite , oft haue I seene , The wandring hound range where no game hath bene , And Harts that scapes the chase when no man minds them , Fall in the toyles and there the keeper finds them . What hope hadst thou Andromeda being bound , Vnto a rocke a louer to haue found : Being prepar'd for death beset with feares , Blubbed thy cheeks , thy eyes quite drownd in tear ▪ At buriall of one husband well I wot , Another husband hath bene oft times got . Weeping for him that 's lost , may hap to grace thee , And in the bosome of a second place thee : But in your choise especially beware , Of such effeminate men as starch their haire . Pranke vp themselues , who lispe & cannot leaue it , Loue complement and vse to smell of Ciuit : They haue a thousand loues what they protest , To thee they 'll do as vnto all the rest . Vnstay'd such be , and what will women say , When in their thoughts men are more light the● they ▪ S●ar●e will they credit me , and yet 't is true , Troy had yet stood , and Ilium bene in view , Had euery thing bene swaid as Priam spake , But good aduise they leaue , fond counsell take . There are who vnder shew of loue do fame , Louers disloyaltie-in many . And by such passage seeke dishonest gaine : Let no mans haire deceiue with powders sweet , Nor studded girles which are short and meet : Seuerall passages . Nor their fine womans coates , a sightly thing , Nor that each finger beares a golden ring . Perhaps who in this kind most gallant goes , Is a close theefe , and loues nought but your clothes . Some Maides thus roab'd , so loud cry for their owne That all the towne and Country heares their mone . Venus whose golden shines at Apian stand , And Pallas laugh a good these strifes in hand : There are some Maides to sure but of bad fame , Who oft deceiu'd are thought to vse the same . Oh learne by others plaints to heare your owne , Ope not your eares to men whose frauds are known . Beleeue not Theseus Athens though he sweare , The gods can heare no more then they heare . And thou Demophoon Theseus falshood haire , Phillis deceiued nones trust by speeches faire , If men make promises , then Maides make you , If men performe , performe your vowed ioyes too . Now I le come nearer , Muse , take faster hold , Nor loose thy seat the wheeles though swiftly rold : Men frame them , set maides vowes , some else were writ Let some maids take their course , for it were fit : Look on them , read them , from the words then gather Whether he faines or sues intirely rather : After some while write backe ; euer delayes , Inflames a louer ; so no tedious stayes . Shew not the plyant , to the youth denyes , Nor yet deny him what by suite he plyes : Let him both feare and hope by euery letter , Be his feare lesse , his hope comes sure and better . Be your phrase pure , but common vsuall words , In speech the playnest stile best grace affords : Full oft ambiguous words loue so misplace , And a foule tongue hath hurt a beautious face . But since although you yet not married be , To go beyond vs men that care take ye : By maides or some knowne lad your letters send , And to no strange young man tokens commend . I haue seene some maides so terrifide with this , That euer after they were slaues I wi●●e : Faithlesse he is who keepes such tokens backe , And burnes like Aetna till he ope the packe : Trust me , we may with fraud quite fraud againe , From force to shield , from force the lawes maintaine One maide must vse her selfe to many hands , Ill might he speed whose shifts this rule commands Deface the old seale when you do reply , And to one writing , but one hand apply . Subscribe your letters thus , thine in all loue , Be his , as he was yours , this art approue : If from small things we may to greater go , And in our ship spread our full faile to show . It longs to beautie to haue manners milde , Impediments to bea●tie Anger . Sweet pace fits women , fierce rage sauage wilde : Rage swels the face , the vaines makes blacke with blood The eyes blase ghastly like fell Gorgons brood Away quoth she I prize not feature so , Pallas should view her face , where waters flow : And should you looke your anger in your glasse , You wold scarce discerne your vissage whose it was . Nor do we lesse blame proud and loftie lookes , Pride . Gentle and humble eyes are Cupids hookes : We men do hate this ouer-weening pride , Shew in the silent face , trust him hath tride . View him viewes you , if men , then women smile , Signes made to you , make signes , 't will men beguile : Thus whiles he playes before with headles dart , Cupid hath after wounded to the hart . We hate men said Aiax , Tremessa take , We merrie Greeks blith wenches sweet harts make : Andromache Tremessa all your state , Could not moue me to choose you for my mate . Take gifts of rich men who do law professe , Giue him no fee , be his clyent , need the lesse : We that make verse , let vs send onely verse , Our harts are pliant , whose loue soone doth pierce : We spread abroad sweet beauties lasting praise , We Nemesis , we Cintheas honour raise : Poets . The East and West land knew lou'd Licoris , And many aske who our Cormina is . Besides , we Poets from all frauds are free , And forward manners by our poetrie : Nor honour vs , nor loue of money please , We slight our gaines for priuacy and ease . Soone are we cought , our loues burne fie●ce & bold And where we loue we know to well to hold : So 't is we soften nature by meeke art , And as our studies , so our loues take part . A fauour Maidens , a blest Poets will , Heauens power we haue , the Muses owne vs still . A God is in vs , we commerce with Ioue , The spirit in vs boue your bright starres doth moue : To looke for money from vs what a crime , And yet no Maides do feare it in our time . At first be not too eager , faine beware , A nouice louer ●lights an open snare : Nor do we rule a horse new broke to backe , With the same raines as he that 's skild to racke . To catch one staid in yeares and a briske swaine , Must not one way , may not one course be taine : He 's rude and in loues tents nere scene before , Who as a new pray touch'd thy chamber doore . Who knows no Maide but thee , none else wold know This corne would be high fenced that it may grow : If one , he is thy owne no riuells frowne , Two things admits no mate , Loue and a Crowne . That ancient souldiers wife and softly loue , And much that younger scornes he meekly proues : He 'll breake no posts nor burne with furious fire , Nor scratch his Mistris soft cheekes in his ire . He 'll teare no clothes , his Loues nor his owne , Nor shall his torne haire giue him cause of mone : These things fits youthes , whose loue as age is hot , This beares harsh wounds gently as they were not : Old men burne softly like a torch that 's dry , As woods from heath cut downe when first they lye Old mens loue sure , youth short , but fruitfull made , Maides plucke those fruites betimes , betimes which fade ▪ Nay yeeld vp all , ope the gates to our foe , That faith from faithlesse treasure once may flow : What 's easie granted , long loue cannot feed , Denyall from your sports must oft proceed : Let them walke at the gate , cry cruell dore , Do humbly much , but in their threats much more ▪ We loath these sweets , bitter loue makes them new , That wind oft drownd the ship by which it flew : 'T is this makes men their wiues to slight so still , They are ready prest when ere their husbands will ▪ Let the Ma●de run and cry we are vndone , And hide the sacred youth till feare be gone ; Yet sport him midst those feares lest he misprise , Your night 's not so much worth such feares should I had like to passe by what art to deceiue , To deceiue the most watchfull keeper . Your husband and slye keeper to bereaue . Wiues feare your husbands , who must keepe you in 'T is firme by law right modestie hath bin . Her to be kept whom late reuenge hath wrought , Who can endure to auoide these meanes be sought : As many keepe thee as had Argoes eyes , If thou wilt out thou shalt defeat with lyes . You 'll say your keeper doth withstand to write , Take water for your selfe what time you might : What can a keeper when the Cities fill , Of playes and Maides see horses run that will , When she will , a maide complainesher head , And fayning sicke , hides whom she will in bed : When the false key tels plainly what is done , Aed to her chamber are more wayes then one . Besides , a keeper may be foxt with wine , Prest from the grapes of Spaine and so made thine : And there be drugs which can cause a sound sleepe , And shut the eyes fast drencht in Lethe deepe . You know Maides to May quickly find some way , By long made sports to hould him in delay : But what need I for to go farre about , When one small gift may buy the keeper out . Gifts trust me do appease both gods and men , By gifts euen Ioue is pleased now and then : What do the wise since fooles in gifts delight , Giue , and the husband sayes naught , say he might : Hast bought thy keeper once he 's thine for euer , The helpe he once affords hee le faile thee neuer . I blam'd companions , now it comes to mind , The hurt by it not men alone do find : Beleeue me , other Maides thy ioyes may taste , And others with thee hunt the Hare as fast . The wench that sweepes the chamber makes the bed With sports of loue hath more then once bin sped : Let not your waiting Maides be ouer faire , Their Mistris place by them supplyed are . Where run I Madman , naked against my foe , And ope those ports that may me ouerthrow : The birds teach not the Fowler how to take them , The Harts teach not the dogs to run & shake them . Looke too 't that need my taske I le do indeed , Though 't is to lend a sword to make me bleed : 'T is easie to make vs thinke we are beloued , Their faith which do desire is quickly moued : Smile louely on a youth , sigh from your hart , Aske why he comes so late , a pretty art . Shed some few teares , faine griefe for some close loue , And teare your haire as doth your passions moue : He is ouercome straite , pitty he will take , And say this care is onely for my sake . If he be spruce , and looke faire in a glasse , He 'll thinke the gods loue him , let not this passe : Who ere thou art , be not thy worth to strong , Nor rage not ouermuch , hath he done wrong ? Trust not too soone what art is in this case , Procris may be example haue you grace . The history of Procris . Neare to Hymetus hill a holy well , And a moist ground thicke grast the ancients tell : The wood , but vnderwood about this land , The description of Hymetus . The Crabtree , Rosemary , Bay , Mirtle stand . The thicke leau'd boxe , the Tamariske so small , Low stirubs , near Pines , there do these trees grow all The gentle West winde and the healthfull aire , Blow all those leaues & grasblades which are there : Cephaius loued rest , his hounds and men foregone , Weary in youth this ground oft sate vpon . And thus he sings , thou which dost lay my heate , Age , my brest come gentle aire and beate : One ouer dutious told his fearefull wife , These words she heard , and so began the strife , Procris who for a strumpet tooke this care , Fell downe much moued with a suddaine feare . Looke how the vine leafe which you latest gather , She lookt so pale , or farre more paler rather : And the ripe Quince tree which doth bend his bows Or dog-tree fruite , which none for meate allowes . Come to her selfe , her garments quite she tore , From of her brest , and made her brest all gore . And without stay in rage and hast she goes , Her haire about her neck like Bacchus froes : Being neare the place , her mate she leaues behind , Steales slyly to the wood , no feare in mind . 'T is thus thou thinkest now , who this aire should be And her dishonest tricks thine eyes shall see : Her coming shames her now , she would not take her Yet now she 's glad she 's come , loue doubtfull makes The name , the place , the signe , all these agree , And what the mind feares , that it thinkes to be . Seeing the grasse so by some body prest , Her trembling heart knockt at her tender brest : Now the mid-day had made the shadowes short , The euening and the morne of equall port : Young Cephalus returnes vnto the wood , And cooles his face with water as he stood . Procris stands close , on the grasse he layes him faire , And cries aloud , blow West wind , come sweet aire . So soone as she had heard the erronious name , Her mind and her true colour to her came . She rises , with her body the leaues shake , In mind to Cephalus her way to take : He thought it some wilde beast , snatcht vp his bow , His arrow in his right hand wont to show . What dost thou wretch , 't is no beast , stay thy dart , Alas , thy arrowes pierce a womans hart : She cryes out , thou hast stroke thy louing breast , Vpon this place thy wounds haue euer rest . I dye before my time not wrong'd in loue , This earth made me suspect thee light to proue : Aire take my breath , thee 't was I did mistrust , I die , close thou my eyes , lay me in the dust . She ended speech and life , and falling downe , Her husband takes her last breath from the ground . He beares his dying loue in wofull armes , And wailes with teares so strange & deadly harmes : But let vs backe , I see I must be plaine , At the lost hauen that our ship may againe . You looke now to be brought vnto a feast , And that we teach you here as in the rest : Come late , but comely brought in by night , Thou shalt be welcome , so delay hath might . Though thou be blacke thou shalt seeme faire to all The night will hide thy faults both great and small Eate neatly with your fingers art commands , How maids must behaue themselues at meate . Wipe not thy whole face with thy di●ty hands . Eat not to long , leaue ere you would forbeare , More then thou well canst do , this counsell heare : Were Hellen greedy Paris would her hate , And say my rape is foolish out of date , To drinke is comely , and more fit for you , Bacchus doth well wi●h Venus , this is true . Drinke , but yet not more then you well can beare , And what is one let it not two appeare : A shamefull thing to see a woman drunke , Such a one is fit to be each base knaues punke . Nor is it safe to sleepe , the tables drawne , Much shamefull things haue in your sleepe bin sawne 'T is shame to teach you more , yet Dion sayes , Shame is the chiefest subiect of these layes . Each know your selues as you your bodies see , Gestures in lying . So frame your lying in forme that it may be . Whose face is beautious , she must lye vpright , Whose backe is best , that still must be in sight : Atlantues thighes vpon his shoulders wore , Menation be these best , shew these the more . Low Maides must ride , Thebais was somewhat long , Nere sate one Hectors horse her pride among . Who hath a long side , which shee 'd haue in eye , Let her bend to her knees her necke awry : Whose hidden parts haue not a fault or spot , Lye ●uer side long , pray forget it not . Nor thinke it a disgrace your haire to loose , And then thy necke cast backward still to choose . Thou that art ragged close and couered lye , And from mens sight like the swift Parthian fly : ●oue hath a thousand wayes most voide of pride , To lie halfe vpright on the righter side . Apollos , Tripos , nor horrid Ammon say , Not things more true then what are in our lay : If there be truth in art got by long vse , Beleeue and trust , you 'll find it in our muse . Maides see you loue vs men , plucke from the roote , One thing may helpe you and steed to boote : Rease not faire words , cease not close whispering sweet And wa●ton words must with your sports oft meet . And thou whom nature hath bard loues quick sence , Faine pleasant ioyes though the things be from thence : Vnhappy Maide to whom that place is dull , Which with a man and woman should be full . Yet when you faine , beware , let none else know it , For feare thy gesture or thy eyes may shew it : What helpes the speech and shewes the breath is ill That part hath secrets , shame would hide it still . Who seekes a man after enioyment straite , Louing a gift would not her prayers had weight : Ope not your windowes wide to take in light , Much in your bodies rather fits the night . Our sport is done , Conclusion of the work . 't is time the Swaines depart , Which on their necks as yoakes haue drawne our art As Men before , say Maides when ye preuaile , Ouid our Master was , his art our saile . FINIS .

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