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As it goes round, each give his mistress some
Commending character.
2. Why then a health to her, whose beauties are
Not a gross earth with painted superficies ;
But a more iprightly element of purer fire :
Within whole sphere, a glorious mind doth move
All th' orbs of virtue, with celestial flame :
Whose active climbings carry her delires
To th' utmost heighth of nobleness and honour.
3. And here's a health to her, will freely put
Her sweets to use ; kiss, and be kiss'd again

Without a fie : whose boldness will not bluth
At an assault, or any wanton touch :
And if a man persiit to farther doing,
Accounts it loss of time ; a tedious wooing.

Nabbs's Covent Gardens, When she was born, nature in sport began To learn the c!inning of an artisan ; And did vermilion with a white compose, To mock herself, and paint a damask rose : But scorning nature unto art should seek, She spilt her colours on this maiden's cheek. Her mouth, the gate, from whence all goodness came : Of pow'r to give the dead a living name. Her words embalmed in so sweet a breath, That made them triumph both on time and death-; Whose fragrant sweets, since the camelion knew, And tasted of, he to this humour grew; Left other elements ; held this so rare, That since he never feeds on aught but air.

Brown's Pastorals I have a mistress, for perfection, rare In ev'ry eye; but in my thoughts most fair : Like tapers on the altar, shine her eyes ; Her breath is the perfume of sacrifice : And whensoe'er my fancy would begin ; Still her perfection lets religion in :

I touch

I touch her like my beads, with devout care;
And come unto my courtíhip, as my pray'r.
We fit, and talk, and kiss away the hours,
As chastly, as the morning dews kiss Aow'rs.

Randolph, If when the fun at noon displays

His brighter rays,

Thou but appear, He then, all pale with shame and fear,

Quencheth his light;
Hides his dark brow, flys from thy fight ;

And grows more dim,
Compar'd to thee, than fars to him.
If thou but shew thy face again,
When darkness doth at midnight reign;
Then darkness flies, and light is hurld,
Round about the filent world:
So as alike thou driv'it away,
Both light and darkness, night and day.

Long absence in far distant place
Creates the winter ; and the space
She tarry'd with me, well I might
Call it my summer of delight.
Diversity of weather came
From what she did, and thence had name ;
Sometimes she'd smile, that made it fair ;
And when she laugh'd, the sun shin'd clear :
Sometimes she'd frown, and sometimes weep;
So clouds and rain their turns do keep:
Sometimes again she'd be all ice,
Extreamly cold, extreamly nice.

Suckling The soldier that joins conquest to his namę

By victories, when o'ercome with years, As you must one day be, preserves his fame, Not by those wounds he gave, but those he bears :


So when your charms, in age's furrows lie

Lolt, and forgotten they had once so mov'd ; One wound amidst your heaps of victory,

Would better tell that you had been belov'd. Then like a Tyrant ravilh'd from his throne, You'il with, that you had gentlier usd your own.

Sir Robert Howard. Some fragrant flow'rs the smell ; fome trees the fight Do much content ; some pearls are wond'rous bright ; There's not so sweet a flow'r, fo fair a tree, So pure a gem in all the world, as she : Some ladies humble are, and some are wise ; Some chast, some kind, some fair to please the eyes ; All virtues do in her like stars appear, And make a glorious constellation there.

Watkins, Mens eyes are dim, but womens blind to excellence. This beauteous woman look'd upon my head And saw no crown on it, and look'd no deeper : Thus are our sex by women oft deceiv'd ; The gallant thinks his mistress fees his qualities, She only sees his equipage and garniture : Th' old wooden lord sees a young beauty glance, He thinks on him ; alas ! 'tis on a toy, More wooden than himself, his coronet : The statesman thinks his great parts charm his mistress; She only looks on's great house, his great train : The brave young hero thinks his miitress values him, Because his courage can support her honour ; ?Tis for his pages to hold up her tail.

Crown's Ambitious Statesman, M O D E S T r. 1. Of all Aowers methinks a role is best. 2. Why, gentle madam? 1. It is the very emblem of a maid : For when the west wind courts her gently, How modestly she blows, and paints the sun

M OD With her chale blushes ? when the north comes near hery Rude and impatient, then like chastity She locks her beauties in her bud again, And leayes him to base briars.

Shakespear and Rowley's Trwo Noble Kinsmen. I ask, that I might waken reverence ; And bid the cheek be ready with a blush Modelt as morning, when the coldly eyes The youthful Phabus.

Shakespear's Troilus and Crefida. Strange cross in nature ! pureit virgin shame Lies in the blood, as luft lies; and together Many times mix too : and in none more thameful Than in the shamefic'd. Who can then distinguish: 'Twixt their affections ; or tell when he meets With one not common ? yet, as worthiest poets Shun common and plebeian forms of speech, 'Ev'ry illib'ral and affected phrase To cloath their matter ; and together tie Matter, and form, with art and decency : So worthielt women should shun vulgar guises ; And though they cannot but fly out for change, Yet modesty, the matter of their lives, Be it adult'rate, should be painted true With modest out-parts ; what they should do still Grac'd with good Thew, though deeds be ne'er so ill.

Chapman's Revenge of Bully D'ambo isa A modeft silence, though 't be thought

A virgin's beauty, and her highelt honour ; Though ba mful feignings nicely wrought,

Grace her, that virtue takes not in, buton her ; What I dare think, I boldly speak ;

After my word, my well-old action rusheth; In open flame then passion break; Where virtue prompts, thought, word, act, never blusheth,

Marfion's Sophonisba. 1. You are so bashful. 2. "Tis not at first word, up and ride ; thou art


Cozen'd, that would shew mad in faith; besides,
We lose the main part of our politick
Government, if we become provokers :
Then we are fair, and fit for mens embraces,
When, like towns they lie before us ages,
Yet not carry'd, hold out their strongest batteries ;
Then compound too without the loss of honour;
And march off with our fair wedding colours flying.

Beaumont and Fletcher's Wit without Money.
What is't you doubt, her coyness ? that's but the
Superficies of luft, most women have ;
Yet why should ladies blush to hear that nam'd,
Which they don't fear to handle ? oh, they're politick!
They know our desire is encreas'd by the
Difficulty of enjoying ; where satiety
Is a blunt, weary, and drowzy passion :
If the bắttery-hatch at court stood always
Open, there would be nothing fo passionate
Crowding, nor hot suit after beverage.

Webster's White Devil.
If I do shun you, 'tis
As bashful debtors fhun their creditors;
I cannot pay you in the self same coin,
And am alham'd to offer

Suckling's Aglaura.
O useless shame! officious bashfulness !

Virtue’s vain sign, which only there appears
Where virtue grows erroneous by excess ;

And shapes more fins, than frighted conscience fears.
Your blushes, which to mere complexion grow,

You must as nature, not as virtue own;
And for your open'd love, you but blush so,

As guiltless roses blush that they are blown.
As well the morn, whose essence poets made,
her bashful eyes, we may

Does blush for what she sees through night's thin shade,
As that you can for love discover'd grieve.

Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert.

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