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<DIV1 TYPE="half title">
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<P>The Art of Court&s;hip.</P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="license">
<P>This may be Printed.</P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>R. P.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<P>Printed for <HI>I. Back</HI> on <HI>London-Bridge.</HI></P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="title page">
<PB REF="2">
<PB REF="2">
<P>The Art of Court&s;hip; OR, <HI>The School of Delight.</HI></P>
<P>Containing Amorous Dialogues, Comple|mental Expre&s;&s;ions, Poems, Letters, and Di&s;cour&s;es upon &s;undry Occa&s;ions, rela|ting to Love and Bu&s;ine&s;s: Plea&s;ant New Songs, and Directions for Court&s;hip and Behaviour: And Rules for Carving Fle&s;h, Fi&s;h, Fowl; and cutting up Pa&s;try: Al&s;o to di&s;tingui&s;h the be&s;t Pieces, and decently to &s;erve a Table after the mo&s;t Modi&s;h and Courtly manner.</P>
<P>With other delightful and profitable things, nece&s;&s;ary for the accompli&s;hment of all Per&s;ons.</P>
<P><HI>To which is added,</HI> The &s;ignification of MOLES, in any part of the Body, in relation to good and bad Fortunes.</P>
<P>As likewi&s;e, The Interpretation of <HI>Dreams,</HI> as they pre&s;age happine&s;s or unhappine&s;s to Men and Women, in all Stations and and Conditions. Very profitable and ad|vantageous to all Per&s;ons.</P>
<P>Printed by <HI>I. M.</HI> for <HI>I. Back,</HI> at the Black Boy on <HI>London-Bridge:</HI> 1688.</P>
</DIV1>
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<BODY>
<DIV1 TYPE="courtship manual">
<PB REF="3">
<HEAD>THE Art of Court&s;hip; OR, <HI>The School of Delight.</HI></HEAD>
<DIV2 TYPE="dialogue">
<HEAD>An Amorous Dialogue between <HI>Thomas</HI> and <HI>Sarah;</HI> Or,<HI>The ready way of Wooing.</HI></HEAD>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thomas.</SPEAKER>
<P>OH my Love, how happy am I, thus accidentaily to meet you! alas my dear, why blu&s;h you? why turn you that face a|way, on which with delight I could gaze (would the brittle thread of Life continue) Ages without Number.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sarah.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah! how you flatter me now? truly <HI>Thomas</HI> I did not think you had been &s;o deep read in the Mi&s;tery of Court&s;hip; yet I am too wi&s;e to credit all that men &s;ay: Yes, yes, my Mother told me indeed, that men had deluding tongues, and charged me never to tru&s;t 'em.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tom.</SPEAKER>
<P>Cruel Maid, can you, after all the Expre&s;&s;ions of a real pa&s;&s;ion, which I
<PB REF="3">have many ways demon&s;trated, believe that I am in je&s;t or can be fal&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sarah.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay <HI>Tom,</HI> I know not but you may, for adad, my Mother &s;ays, there's not one in forty Mile that mean (indeed and good ear|ne&s;t) what they pretend.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tom.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then by all that is good in you, and my &s;elf I &s;wear.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sarah.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh fie <HI>Tom,</HI> nay, no &s;wearing, for I had rather believe you then you &s;hould u&s;e any vain expre&s;&s;ions.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tom.</SPEAKER>
<P>And you do believe me real, and that I love you above what words are capable of Expre&s;&s;ing? above all that I can wi&s;h or think, referring to things on this &s;ide Hea|ven.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sarah.</SPEAKER>
<P>Adad if I thought &s;o, i'de tell you more of my mind&mdash;Well if you will be con&s;tant and faithful&mdash;But why do I talk of that? e&s;pecially if I con&s;ider what my Mo|ther told me?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tom.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, come, no more of Ambigu|ity, let doubts cea&s;e, and try my Love; kindled by a flame as bright as the Planet of the day; a love that is la&s;ting, and cannot be extingui&s;ht by want of Jealou&s;ie.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sarah.</SPEAKER>
<P>If I thought &s;o&mdash;Well, to be plain with you <HI>Tom,</HI> for I can't hide it no longer; if you love me as you &s;ay, let us
<PB REF="4">be marryed as &s;oon as you will, and then do as you plea&s;e, as for our Fortunes, you know are but mean, and I am not in&s;en&s;ible of yours; I hate to &s;ee a man of your parts pine and whine, come come, let's make an end on't if it mu&s;t be &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now you revive me, and as it were call back my fading Spirits.</P>
<L>It &s;hall be as you &s;ay, this day &s;hall-be</L>
<L>The happy Nuptial, joyful day to me;</L>
<L>If you con&s;ent to be my charming Bride,</L>
<L>All cares i'le bani&s;h, and while by my &s;ide</L>
<L>You panting lye night &s;hall your blu&s;hes hide,</L>
<L>Night, that kind coverture of in&s;ant love,</L>
<L>Shall make you know how dear, how kind i'le prove.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>S.</SPEAKER>
<L>I yield, and if a power remain in me,</L>
<L>To make you happy nought &s;hall wanting be.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>T.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then let us ha&s;te and tye the Nuptial Bands,</L>
<L>Since hearts are joyn'd, we'l quickly joyn our Hands.</L>
</SP>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="dialogue">
<HEAD>A Dialogue between <HI>Amintas</HI> and <HI>Pricilla; Or,</HI> The Willing Lovers.</HEAD>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>P.</SPEAKER>
<L>Say, why are you of late &s;o drow&s;ie grown,</L>
<L>why o're your face is melancholly thrown</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>A.</SPEAKER>
<L>The cau&s;e is from within, a mighty grie<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>That &s;trongly &s;trugles, fain would have relie<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB REF="4">
<SPEAKER>P.</SPEAKER>
<L>Whence &s;prung it? &s;peak, does it pro|ceed from Love?</L>
<L>Be&s;ure it cannot that you'l ne'r approve.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>A.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ah! fair <HI>Prieilla,</HI> you have found it now</L>
<L>And what you &s;ay I blu&s;hing mu&s;t allow;</L>
<L>'Tis o're my heart great love doth tyrannize,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>P.</SPEAKER>
<P>But who is &s;he that could thy heart &s;ur|prize?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>A.</SPEAKER>
<L>A Beauty gay and lovely as the morn,</L>
<L>When Ro&s;ie blu&s;hes does its face adorn,</L>
<L>And pearly dews o're <HI>Floras</HI> face does &s;hade,</L>
<L>The faire&s;t Creature Nature ever made.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>P.</SPEAKER>
<P>Has &s;he no name? who is &s;he? tell me true,</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>A.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah, dear <HI>Pricilla</HI> fair one, it is you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>P.</SPEAKER>
<L>Me! O, it cannot be, I have no Charms</L>
<L>But Nature ca&s;t me roughly from her arms.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>A.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis only you can cure my wounded heart,</L>
<L>From your bright eyes was &s;hot the wounding Dart.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>P.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do not thus flatter to deceive a Maid,</L>
<L>Who&s;e yielding heart is ea&s;ily betray'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>A.</SPEAKER>
<L>No words of cour&s;e you heart that come and go,</L>
<L>But &s;uch as from intire affection flow.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>P.</SPEAKER>
<L>Cou'd I believe ye true, on &s;oon &s;hould find</L>
<L>That I am to no cruelty inc<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">in'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>A.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nothing more joys me, then to hear your name,</L>
<PB REF="5">
<L> Though hitherto I have conceald' my flame?</L>
<L>That it might brighter burn and I be ble&s;t,</L>
<L>When of your deare&s;t &s;elf I was po&s;&s;e&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>P.</SPEAKER>
<L>Was I confirm'd in this, with joy i'd flye</L>
<L>Into your Arms and in your Bo&s;om lye.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>A.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mi&s;tru&s;t me not thou faire&s;t of that kind,</L>
<L>A Love than mine more true you ne'r can find.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>P.</SPEAKER>
<L>I mu&s;t believe or dare I longer doubt,</L>
<L>Thus arm in arm we'l wear our ages out;</L>
<L>Till Death to ble&s;t Elizium us convey,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>A.</SPEAKER>
<L>we will my joy, and this thrice happy day</L>
<L>We'l memorize with Fe&s;tival and play.</L>
<L>And to all Lovers a kind pattern be,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t both our hearts as if in one agree.</L>
</SP>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="dialogue">
<HEAD>The different Effects in LO&V;E; <HI>Or,</HI> A di&s;|cour&s;e between <HI>Will</HI> and <HI>Ned.</HI></HEAD>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ned.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVEll Brother <HI>Will,</HI> how &s;ped you with your Mi&s;tri&s;s the o|ther day? I perceive you pu&s;ht the matter home; Come, come prithee tell me man, how it fared with you, for I ob&s;erve by your coun|tenance, you are wonderfully plea&s;ed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>W.</SPEAKER>
<P>How can <HI>I</HI> otherways, when &s;o fair &s;o &s;oft, &s;o kind and charming a Creature has ea&s;t her &s;elf into my arms, and met my pa&s;|&s;ion with an equal flame?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB REF="5">
<SPEAKER>N.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are a happy Man if it be &s;o: <HI>Venus</HI> was kind in ruling your Nativity: but Ah!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>W.</SPEAKER>
<P>How's this <HI>Ned</HI>&mdash;Why Man, what makes you &s;igh? &s;ure you han't fell in Love with a cro&s;s Mi&s;tri&s;s, have you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>N.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your gue&s;s is right; that heart which long with&s;tood the batteries of mighty love, and as unconcerned beat back the dazling beams of brighte&s;t Beauty, at la&s;t is &s;tormed, by a cruel fair one, who let's me langui&s;h without hope.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>W.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fie, fie, it cannot be; can you the witty gallant and the brave, langui&s;h for one who is regardle&s;s of your pain? Come, rouze up man, and bani&s;h &s;uch a Servile love, be your &s;elf and you have conquer'd it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>N.</SPEAKER>
<P>As &s;oon may Pri&s;oners loaded with &s;trong Chains, break from their Iron durance, as I break the Chains of Love; No, though &s;he be cruel, yet I &s;till mu&s;t love, and wound the Air with &s;ighs, as when the wind from hollow Rocks &s;ends an imperfect murmer.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>W.</SPEAKER>
<P>Surely you are in je&s;t?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>N.</SPEAKER>
<P>In je&s;t, &s;ay you, if it be a je&s;t it is a true one; a je&s;t which makes me covet Solitude, and &s;hun tho&s;e Recreations I was wont to Glory in; a je&s;t made wor&s;e by what you tell, and makes me do what ne'r before I did, Envy your happin &s;s, &s;ince I am mi&s;erable.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB REF="6">
<SPEAKER>W.</SPEAKER>
<P>No more of this, P&s;ha&mdash;'tis but counterfeit; come, come along thou whining &s;neaking pretending Lover; or if it be true, We'l to the place where joy &amp; mirth abound, In Songs &amp; Ma&s;ques we'l thy Pa&s;&s;ion drownd, Whil&s;t thou &s;halt &s;corn the &s;corner, &amp; be free From her that held thee in Captivity:</P>
<L>'Tis Mu&s;ick, Wine, and Voices, that remove</L>
<L>The pangs and tortures of a fruitle&s;s love.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>N.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'le go and try, though tryal may be vain,</L>
<L>And if I'm freed i'le ne'r be caught again.</L>
</SP>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="complimentary expressions">
<HEAD>Complemental Expre&s;&s;ions, and Love Po&s;ies.</HEAD>
<P>SIR, the joy to &s;ee you is more than words can utter.</P>
<P>Sir, 'tis you alone, next Heaven, on whom I mu&s;t relye; your favours are &s;o many, that my heart has &s;carcely room to contain them.</P>
<P>Sir, I am proud to be your Servant, and de&s;ire no more but to enjoy that name.</P>
<P>Sir, your Wi&s;dom and Eloquence is &s;o Charming, that I mu&s;t needs admire you.</P>
<P>Sir, the Excellencies with which you are endued, are many, and even beyond expre&s;|&s;ion.</P>
<PB REF="6">
<P> Sir, your friend&s;hip I covet above all others, and am proud to be ranked among&s;t the num|ber of tho&s;e you are plea&s;ed to term your Friends.</P>
<P>Madam, your Beauties are &s;o rare, and your actions &s;o tempting, that I mu&s;t wear your Chains, and count it a ble&s;&s;ing to be your Slave.</P>
<P>Madam, Wounded by your fair Eyes, I langui&s;h.</P>
<P>Madam, you are the fair Phyfitian that can only cure the di&s;temper of my mind.</P>
<P>Lady, 'tis your Vertues I admire, for that more than Beauty adorns the Female Sex.</P>
<P>Lady, I am Ravi&s;hed with your Charming Voice, who&s;e power is as great as that of <HI>Orpheus,</HI> in compelling the attention of ad|miring mortals.</P>
<P>Madam, in your Cheeks the Ro&s;es and the Lillies &s;trive for ma&s;tery, and on you wait a a pomp of winning Grace.</P>
<P>Lady, be plea&s;ed to rank me among&s;t your meane&s;t Servants, and I &s;hall make it the bu|&s;ine&s;s of my life to do you plea&s;ure.</P>
<P>Lady, I am all your own, command me in what you plea&s;e, and you &s;hall be obeyed.</P>
<P>Faire&s;t of Creatures, O that I could find words to expre&s;s how much I love.</P>
<PB REF="7">
<P> Madam you are fair and cruel, your beauty made the wound you now refu&s;e to cure.</P>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>POSIES.</HEAD>
<L>My love &s;hall be</L>
<L>For ever free.</L>
<L>Naught &s;hall divide</L>
<L>The knot we've ty'd</L>
<L>By Death alone</L>
<L>It is undone.</L>
<L>Till life is pa&s;t,</L>
<L>My love &s;hall la&s;t,</L>
<L>My love I place,</L>
<L>On thy &s;weet face.</L>
<L>'Tis thou in me,</L>
<L>Shall happy be.</L>
<L>My joy thou art, and ha&s;t my heart.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="love letters">
<DIV3 TYPE="part">
<HEAD>A Letter in Ver&s;e from a Love-&s;ick Youth to a &s;cornful Maid.</HEAD>
<L>WHil&s;t Gales of &s;ighs were &s;ent from my &s;ad brea&s;t,</L>
<L>And thoughts of you would give my eyes no re&s;t,</L>
<L>Snatching a mid-night Tapor &s;trait to write</L>
<L>I did begin, but tears &s;o dull'd my &s;ight,</L>
<L>That pardon if &s;ome blots do here appear,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t I intreat you be as kind as fair,</L>
<L>Pitty the Man that &s;ighs and pines for you,</L>
<L>The man who vows for ever to be true,</L>
<L>And thinks that nothing for you is too good</L>
<L>O give me &s;ome though but <HI>Camelians</HI> food.</L>
<L>Let me have hopes although I feed on air,</L>
<L>And run me not thus headlong to di&s;pair:</L>
<L>Sead me a Cordial deare&s;t or I dye,</L>
<PB REF="7">
<L>'Tis you or death mu&s;t end my mi&s;ery;</L>
<L>One or the other I mu&s;t &s;urely have,</L>
<L>You for my wife or wed the &s;ullen Grave:</L>
<L>And till I know my doom, I mu&s;t remain,</L>
<L>Your &s;lave to wear your chains and live in pain</L>
<BIBL><HI>I. B.</HI></BIBL>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="part">
<HEAD>The An&s;wer.</HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>Sir,</SALUTE></OPENER>
<P>YOur Poetical Fancy is very great, I &s;up|po&s;e much greater then your pa&s;&s;ion; but if you are real, take notice I give you leave to hope, yet rely not too much upon that, for Womens minds are wavering: indeed I could have wi&s;hed you had placed your affections &s;ome where el&s;e, for though I &s;hould admit you among&s;t the number of my &s;ervants, 'tis ten to one whether you will ever have what you de&s;ire. This Letter how plea&s;ing it may prove I cannot tell, I wrote it at the importu|nity of your Servant, which I had not done, but that he told me he &s;hould have but cold welcome if he returned empty handed: there|fore take it as it is, and make what you can of it, whil&s;t I re&s;t intirely my own to di&s;po&s;e of my &s;elf when and where I have mind to it.</P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>A. G.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>The Perfection of Women-kind.</HEAD>
<P>BEauty with vertue joyn'd is the bright jem that makes the wi&s;e the &s;ofter &s;ex e&s;teem</P>
<PB REF="8">
<L> For tho&s;e united Iu&s;tre does unfold,</L>
<L>Like flaming Diamonds in an Orb of Gold;</L>
<L>The la&s;t may well con&s;i&s;t without the fir&s;t,</L>
<L>But when the la&s;t is from the former thru&s;t,</L>
<L>Woman's no more, Women in vertue lies,</L>
<L>That is the thing that only we &s;hould prize;</L>
<L>For if not &s;o, a Picture that is fair,</L>
<L>Conceited living, is a thing as rare.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="song">
<HEAD>SONG.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To a plea&s;ant New Tune.</OPENER>
<LG>
<L>My life and my death are both in your power,</L>
<L>I never was wretched till this cruel hour;</L>
<L>Sometimes it is true, you tell me you love,</L>
<L>But alas, 'tis too kind for me ever to prove;</L>
<L>Cou'd you gue&s;s with what pain my poor heart is oppre&s;t,</L>
<L>I am &s;ure my <HI>Alexis</HI> would &s;oon make me ble&s;t</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Di&s;tractedly Jealous I do hourly rove,</L>
<L>Thus &s;ighing and mu&s;ing, 'tis all for my love;</L>
<L>No place can I find that will yield me relief,</L>
<L>My Soul is for ever entangl'd in grief;</L>
<L>But if the kind Stars let me &s;ee him, O then,</L>
<L>I'll forgive the cruel Author of all my pa&s;t pain&punc;</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>The Delights of Marriage.</HEAD>
<L>HOw happy <HI>Celia</HI> is it, now we are</L>
<L>In wedlock joyn'd &amp; made a happy pair&punc;</L>
<PB REF="8">
<L>'Tis true my <HI>Strephon,</HI> we have joys,</L>
<L>That few the like can find,</L>
<L>A pa&s;&s;ion that no time de&s;troys,</L>
<L>Is fix'd in eithers mind;</L>
<L>'Tis for my <HI>Celia,</HI> mighty Love has made</L>
<L>Us ble&s;t, &s;ince we to him our Vows ha' paid:</L>
<L>This had not been, if you had prov'd unkind,</L>
<L>This true content you ne'r before could find:</L>
<L>'Tis true my <HI>Strephon,</HI> I had been</L>
<L>In Ignorance till now;</L>
<L>The&s;e happy days I ne'r had &s;een,</L>
<L>If I had kept my Vow:</L>
<L>But now I find &s;uch follid bli&s;s,</L>
<L>That i'de not be a Virgin now,</L>
<L>For all that I could wi&s;h:</L>
<L>Come <HI>Celia</HI> then let's to the &s;hade,</L>
<L>And &s;olace in our love;</L>
<L>Thou &s;halt be yet more happy made,</L>
<L>And i'le more con&s;tant prove.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="song">
<HEAD>SONG.</HEAD>
<OPENER>Tune of, <HI>Amoret</HI> and <HI>Phillis.</HI></OPENER>
<LG>
<L>Young <HI>Pheon</HI> &s;trove the bli&s;s to ta&s;te,</L>
<L>but <HI>Strapho</HI> &s;till deny'd;</L>
<L>She &s;truggl'd long, the Youth at la&s;t,</L>
<L>lay panting by her &s;ide:</L>
<L>U&s;ele&s;s he lay, love would not wait,</L>
<L>till they could both agree,</L>
<L>They idly langui&s;ht in debate,</L>
<L>when they &s;hould active be.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB REF="9">
<L>At la&s;t, come ruine me, &s;he &s;aid,</L>
<L>and then there fell a tear,</L>
<L>I'le in thy Brea&s;t my blu&s;hes hide,</L>
<L>i ts all that Virgins fear:</L>
<L>Oh that age could loves right perform,</L>
<L>we'd make old men obey,</L>
<L>They court us long, Youth loves to &s;torm,</L>
<L>then plunder and away.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The ba&s;hful Lover have I &s;een,</L>
<L>in raptures of &s;urprize,</L>
<L>Adore his Mi&s;tri&s;s like a Queen,</L>
<L>and gaze upon her Eyes:</L>
<L>Then &s;igh, &s;ay nothing, and away,</L>
<L>and leave th'in&s;ulting foe,</L>
<L>Proud in the conque&s;t of the day,</L>
<L>without ever &s;aying no.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>Loves Power and Cruelty.</HEAD>
<L>LIghtning is not &s;wifter then the glance</L>
<L>of charming beauty, for tho' &s;een by chance</L>
<L>It penetrates the Soul and fires the mind,</L>
<L>That wretched Lovers no contentment find,</L>
<L>But cruel Torments, a tormenting grief,</L>
<L>Seizes the wretch that's void of a relief.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="essay">
<HEAD>Court&s;hip what it is.</HEAD>
<P>COurt&s;hip and good behaviour is the mo<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="2 letters"> accompli&s;h'd way of addre&s;&s;ing carriage
<PB REF="9">all Company, a Civil re&s;pect for Inferiours, and a due reverence and regard for Superiors, comely behaviour and mode&s;ty in Di&s;cour&s;e and action; a moderate carriage, and not too much dejected, a temper &s;uitable to all com|pany, and a mind not to be moved by pa&s;&s;ion, either of anger, joy or grief, not Loquatious but prudent and con&s;iderate, which are the chief Ornaments of either Sex, and gain a good repute among&s;t the wi&s;e&s;t of men.</P>
<L>A name you gain which time can never bla&s;t,</L>
<L>A name that will remain till time is pa&s;t.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="dialogue">
<HEAD>The Happy Suece&s;s: <HI>Or,</HI> Damaris <HI>and</HI> Ro&s;a.</HEAD>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D.</SPEAKER>
<P>AH! my Joy, you now are in my pow|er, Love gives us opportunity, come be not coy, you are my own, although divided &s;ometimes by our Parents.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>R.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas, I know not what you mean, though I confe&s;s I love you, and therefore am confi|dent you won't hurt me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, no, you need not fear that, my tender joy, for in hurting you I wound my &s;elf, come, come my little happine&s;s, let us retire.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>R.</SPEAKER>
<P>With all my heart I know you will make much of me, and &s;o long I am &s;afe.</P>
</SP>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="directions for carving">
<PB REF="10">
<HEAD>The newe&s;t Directions for <HI>Carving</HI> Butchers Meat, Fowl, Fi&s;h and Pa&s;tery.</HEAD>
<P>IN a Loyn of Veal, it being decently cut in two, cut off that piece next the Kidney end, and pre&s;ent it as the choice&s;t piece.</P>
<P>A Leg of Mutton, being taken by the han|dle, turn your Knife on the in&s;ide, as if you would &s;lit it, then turn off to the left, and turn out the Nut-piece, or the little Bone by the &s;ide of the handle, and pre&s;ent it as the mo&s;t acceptable.</P>
<P>In a Quarter of Lamb, you mu&s;t divide the Shoulder from the Ribs, &s;prinkle &s;ome Salt thereon, and lay it in its place, then turning your Knife under the handle, take off that part, and pre&s;ent it to your Friend.</P>
<P>In a Haunch of Veni&s;on, turn your Knife in the middle, cut out a round piece, and with Sawce pre&s;ent it: the &s;ame cutting &s;erves for a Gammon of Bacon, We&s;tphaliaham, &amp;c.</P>
<P>A Neats Tongue you mu&s;t &s;lit, and cutting it in thin &s;lices, prefent it.</P>
<P>A Pig mu&s;t be Chined down the Back, the Head being cut off fair, the Ears laid upon the Shoulders, and the Jaws by the Front; the Ears by Ladies being accounted be&s;t.</P>
<P>A Phea&s;ant mu&s;t be di&s;played, by entring the poynt of the Knife under the Legs and Wings, lacing the Brea&s;t, then be taken off and pre&s;ented.</P>
<PB REF="10">
<P> A Turkey mu&s;t be Rai&s;ed or lifted, by ta|kings off the Legs and Wings, and lacing the Brea&s;t, taking the Merithought, which is pre|&s;ented as the be&s;t piece.</P>
<P>A Patridge or Plover, mu&s;t be minced, by lacing and cutting cro&s;s, taking off the Legs and Wings, pre&s;enting the Brea&s;t.</P>
<P>A Heron or Bittorn, mu&s;t be lifted, that is, by rai&s;ing the Legs with the poynt of your Knife, lacing the Brea&s;t, taking off the Belly|piece and Merithought. Plover, Teal, and Widgeon, may be cut as Pullets.</P>
<P>A Goo&s;e mu&s;t be taken off Wings and Legs by a quick hand, with the poynt of a Knife, the Merithought rai&s;ed, the brea&s;t laced, and the rai&s;ed fle&s;h taken off, the Belly-piece taken off and divided. As for Pidgeons, young Chickens, Earks, and the like they mu&s;t be &s;plit or divided in halves, long-ways. A Capon or Pullet cut up like a Goo&s;e. The Wings of all Wild Fowl are the be&s;t, and the Legs of Tame ones are &s;o accounted.</P>
<P>A Salmon mu&s;t be Chined, laid open, and &s;liced. A Lob&s;ter mu&s;t be Clawed and broken up, or &s;lit. A Veni&s;on Pa&s;ty, or any large Pa&s;ty, mu&s;t be cut up in the middle of the Lid, the meat taken out with a Fork, and the Gravy with a Spoon, and &s;o pre&s;ented. As for le&s;&s;er Pies and Tarts, the lid mu&s;t be
<PB REF="11">intirely taken off, and the Filling &s;erved in Plates with part of the lid or in-&s;ide Cru&s;t.</P>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="physiognomy manual">
<HEAD>The Signification of <HI>Moles</HI> in any part of the Body.</HEAD>
<P>A Mole on the right part of the Forehead, &s;ignifies the party wi&s;e and Indu&s;trous.</P>
<P>A Mole on the left part of the Forehead, &s;ignifies the party to be of no great Ingenuity, bu<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"> that the party &s;hall be laborious, and there|by get Riches.</P>
<P>A Moles in the m<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">ddle of the Fo<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">ehead, de|notes an indifferent Fortune, but that the par|ty &s;hall be much beloved, and by that means may doubtle&s;s attain preferment.</P>
<P>A Mole on the right Eye-brow, promi&s;eth the party to gain Riches by Marriage.</P>
<P>A Mole on the left Eye-brow, threatens the fir&s;t marriage unhappy, but the &s;econd plyant and ea&s;ie.</P>
<P>A Mole on the No&s;e denoteth another on the privy parts, &s;ignifieth the party to be lu&s;t|ful, and very de&s;irous of marriage.</P>
<P>A mole on the Lip, &s;ignifies a &s;weet and af|fable temper, that the party has a good &s;troak at K<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;&s;ing.</P>
<P>A m<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">le on the Chin, or on one corner of the mouth, denotes Riches and Honour, but that the party is &s;omewhat Gluttonous.</P>
<PB REF="11">
<P> A mole on the Throat, threatens ths party with Di&s;ea&s;es, as Strangury, Quinfie, <HI>&amp;c.</HI></P>
<P>A mole on the Neck behind, is dangerous, unle&s;s that danger of &s;udden death be averted by providence.</P>
<P>A mole on the right Shoulder, &s;ignifies the Favour of great per&s;ons; and on the left, Ser|vility and labour, with many Cro&s;&s;es.</P>
<P>A mole on the Back, &s;ignifies a good Name, and many Children.</P>
<P>A mole on the middle of the Belly, ju&s;t by the Navel, denotes an early marriage.</P>
<P>A mole on the privy parts, denotes the par|ty powerful in Venery, and promi&s;es many Children.</P>
<P>A mole on the Buttocks, denotes the party to be of a plyant and affable temper.</P>
<P>A mole on the right Thigh, denotes plenty and plea&s;ure.</P>
<P>A mole on the left Thigh, &s;ignifieth the contrary.</P>
<P>A mole on the Knee, &s;ignifieth the party is given much to Piety and Devotion.</P>
<P>A Mole on the Calf of the Leg, &s;ignifieth the party will be &s;ubject to the Gout.</P>
<P>A mole on the right Ancle, &s;ignifieth the party &s;wift and indu&s;trous: On the left Ancle, it threatens him with falling into the hands of Thieves and Robbers.</P>
<PB REF="12">
<P> A mole on the right Foot, &s;ignifies the par|ty &s;hall travel on honourable occa&s;ions.</P>
<P>A mole a on the left Foot, denotes to a Wo|man much danger in Child-birth, and to a man much pain in Travel. <HI>Cum Multis Alias.</HI></P>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="tract on the interpretation of dreams">
<HEAD>A Di&s;cour&s;e of <HI>DREAMS,</HI> and their Interpretations.</HEAD>
<P>TO Dream you &s;ee white Hens upon a Dunghil, &s;ignifies Di&s;grace by &s;ome fal&s;e accu&s;ation.</P>
<P>To dream one is in a plea&s;ant Meadow, &s;ig|nifies the po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ion of Riches, and the advan|tage of plea&s;ure.</P>
<P>To dream one fights and overcomes, is to have the advantage over ones Adver&s;ary in Law Suits, or otherwi&s;e.</P>
<P>To dream it Thunders and Lightens, is a figure of approaching &s;ickne&s;s.</P>
<P>To dream two Lovers meet and have not power to &s;peak to each other, denotes the match will be broken off by the means of their Parents.</P>
<P>To Dream you &s;ee Death in Sickne&s;s, and that he flies you, is a &s;ign of recovery.</P>
<PB REF="12">
<P> To dream of Ki&s;&s;es and Embraces, &s;ignifies &s;udden Marriage.</P>
<P>To dream you are dead and laid out, &s;igni|fies a dre&s;&s;ing for the Nuptials.</P>
<P>To dream of gay Cloathing, and that upon your Back they turn to Rags, &s;ignifierh po|verty.</P>
<P>To dream one is with Child, and knows not the Father, denotes her Marriage with a &s;tranger.</P>
<P>To dream one &s;ees the Sun in its bright|ne&s;s, &s;ignifies the favour of Great ones.</P>
<P>To dream a Ring drops off ones finger, denoteth a di&s;appointment in Love.</P>
<P>To dream one has a Garland of Flowers brought and pre&s;ented, denotes he or &s;he will have the party de&s;ired.</P>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="song">
<PB REF="13">
<HEAD>A Song of COURTSHIP.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the Tune of, <HI>State and Ambition.</HI></OPENER>
<SP>
<LG>
<L>SWeet my Ambition is only to wooe thee,</L>
<L>Your Beauty's &s;o lovely it doth me &s;urprize,</L>
<L>Let my fair Mi&s;tri&s;s my gentle &s;ighs move ye,</L>
<L>Who long have a Captive been to your fair eyes,</L>
<L>Wi&s;hing no greater bli&s;s then to adore ye,</L>
<L>So &s;weet is the pain I in langui&s;hing find,</L>
<L>No beauty had power to wound me before you,</L>
<L>Then Gentle dear Virgin come &s;mile and be kind.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Lilly's and Ro&s;es &s;hall &s;haddow our plea&s;ure,</L>
<L>Fair Flora with &s;weets &s;hall perfume our &s;oft Bed,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t in my kind arms I hug my dear trea&s;ure,</L>
<L>Till Blu&s;hes created by fear are all fled.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maid.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Since you'r &s;o kind I cannot refu&s;e ye,</L>
<L>A conque&s;t great love in my heart now has made,</L>
<L>No longer kind Sir 'tis I mean to abu&s;e ye,</L>
<L>Then cheer up your Spirits and be no more &s;ad.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Though Virgins a while may &s;tand at a di&s;tance,</L>
<L>They cannot be cruel when true love is found,</L>
<L>Their hearts they grow tender and loo&s;e all re&s;i&s;tance,</L>
<L>When patience and con&s;tancy gives them a wound.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Man.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Ble&s;t be the moment that gave me the ble&s;&s;ing,</L>
<L>To make me &s;o happy beyond all degree,</L>
<L>A joy that is worth a Monarchs po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ing,</L>
<L>Love mighty Love has now heap'd upon me.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
</DIV2>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
<PB REF="13">
</DIV1>
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