Beauty, like Mans old Enemy's, known
To tempt him most when he's alone.
The Air of fome wild o'er-grown Wood,
Or pathlefs Grove is the Boy's Food.
Return then back, and feed thine Eye,
Feed all thy Senfes, and feast high.
Spare Diet is the Caufe Love lafts,
For Surfeits fooner kill than Fafts.

A Supplement of an imperfect Copy of Verses of Mr. Will. Shakespear's,

By the Author.

I.

NE of her Hands, one of her Cheeks lay under,
Cozening the Pillow of a lawful Kiss,

Which therefore fwell'd, and feem'd to part asunder,
As angry to be robb'd of fuch a Blifs:

The one look'd pale, and for Revenge did long,
While t'other blufh'd, cause it had done the wrong.

II.

Out of the Bed the other fair Hand was

On a green Sattin Quilt, whole perfect white Look'd like a Dazy in a Field of Grass,

*

Shakespear.

*And fhow'd like unmelt Snow unto the Sight, Thus fat There lay this pretty Perdue, fafe to keep The rest o'th' Body that lay fast asleep.

III.

Her Eyes (and therefore it was Night) close laid,
Strove to imprison Beauty 'till the Morn,

But yet the Doors were of fuch fine Stuff made,
That it broke through, and fhew'd it felf in Scorn,
Throwing a kind of Light about the Place,

Which turn'd to Smiles ftill as't came near her Face.

IV.

Her Beams (which some dull Men call'd Hair) divided,
Part with her Cheeks, part with her Lips did fport,
But these, as rude, her Breath put by ftill; fome
Wifelier downwards fought, but falling short
Curl'd back in Rings, and feem'd to turn again
To bite the part so unkindly held them in.

HAT none beguiled be by Time's quick flowing,
Lovers a
Lovers have in their Hearts a Clock ftill going,
For though Time be nimble, his Motions

Are quicker

And thicker

Where Love hath its Notions:

Hope is the main Spring on which moves Defire,
And these do the lefs Wheels, Fear, Joy inspire;
The Ballance is Thought, evermore

Clicking
And striking,

And ne'er giving o'er.

Occafion's the Hand which still's moving round,
Till by it the critical Hour may be found,
And when that falls out, it will strike

Kiffes,

Strange Bliffes,

And what you beft like.

1. 'Tis

T

I.

IS now, fince I fate down before
That foolish Fort, a Heart;

(Time ftrangely fpent) a Year and more,
And ftill I did my Part:

II.

Made my Approaches, from her Hand

Unto her Lip did rife,

And did already understand

The Language of her Eyes.

III.

Proceeded on with no less Art,
My Tongue was Engineer;
I thought to undermine the Heart
By whispering in the Ear.

IV.

When this did nothing, I brought down
Great Cannon-Oaths, and fhot

A thousand thousand to the Town,
And still it yielded not.

V.

I then refolv'd to ftarve the Place
By cutting off all Kiffes,
Praifing and Gazing on her Face,
And all fuch little Bliffes.

VI.

To draw her out, and from her Strength,

I drew all Batteries in:

And brought my self to lye at length
As if no Siege had been.

VII. When

VII.

When I had done what Man cou'd do,
And thought the Place mine own,
The Enemy lay quiet too,

And fmil'd at all was done.

VIII.

I fent to know from whence and where,
These Hopes, and this Relief?

A Spie inform'd, Honour was there,
And did command in chief.

IX.

March, march, (quoth I) the Word ftraight give,
Let's lofe no time, but leave her;

That Giant upon Air will live,

And hold it out for ever.

X.

To fuch a place our Camp remove
As will not Siege abide;

I hate a Fool that ftarves her Love
Only to feed her Pride.

Upon my Lord Brohall's Wedding.

I

DIALOGUE.

S.

N Bed, dull Man?

B.

When Love and Hymen's Revels are begun,
And the Church Ceremonies paft and done.
B. Why, who's gone mad to Day?

S. Dull Heretick, thou woud'ft fay,
He that is gone to Heav'n is gone aftray;

Broball

Is

Broball our gallant Friend

gone to Church, as Martyrs to the Fire: Who marry differ but i'th' end,

Since both do take

The hardest Way to what they most defire:
Nor stay'd he 'till the formal Priest had done,
But e'er that Part was finish'd, his begun :
Which did reveal

The Haste and Eagerness Men have to feal
That long to tell the Mony.

A Sprig of Willow in his Hat he wore,
(The Lofer's Badge and Liv'ry heretofore)
But now fo order'd that it may be taken
By lookers on, forfaking as forfaken:
And now and then

A careless Smile broke forth, which spoke his Mind, And feem'd to fay fhe might have been more kind. When this (dear Jack) I faw

Thought I

How weak is Lovers Law?

The Bonds made there (like Gypfies Knots) with Ease
Are faft and loose, as they that hold them please,

But was the fair Nymph's Praise or Power less
That lead him captive now to Happiness?
'Cause she did not a foreign Aid despise,
But enter'd Breaches made by others Eyes:
The Gods forbid,

There must be fome to thoot and batter down,
Others to force and to take in the Town.

To Hawks (good Jack) and Hearts

There may

Be feveral Ways and Arts;

One watches them perchance, and makes them tame: Another, when they're ready, fhews them Game.