Erōtomania or A treatise discoursing of the essence, causes, symptomes, prognosticks, and cure of love, or erotique melancholy. Written by Iames Ferrand Dr. of Physick

To the Booke.

MEthinkes a spruce S^r Amorous I spy, In quest of his adored Mistresse Eye. His Lookes, his Gesture, Garments, Haire, and all, Compos'd exactly Geometricall. As if that he assured were to prove, At first assault, a Conquerour in Love. Each glaunce of's Eye, each step he takes, declare What the most hidden thoughts of his Heart are. Nay, by that very Nod, I plainly see What his saluting Complement will be. Yet, thinkes he, he is in a closer shrowd, Then was Aeneas in his Mother's Clowd. Dreames, the most piercing Lvnceus can't detect, What the Marke is, at which he does direct

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All this his service. Nay, he's confident, His Sylvia nere shall spy out his intent: But yield her Fort, ere the first Onset's made; That he may boast, with what no paines he had Obtain'd his wisht-for Conquest. Heightned thus, With more then promise of a prosperous Successe, away he marches: whilst his Feet, And nimble Pulse, in the same measure meet. Both keepe a Triple-time: untill by chance, On the next stall casting a carelesse glaunce, He spies Thee, (litle Booke:) surprized much With thy bare Title-page alone, (for such A Sympathy betwixt his thoughts there is, And all discourse of Love,) he stops: will misse His present Visit, hoping here to find Somewhat, may better his Enamour'd mind, In Courtship of his Saint. But, reading ore Each part, he sees, (what did lye hid before,) His owne Disease: and, by Love-Melancholy, Can eas'ly censure his owne serious Folly. And now, unto his owne Discovery As open lyes, as he did erst to me.

Into a sudden Cure thus cheated, he, Leaving his Sylvia, falls in Love with thee.

BEN. MASTER. Chr. Ch.