The art of love in two books. Written both to men and ladies. A new poem.

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Title
The art of love in two books. Written both to men and ladies. A new poem.
Author
Hopkins, Charles, 1664?-1700?
Publication
London :: printed for Joseph Wild, at the Elephant at Charing-Cross,
1700. Where gentlemen and ladies may pick novels at 6 s. per doz. and be furnish'd with most sorts of plays.
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Subject terms
Love poetry -- Early works to 1800.
Link to this Item
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"The art of love in two books. Written both to men and ladies. A new poem." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A23605.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 1, 2024.

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Page 70

Sorrow.

WEep, if thou can'st, or if thou can'st not, feign, The Sun shines warmest after Show'rs of Rain. When She perceives you gaze with watry Eyes, She thinks those dewy Drops from Fires arise. By some feign'd Story first the Maid must know, You can't believe Tears from your Eyes can flow; She the remembrance in her Mind shall keep: You saw your Mother dye, yet could not weep. Then when She sees you weeping at each Breath, She thinks Love's pow'r beyond the pow'r of Death. Strait, the kind Nymph in your fond weakness shares; For there's a soft Infection lodg'd in Tears. Thus even by Tears you shall the Virgin fire, Like Oyl, such Waters make Love's flames aspire.

Page 71

Tho' you weep not, for Tears uncertain rise, Bending aside, yet seem to wipe your Eyes. Now is the time your Blessings to improve, Now is the time for happy mutual Love. Urge now the Fair her Passion to confess, Her Eyes speak Love, nor let her Tongue speak less. Fond, tender Words, soft as her Tears, shall glide, Love ever flows in Sorrow's gentle Tide.
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