Plays.
FRequent the Theatre, you there may find,
Some beauteous Charmer to allure your Mind
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.
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- Cite 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 14, 2024.
Pages
Page 6
While on the Stage the feigning Lover dyes.
You may feel real Wounds from bright victorious Eyes
Romulus first Invented Plays at Rome,
With those allur'd, the Sabine Virgins come.
For some short time pleas'd with the Show, they smile,
But loose those Pleasures in a little while.
Seiz'd by the Roman Youth, they rashly tear,
Their beauteous Faces, rend their lovely Hair,
And on themselves Revenge the wrongs they bear.
With fruitless Shrieks the Neighb'ring Air they wound,
From Groves and pitying Rocks their Cries re∣bound,
The rougher Men, unmov'd, resist the sound.
E're since that time, all Theatres remain,
Renown'd for killing Eyes, and Lovers slain.
Place your self there, close nigh the charming Maid,
To her let all your Services be paid.
With transient Words you may begin Discourse,
Obliging always, offer nought by force.
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If the Dust chance to fall upon her Gown,
Be sure, be ready still to shake it down.
Neglect not this, this may be worth your while,
Perhaps she thanks you, and returns a smile.
Such little Offices must needs be done,
Pretend Dust fall'n, tho' well you know there's none.
Or if her Train fall loosely to the floor,
Do thou the Train to her fair Hands restore.
Be careful to, and your best Service lend,
Least ruder Knecs her tender Sides offend.
Such little Things as these make way for Love,
And Courtly done, can never fail to move.
The Fair, soft Sex will such attendance cost,
Not Words, but Actions wooe the Virgin most.
Observe my Rules, drawn from experienc'd Skill,
And go on Conquering, and to Conquer still.
Rally the Masks, who nigh the Charmer sit,
And so, divert her with Satyrick Wit.
Be cautious here; for Theatres are full
Of empty Fops, Conceited, Loud, and Dull,
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If with quick Wit you can't the Hours beguile,
At least show humour, and when silent, smile.
With a mild Air, an awful Homage shew,
Look fondly at her, and then smile anew.
Submit to her, still in Submission brave;
Maids hate the low, obsequious, cringing Slave.
Women are gain'd by little, taking Wiles;
Play with her Fan, and ask her why she Smiles;
Soon may that Toy, thus us'd, inflame her more,
Than e'er it cold her, with its blasts before.