Favours.
PErmit him now, sometimes your Hands to press,
And Sigh, but seldom, and in warm address.
Yet while his presses rise too fierce, too fast,
Withdraw your Hands, those favours must not last
The art of love in two books. Written both to men and ladies. A new poem.
About this Item
- 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 9, 2024.
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Page 36
seem serious now, while now you hear him Court,
That he may know you make not Love your Sport.
Attend, and Answer every thing he says,
Such soft attention must the Lover please.
Whilst now more fierce, more Passionate he Wooes,
He Love's, Believe, seem Sorry that he does.
Seem much concern'd to see the Lover Burn,
Seem much concern'd you can't his Love Return.
Let your Eyes kindly with compassion move,
Yet say you hate the Sex, and cannot Love.
'Tis your aversion; Monst'rous! Love a Man!
Say, vow you cannot, when you know you can.
He leaves you now, half desp'rate as before,
Bids you farewell; but Vows he must adore.
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He goes but to return; why let him go,
He's yours,—Or if you please he may be so.