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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"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 April 30, 2024.

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Page 42

Life of Love.

YEt here be cautious favour not too fast, Give not too much, yet give your self at last. Love should have mod'rate fuel, 'tis like Fires, Which too much, damps; yet slighted, it expires. All have not Souls deserving Virgin Flame, Some vainly think all Women are the same.

Page 43

Keep still your favours now, let none be lost, And give so little that no Youth may boast. Men are but Men, Maids are but mortal too, Give and Refuse, thus you grow ever new. Else will the Youth, continu'd fondness flee▪ For every Lover does not Love like me. What Flames had I for my Amasia Born, Had she been kind, when I so Lov'd her Scorn. Beauty like her's, whole Ages might deny, When Men persue like me, Maids, ever fly. But Oh! no Man like Sylvius can adore, No Woman like Amasia Charm— No Woman—(Maids forgive me) she was more
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