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 15, 2024.

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Page 5

Woman the Dissemblers.

SHall Waves be bid to Roll, when Tempests roar? Shall Calms succeed, when the loud Storm Blow ore? Shall Poets live Dejected, Proud and Poor? Shall Ice be Cold? Shall Fire be bid to Burn? Shall Darkness vanish at the Sun's return? Shall Silvius Love, and shall Amasia Scorn? Shall I teach Misers to embrace their store? Shall they teach me bright Beauty to adore? Shall I bid Gods, who are Immortal, Live? Shall I bid Women, all deceit, deceive?

Page 6

Women and Kings alike their sway maintain, And by dissembling what the feel, they Reign. Blameless, your Sex does in this art excel; 'Tis no deceit, if you deceive us well. Dissemble on, Shoot your devices far, Be every Charm, yet be but what you are. Be all, that Man, unsinning would adore. Be Woman—Woman! can a Name be more? You are of those whom all the World admire, The Hearts of Mortals, and of Gods you Fire. Men, to be Blest, retires to Shades with you, And when you please we grow Immortal too. In Beauteous Spheres, more bright than ours, you move, You give us Paradise, you give us Love.

Page 7

For you, bright Maids, I draw my conqu'ring Pen, To fix your Empire ore presuming Men.
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