The mysteries of love & eloquence, or, The arts of wooing and complementing as they are manag'd in the Spring Garden, Hide Park, the New Exchange, and other eminent places : a work in which is drawn to the life the deportments of the most accomplisht persons, the mode of their courtly entertainments, treatments of their ladies at balls, their accustom'd sports, drolls and fancies, the witchcrafts of their perswasive language in their approaches, or other more secret dispatches ...

Wit and Language.

Set Forms of Expression inserted for imitation.

A Kiss is but a minutes joy.

Your words are Delphian oracles.

Your wit hath too much edge.

I am a cast-away in love.

You are a flame of beauty.

Sweet and delicious as the feast of love.

Sweet as the breath of lutes, or loves deliciousness.

I, like a childe, will go by your directions.

You are the rising sun which I adore.

It is a confidence that well becomes you.

I see your wit is as nimble as your tongue.

Your favors I did tast in great abundance.

Let me but touch the white pillows of your naked breasts.

Your words like musick please me.

I prize your love above all the gold in wealthy Indies arms.

I'le play at kisses with you.

Give me a naked Lady in a net of gold.

Your fingers are made to quaver on a lute, your arms to hang about a ladies neck.

Your tongue is oyled with courtly flatteries.

You guild my praises far above my deserts.

My boldness wants excuse.

Reward stayes for you.

I'le pay the tribute of my love to you.

Welcome, as light to day, as health to sick men.

Let me share your thoughts.

Let men that hope to be beloved be bold.

You have a face where all good seems to dwell.

My duty bindes me to obey you ever.

I sacrifice to you the incense of my thanks.

You wear a showie livery.

I will repay your love with usury.

Vertue go with you.

You are the star I reach at.

I am engaged to business craves some speed.

You speak the courtiers dialect.

Inherit your desires.

You are my counsels consistory.

Your title far exceeds my worth.

I'le bathe my lips in rosie dews of kisses.

I wear you in my heart.

You are the miracle of friendship.

You are the usurer of fame.

My genius and yours are friends.

I will unrip my very bosom to you.

My tongue speaks the freedom of my heart.

Give me leave to waken your memory.

Of late you are turn'd a parasite.

With your Ambrosiack kisses bathe my lips.

Sure winter dwells upon your lip, the snow is not more cold.

Mine eyes have feasted on your beauteous face.

Your favors have faln like the dew upon me.

Oh! I shall rob you of too much sweetness.

You have the power to sway me as you please.

Your goodness wants a president.

Your acceptance shall be my recompence.

The Sun never met the Summer with more joy.

You wrap me up in wonder.

You temporize with sorrow. mine's sincere.

You have made me sick with passion.

Oh! suit your pitty with your infinite beauty.

There is no treasure on earth like her.

Your breath casts sweet perfumes.

Goodness and vertue are your near acquaintance.

You understand not the language of my intent.

My entertainment hath confirmed my welcome.

Your words have charmed my soul.

Make me companion of your cares.

I want no part of welcom but your wished presence.

It is no pilgrimage to travel to your lips.

I am proud to please you.

By you, like your shade, I'le ever dwell.

The unblown rose, the crystal, nor the diamond, are not more pure then she,

I'le chronicle your vertues.

As white as innocence it self.

As constant as the needle to the adamant.

You are the only anchor of my hopes.

I am as mute as night.

Women are angels clad in flesh.

My arms shall be your sanctuary.

You, like a comet, do attract all eyes.

As kinde as the Sun to the new born Spring,

As glorious as the noon-tide Sun.

Your eyes are orbs of stars.

You make my faith to stagger.

You are too much an adamant.

As you have vertue speak it.

You are a noble giver.

Let me seal my vowed faith on your lips.

It is a paradise enjoying you.

You are a white enchantress, Lady, you can enchain me with a smile.

I have no faculty which is not yours.

You are full of fair desert.

Your purse is my Exchequer.

Your example steers me.

Her name, like some celestial fire quickens my spirit.

You cannot tempt me Syren.

Let me perish in your presence.

Your love out-strips my merit.

Your complements call your faith in question.

My wish requites you.

Midnight would blush at this.

There's musick in her smiles.

The ocean's not more boundless then your favors.

I'le lodge you in my bosom, and wear you in my heart.

It is the blessing of my fate.

Fire quickens my spirits.

Your presence is restorative.

Your language is more dubious then an Oracle.

Your heart's like pibble, smooth but stony.

Passion, like midnight, sits upon your thoughts.

Her swan-like breasts more white then new faln snow.

Confirm me in your favor with a smile.

Welcom as Manna to my hungry soul.

She is the glory of her sex, she bears the palm of beauty from them all.

Others to her seem like the glimmering stars compared to the full moon.

I'le pay the last tribute of my lips to your fair hands.

The musick of the spheres is not so ravishing as her voice.

Report could never have got a sweeter air to fly in, then your breast.

You have the power to steer me as you please

'Tis my duty to obey your fair commands.

You are the only person I have ambition to honor.

Pray point me out some service to express my gratitude.

I know you are all courtship.

You are liberal in language.

Her breath persumes the air.

You imbrace the occasion to depart.

You are the partner of my hopes.

You are all worth, all bounty.

She is a mine of beauty.

I'le like your shade pursue you.

You have discourst me into admiration.

You have a soul is full of gratitude.

This kiss seals my repentance.

Your sight gives me a lease of longer life.

Let me now circle in my arms all happiness.

Let me be bold to claim your noble promise, my blood heaves in my veins to be in action.

'Tis happiness enough that you have mentioned it.

She hath an easie melting lip, and a speaking eye.

I must enroll you in the catalogue of my dearest friends.

Trust not the unruly appetite of youth that pines in more then wishes.

You walk in artificial clouds, and bathe your silken limbs in wanton dalliance.

Farewell fair regent of my soul, you still obliege my gratitude.

The sight of loves on both sides, they send amorous glances from one anothers eyes.

The blessings of your Mistress fall upon you.

Would I were secretary to your thoughts.

My best abilities of power are at your service.

A maiden head is a creature got in the eye, conceiv'd in a kiss,

I have no shift of faces, no cleft tongue.

I am not Oedipus enough to understand you, I am wrapt with wonder.

I have a strong assurance of your vertue.

Trouble me not with thanks, lest I endeavour not to merit any.

I'le rather doubt an Oracle, then question what you deliver.

You may teach Hermes eloquence.

My want of power to satisfie so great a debt, makes me accuse my fortunes.

Your bounty, like a new Spring, hath renewed the Autumn of my years.

I will not war with Eloquence.

You are Fortunes minion, you sleep in her bosom.

Such endearments will too much impoverish my gratitude.

Take me into your bosom, and hide me there.

Not the mountain ice congealed to crystal is more chaste then she.

I'le celebrate my Mistress health to you.

I ever held you my best example.

I'le like the perfumed winde sport with your hair.

You may challenge all my powers on your behalf.

All valor is confined in within your breast, I emulate your da∣ring spirit.

You overcharge me with so great a favor, as your descending thus to visit me.

I should do wrong to merit not to honor you.

As loved as the air I breathe.

You are the friend of Fortune.

All the dayes good attend you.

You cast your eyes too much upon the flame moves your destruction.

I'le be as just to you as heaven to truth,

You'l set the aspiring Cataline to school.

You are as amorous as youthful May.

I yield my self to your direction, mannage me at your pleasure.

I listned for that string, and your discourse hath toucht it.

You have suckt the milk of the court.

I will out-wait a Serjeant to attend you.

You set too high a price on my poor deservings.

The vertues of your mind would force a Stoick to be your Servant.

You have fired me with the heat of your deservings.

You are the star by whom my fate is led.

Her eyes are diamonds set in purest gold.

The very air is ravisht with her touch.

I cannot speak your praise.

You are the soul of goodness.

You may as you please determine of me.

You are the star that rules my faculties

Her breath is like the smoke of spices.

She whispers like the amorous lute.

My desires equal your wishes.

You have out-stript me in the race of Honor.

No service more then reciprocal.

I cannot pass you without an Ave.

Your noble deeds transcends all presidents.

It is an honor and so I do receive it.