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 ...

Resolution to Love.

I Wonder what the Grave and Wise Think of all us that love; Whether our pretty fooleries Their mirth or anger move: They understand not breath that words do want, Our sighs to them are unsignificant.

One of them saw me t'other day Touch thy dear hand, which I admire; My soul was melting straight away, And dropt before the fire: This silly Wiseman, who pretends to know, Ask'd why I look'd so pale and trembled to.

Another from my Mistriss dore Saw me with watry eyes to come; Nor could the hidden cause explore, But thought some smoak was in the room: Such ignorance from unwounded learning came, He knew tears made by smoak, but not by flame.

If learn'd in other things you be, And have in Love no skill; For God sake keep your arts from me For I'le be ignorant still: Study or actions others may embrace, My Love's my business, and my Book's her face.

These are but trifles I confess, Which me weak mortal move; Nor is your busie seriousness Less trifling then my love: The wisest King, who from his sacred brest Pronounc'd all vanity, chose it for the best.