The triumph of wit, or, Ingenuity display'd in its perfection. Being the newest and most useful academy, in three parts. Part I. Containing variety of excellent poems, pastorals, satyrs, dialogues, epigrams, anagrams, acrosticks, choice letters with their answers, ... and exactest collection of choice songs. Part II. Containing the whole art and mystery of love in all its nicest intreagues and curious particulars, ... with the description & anatomy of perfect beauty. Part III. Containing the mystery and art of wheedling and canting, with the original and present management thereof, and the ends to which it serves and is employed. Illustrated with poems, songs and various intreagues in the canting language, with the explanation, &c. To which is added, Instructions for dancing with musical notes.

The Disconsolate Lover comforted at last.

A Poem.

BEneath the thickness of the gloomy shade. A Place for Sorrows sad Retirement made; Where brooding Night spreads her eternal Wings, On rising shaddows that through Conduits springs, In blackest shapes which not the Lamp of Day With all its beams has power to chace away; They in substantial Darkness lose their fire, Whilst to th' Empyrean source all streams or Light retire. I set me down to breath my bailful grief In hopes (disburthen'd so) to find relief, And this sad place I fill'd with Plaints and Cryes, Pouring two Rivers from my flowing Eyes; But soon I found my Laments were in-vain, And only Echo answer'd me again. Ah wretched youth, I cry'd, and to my cry, Ah wretched youth, she sadly made reply, Never, never, then said I, must she Be by the Fates compell'd to pity me, Who through excess of Love for her must dy; No, never, never, Echo made reply.

Then have I lov'd in-vain; in vain, said I? In vain, in vain, agen she made reply. With that a rending sigh broke from my brest Succeeded by a Groan I long supprest; Which gave the Flame that in-ly burn'd new vent, And words ensu'd that long were Pris'ners pent: No more, said I, will I be answer'd so, For I to shades more Dark than these will go; Since I instead of Balm have Poison found, That rankles, and more deadly makes the wound Which breath'd unutterable Pains before, Compar'd with which those great Alcides bore When he the blood-dipt Shirt of Nessus wore, Wou'd seem but light, yet thus long I have try'd To live in hopes she wou'd be mollify'd; But since no hopes appear, nought but dispair Horribly grins a ghastly smile, and dare Deride me shakel'd in Loves fatal snare: Death the more welcom of the two, make hast; With that I lay'd me down to sleep my last. The trembling Earth shook as it's face I prest, The sollid Rock a hollow Groan exprest: And now to dye, I calmly did prepare, When sounding of approaching feet I hear, Which made me linger on the verge of life, A Truce with Death I made, content with grief Till I might learn who in that dismal Grove Had kindly heard my moan, when strait my Love, The cause of all my woes came rushing in, By Fate directed or some Pow'r Divine, With pointed Rays of Light so bright she shone, That all the Hell-born fogs with speed retire, Her Beauty's force they were compel'd to own, Who had derided the Coelestial Fire. Amaz'd at first, I stood by her unseen; Amaz'd, as if I thunder-struck had been:

When she cry'd, this must be the place my Dream Told me I must Aminta's life redeem: Too hard has been his tryal, I relent; And cou'd I find him yet by Grief unspent, I wou'd be kind, and set my Pris'ner free; But ah! I fear cold Death has don't for me: Though in a sadder way, if so, I'll Mourn, And drop a silent Tear upon his Urn; Hang o're his little Grave my drooping Head, And sigh and say, Alas for me! he's dead. Reviv'd at this, my scatter'd Powr's collect, And crawling towards her with low respect, Ah! me I cry'd, can Heav'n be yet so kind, That in the shades of Death I Life shou'd find, A Voice so doleful made her start aside, Supposing it my Ghost so faint I cry'd; But finding her mistake she led me thence, And for my tedious woes made Recompence. Now in th' Eternal spring of Joy and Love, All day securely uncontroul'd I rove; All night lye panting on her yielding Brest, Soft as the Clouds where little Angels rest, More Fragrant than the Phoenix Spicy Nest. Come all you Lovers come, rejoyce with me, Forget your Pain, since such Rewards there bee: Since mighty Love can make us all obey, Can change our Night to Everlasting Day, And such Large Int'rest for our Service pay.