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.

Complimental Expressions, &c. of the like nature to the Female Sex.

To the Queen. MAy it please your royal Majesty, out of the abundance of your Lenity and Princely compassion, graciously from your station of highest Honour and Eminence, to cast your Eyes upon the lowliest of your Servants, though un∣worthy of so great a favour.

May it please the Sacred Majesty of the Royal Con∣sort, to accept the Services of one who has no Ambi∣tion beyond the desire of serving her with the ut∣most zeal and diligence, &c.

To a Dutchess. May it please your Grace to consi∣der that I live but by your smiles; and when you frown, I must revert to what I was before I had a being.

May it please the High-born Princess, the Dutchess of, &c. to consider the supplication of her Servant, and be piteous as she is good and fair.

To a Countess. Most honourable Lady, what shall I say to express the gratitude I owe you, or how shall I sufficiently acknowledge my self for the favours I have received at your hands.

To a Viscountess. Madam, May it please your Ho∣nour, that without offence I may tender you my ser∣vice, and that you would raise my Ambition by put∣ting it in my power to make, though an imperfect re∣turn of the honour you have already done me.

To a Baroness. Madam, Your Honour is so full of good nature, that you bankrupt and quite exhaust my stock even of sutable thanks, or gratefull expressions and acknowledgments for and of so transcendent a liberality.

To a Baronettess. Most honoured Lady, how shall I frame my Words, or manage my Tongue to render you in any case sensible, or let you know in what re∣spect, or for what cause I am wholly devoted to your service.

Madam, I am at a loss to express to any hight that which may relish like an acknowledgment of your goodness.

To a Lady, the Wife of a Knight. Madam, May it please your Ladi∣ship to render me the satisfacti∣on of laying your Commands upon me, that I may show you how willing at all times I am to wait upon you and do you service.

To the Female Sex in General.

DEar Madam, conquered by your fair Eyes, I come to lay me at your feet, and acknowledge my selt your slave.

Madam, my life depends upon your smiles; and if you frown, I must drop into the shades, and be no more.

Best of Women, extend your wonted compassion to your servant, who labours under a languishment beyond expression, and expects no cure but from her that gave the wound.

Madam, if I may presume to express my self, I must tell you I love, and that your self is the happy object I doat upon.

Fair Mistriss, how shall I make my sufficient ac∣knowledgments for the many favours I have received at your hands; all I can do is to make it the business of my life to study a requital.

Madam, your Beauty, your Wit and singular Parts make a treble conquest over my affections.

Lady, I must blush when I consider you have cause to tax me with ungentility in not performing my promise, but relying upon your goodness, I hope my excuse may prevail with you for once.

Fairest of Creatures, pity the Man that loves you more than life, and wou'd be proud to fall-your sacri∣fice did you command it.

Madam, though you are severe, and give me de∣spair, which renders life tedious and troublesome; yet know when I fall your Martyr, no harsh words shall fall from my lips, but at the last gasp, the twi∣light between life and death, I'll faintly breathe a blessing on you.

Madam, consider I ash your Creature. and can sub∣sist no longer than I am supported by your smiles.

Madam, how long shall I languish and feed upon Camelions fare; if you resolve not to yield me Love for all my faithfull services, be kind and tell me so, that I by death at least may ease me of this lingring torment.

Madam, your Virtues exceed the Charms of Beau∣ty, and are the lasting Jewels that adorn you.

Madam, hard is the fate of Lovers where such Ex∣cellence appears to dash their great Resolves, and render them feeble and impotent by not being able to tell how much they love.

Thou best of Women, how shall I sufficiently ex∣toll your goodness; how shall I lay my self low enough at your feet, to let you know how sensible I am of the obligations you have laid upon me.

Great indeed, fair Lady, wou'd be my happiness, if what you speak in jest cou'd fink into my heart, that it might one day be in earnest.

Madam, blame me not for my pretensions to Love, since the power of that God is so universal, that he

rides Triumphant in every Region, and makes not only Man, but all Creatures feel his force.

Save, dear Madam, your languishing Servant from a Grave into which he is dropping, and there must lye in dark oblivion, unless your redeeming smiles retrieve his fate.

Ah, Madam, if loving too well be a crime; if any can be said to do so, when you are the bright object of his affections, pardon that offence, since Love is the highest Attribute of Heaven, and that by which we rise from lumpish Earth, as high as everlasting life.

Great (Madam) it has been my Endeavour to serve you, and you repay me with frowns: Consider, dear Lady, I cannot live in storms, considering the weak∣ness of the Bark, but must fall on the Rocks of black Despair, or shipwrack on the Quicksands of Dis∣dain.

Madam, your Eyes are my two polar Stars by which I steer to my haven of happiness.

Madam, your favour makes me richer than the Treasures of the Indies.

Charmed sweet Lady, by the fame of your Beauty I gave scope to my heart to love you before I beheld these bright Eyes; and now am more blessed to con∣firm it, considering the reports of fame that run high in others, have run low in you, and forgot or over∣looked more than half your Merit. What shall I say, divinest of Creatures, to mollifie your heart, that I may after so long a siege find a yielding there!

Happy, Madam, is the Man upon whom you shall cast your favours, for he will be exalted above his fellows in the transcendency of joy.

Much delighted Madam, with your pleasant and harmless conversation I am imboldned at this time to intrude into your company.

Pleased, sweet Lady, by gazing upon you, I follow you like your shade, to feast my eyes on those Beau∣ties my Ambition dare not pretend to enjoy.

Happy, sweet Lady, is the Man that lives in the ••hadow of your favour, for there he may supinely re∣pose, and be secured from the scorching of the Tor∣rid Zone of your scorn under which others must swel∣ter and languish.

Madam, give Audience to your slave, since I only live to tell you how much I love you, and then ex∣pire.

Madam, since you refuse to shew me any mercy, I am resolv'd to try the Waves, who, doubtless, in their greatest fury will be kinder.

Madam, you stand like an impregnable Tower a∣gainst the assaults of all Mankind.

Madam, the Roses and the Lillies in your fair Cheeks are always in contention, though they seem to live in peace, and hold an equal reign, since nei∣ther get the mastery.

Madam, your golden hair appears like flowing Amber upon your Head, that Globe of Wisdom; and your Forehead, like a Rock of Alablaster, reflecting the Sun-beams to inlighten the pleasant Vails beneath; your Eyes resemble two Diamond Quarries, and your Lips and Teeth, the Coral and the Pearly spoil of the richer Ocean; and all the rest more charming than the Spring deckt in her utmost Glories.

O! tell me, fairest Mistriss, if without offence I may dare to approach the presence of so divine a Crea∣ture; yet, methinks, where so much Beauty is ingros∣sed, kindness and good-nature ought to be its hand∣maids.

Madam, in you both Love and Honour wait; and Fortune is your slave.

Madam, the Charms that adorn your lovely Face

cannot be formed even in the largest thought, much more be characterized, as they truly deserved, by tongues of Mortals.

Madam, your Angellick beauties lay snares to intrap my soul, which wou'd have ease from pains it do's already feel.

Madam, to what a boundless hight of Ambition must the Man arise that dares to court your smiles.

Fairest of your Sex, if no other favour can be yield∣ed, honour me with a salute of your fair hand.

Madam, I am at a point; if you refuse me, I have resolved to chuse a nobler Fate than thus, like Niobe, to grieve till I become a Marble Statue.

Heal the Wounds, sweet Lady, you have made, and be not cruel to let me live in pain, when it is in your power to ease me.

Madam, to fall a sacrifice and expire, is the least part of my grief; but to be divorced by death from your fair self is intolerable.

Madam, instruct me how I shall find out a way to requite the favours you have been pleased to cast upon me.

Madam, I have endeavoured to the utmost of my power, in hopes my officiousness might have turned to some small account, whereby you might have reap∣ed the benefit, but find I am at a loss.

Assure your self, fair Lady, that I will ever be con∣stant; and when I am otherwise, may your Anger blast me.

Most obliging Madam, what shall I say to render you sensible of the many obligations you have laid upon me!

Madam, as a Captive I surrender my self; for al∣though I have a long time been a Rebel in the Empire of mighty Love, yet conquer'd by your goodness, I at length am reclaimed, confessing that I own to you my Conversion.