The Art of courtship; or, The School of delight. Containing amorous dialogues, complemental expressions, poems, letters and discourses upon sundry occasions, relating to love and business: Pleasant new songs, and directions for courtship and behaviour: And rules for carving flesh, fish, fowl; and cutting up pastry: Also to distinguish the best pieces, and decently to serve a table after the most modish and courtly manner. : With other delightful and profitable things, necessary for the accomplishment of all persons. : To which is added, the significance of moles, in any part of the body, in relation to good and bad fortunes. : As likewise, the interpretation of dreams, as they presage happiness or unhappiness to men and women, in all stations and conditions. : Very profitable and advantageous to all persons.

A Dialogue between Amintas and Pricilla; Or, The Willing Lovers.

P.

Say, why are you of late so drowsie grown, why o're your face is melancholly thrown

A.

The cause is from within, a mighty grie•• That strongly strugles, fain would have relie••

P.

Whence sprung it? speak, does it pro∣ceed from Love? Besure it cannot that you'l ne'r approve.

A.

Ah! fair Prieilla, you have found it now And what you say I blushing must allow; 'Tis o're my heart great love doth tyrannize,

P.

But who is she that could thy heart sur∣prize?

A.

A Beauty gay and lovely as the morn, When Rosie blushes does its face adorn, And pearly dews o're Floras face does shade, The fairest Creature Nature ever made.

P.

Has she no name? who is she? tell me true,

A.

Ah, dear Pricilla fair one, it is you.

P.

Me! O, it cannot be, I have no Charms But Nature cast me roughly from her arms.

A.

'Tis only you can cure my wounded heart, From your bright eyes was shot the wounding Dart.

P.

Do not thus flatter to deceive a Maid, Whose yielding heart is easily betray'd.

A.

No words of course you heart that come and go, But such as from intire affection flow.

P.

Cou'd I believe ye true, on soon should find That I am to no cruelty inc••in'd.

A.

Nothing more joys me, then to hear your name,

Though hitherto I have conceald' my flame? That it might brighter burn and I be blest, When of your dearest self I was possest.

P.

Was I confirm'd in this, with joy i'd flye Into your Arms and in your Bosom lye.

A.

Mistrust me not thou fairest of that kind, A Love than mine more true you ne'r can find.

P.

I must believe or dare I longer doubt, Thus arm in arm we'l wear our ages out; Till Death to blest Elizium us convey,

A.

we will my joy, and this thrice happy day We'l memorize with Festival and play. And to all Lovers a kind pattern be, Whilst both our hearts as if in one agree.