The card of courtship: or the language of love; fitted to the humours of all degrees, sexes, and conditions. Made up of all sorts of curious and ingenious dialogues, pithy and pleasant discourses, eloquent and winning letters, delicious songs and sonnets, fine fancies, harmonious odes, sweet rhapsodies.

Eugenia, and Flavia, two neer neighbouring Damo∣sels, discourse of their loves; resolving not to marry old men for money.

Eug.

FLavia, I kiss your hands.

Flav.

Eugenia, I pray you pardon me; I saw you not.

Eug.

I saith you have fixt thoughts, draw your ••ys inward, that you see not your friends before you.

Flav.

True; and I think, the same that trouble you.

Eug.

Then 'tis the love of a young Gentleman, ••nd bitter hatred of an old dotard.

Elav.

'Tis so, witness your brother Francisco, and ••••e rotten carcass of old Rodorigo: had I a hundred ••earts, I should want room to entertain his love, ••nd the others hate.

Eug.

I could say as much, were't not sin to slan∣••er the dead. Miserable wenches! how have we ••ffended our fathers, that they should make us the ••rice of their dotage, the medicines of their griefs, ••hat have more need of Physick our selves? I thank ••••y dead mother that left me a womans will, in her ••ast Testament; that's all the weapons we poor Gyrles can use; and with that will I fight, against ••ather, friends, and kindred, and either injoy Fo••o ••osco, or die in the field in's quarrel.

Flav.

You are happy, that can withstand your ••ortune with so merry a resolution.

Eug.

Why? should I twine my armes to cables, ••••t up all night like a watching Candle, and distill ••••y brains, through my eye-lids. Your brother loves me and I love your brother; and where these two consent, I would fain see a third could hinder us.

Fla.

Alas, our sex is most wretched; no sooner born, ••ut nurs'd up from our Infancy in continual slave∣••••y; no sooner able to pray for our selves, but they

braile and hud us so with sowre awe of parents, that we dare not offer to bate our desires: and whereas it becomes men to vent their amorous passions at their pleasure, we (poor souls) must rake up our affections in the ashes of a burnt heart, not daring to sigh without excuse of the spleen, or fit of the mother

Eug.

I will plainly profess my love; 'tis honest, chaste, and staines not modesty Shall I be marri∣ed (by my fathers compulsion) to an old mandrake, who is able to beget nothing but groanes; a hunt∣ing-golding, a faln pack-horse? No, no; I'll see him freeze to crystal first. In other things, good Fa∣ther, I am your most obedient daughter; but in this, a pure woman. And in troth, the temper of my blood tells me, I was never born to so cold a misfortune: my Genius whispers me in the car, and sweares, We shall injoy our Loves; fear it not, wench: and so farewell, good Elavia, farewel, farewel.

Fla.

Farewel, merry-hearted Eugenia.