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.

ODE 3.

A Lover expecting his Mistress presence.

BRight dew, which dost the field adorn, As the earth, to welcome in the morn, Would hang a jewel, on each corn,

Did not the pitious night, whose eares Have oft been conscious of my feares, Distil you from her eyes as teares.

Or that my Mistress for your zeal, When she her beauties shall reveal, Might you to Diamonds congeal.

If not your pity, yet howere Your care I praise, 'gainst she appear To make the wealthy Indies here.

But see, shee comes: bright lamp o'th' skie, Put out thy light; the world shall spie A fairer Sun, in either eye;

And liquid pearl hang heavy now On every grass, that it may bow, In veneration of her brow.

Yet if the wind should curious be; And were I here should question thee: He's full of whispers, speak not me.

But if the busie teltale day, Our happy enterview betray; Lest thou confess too, melt away.