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.
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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.
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London :: Printed by J.C. for Humphrey Mosley; and are to be sold at his shop, at the signe of the Prince's Arms in S. Paul's Church-yard,
1653.
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"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." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A80038.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 15, 2024.
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Sonnet IIII.
THe Bat, that lurketh in a stony wall,Flies here and there, assured of her sight;When that the signes of darksome night she seesApproaching on; contented therewithall:But when she spies Apollo's beames so bright,Her fault she doth acknowledge, and recal.So now of late it did to me befal;And with my wandring mind it well agrees.
For I did think there was no other light,Nor beauty, but in her who did invite
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My senses first to love: but, to my thrall,When I beheld my Mirabel, bedightWith beauties, and such grace angelical;Then by and by I knew that heretoforeI plainly err'd, but never could do more.
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