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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- 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 14, 2024.
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Page 103
That to my grief the least of comfort gives.
"Love unto fear subjected, ever drives
"A soul to coldest ice. O bitter wo,
That he whom Fortune contradicteth so,
Continually, with Jealousie, must live!
The fault (dear Mistress) I must lay on thee,
And all my grief; on thee I do complain
(O cruel soul) that pity dost disdain:
For if thou hadst but taken part with me,
I would not care, though 'gainst me did conspire
Heav'n, Earth, and Love, and Fortune, in their ire.