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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Title: 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.
Publication: 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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Song 15. All woman are not evil.

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THey meet but with unwholesome Spring,And Summers, which infectious are:They hear, but when the Mer-maid sings,And onely see the falling star;Whoever dareAffirm no woman chaste and fair.

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Go cure your Fevers, and you'll sayThe Dog-days scorch not all the yeer:In Copper-mynes no longer stay,But travel to the West, and thereThe right ones see,And grant all Gold's not Alchymie.

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What mad-man (canse the glo-worm's flameIs cold, swears there's no warmth in fire?'Cause some make forseit of their name,And slave themselves to mans desire;Shall the sex freeFrom guilt, damn'd to the bondage be?