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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[illustration] concrete poem in the form of a door
Broken sleeps, tormenting nights,Such as Death it self affrights;Leanness, roving, idle praises,Curses, blessings, strangeFantasies, Fevers, Agues, and Despair,First built Loves Castlein the Air.Foolish Mortals, do not postTo enter here, unto your cost.Cupid's Messengers will come,DESIRE and INCLINATION,You need not fear,Will bring you here,To taste those IllsThat thousands kills.Force not your selves,Yee foolish Elves,To doteUpon a Noteis sungBy her is yong.For know, one time or other you shall prove,(Maugre your wills) there is a god of love.
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