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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A Gentleman writes to his displeased Mistress.

IF ever any man could on a sudden be thrown down from the highest pinacle of Joy, to the lowest gulf of infinite unsupportable miseries; certainly I am he: for your (causless) anger hath filled me with such a confusion of thoughts, that I know not which way to turn my self. But now at last I have got my pen to paper; which does in all humility crave pardon of you, if in any thing I have offended, or were guilty of what you mislike; and withal, promises such an amendment for the future, as shall never incur the danger of your dis∣like. And if ever my thoughts did receive so much as a fainting in their affections; if they have not

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continually with more and more ardor from time to time pursued the possession of your favour, then let heavens most horrible plagues fall upon me. Do not then use him so hardly, who would for your sake hazard himself and all his future hopes. Nay, though you should be cruelly severe to me, yet let me say thus much; There is no one in the world that does, or shall more cordially affect your per∣son, or more really wish your good, then my deject∣ed self, and

Your despised servant.

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