The beau's academy, or, The modern and genteel way of wooing and complementing after the most courtly manner in which is drawn to the life, the deportment of most accomplished lovers, the mode of their courtly entertainments, the charms of their persuasive language in their addresses or more secret dispatches, to which are added poems, songs, letters of love and others : proverbs, riddles, jests, posies, devices, with variety of pastimes and diversions as cross-purposes, the lovers alphabet &c. also a dictionary for making rhimes, four hundred and fifty delightful questions with their several answers together with a new invented art of logick : so plain and easie that the meanest capacity may in a short time attain to a perfection of arguing and disputing.

A Countrey Bumpkin to his Mistress.

Sweet honey Jone,

I Have here sent thee a thing, such a one as the Gentlefolks call a Love Letter: 'twas indited by my self after I had drank two or three good draughts of Ale, but 'twas writ in a Roman joyning-hand by the School-master and Clerk of our Parish, to whom I gave six pence for his pains. Truly Jone, my parents never brought me up to speak finely as my Land∣lords Son doth, but this I can say in downright terms, I love thee. Marry Jone, many time and oft have I fetcht home thy Cows, when no body knew who did it. Marry Jone, thou know'st I always plaid a thy side at stool ball, and when thou didst win the Garland in the Whitson-holidayes, marry Jone, I was sure to be drunk that night for joy. Marry Jone, cry I still, but when wilt thou marrie, Jone? I know thou dost love Will. the Taylor, who, 'tis true, is a very quiver man, and foots it most fetuously; but I can tell thee Jone, I think I shall be a better man then he shortly, for I am learning of a Fidler to play o'the Kit; so that if thou wilt not yield the sooner, I will ravish thee ere long with my musick. 'Tis true I never yet gave thee a Token, but I have here sent thee a peice of silver Ribband; I bought it in the Exchange, where all the folks houted at me, but thought I, hout and be hang'd and you will, for I will buy a Knot for my love. I assure thee Jone, 'twill make a better shew then a Gilt Bay-leaf, and for this year be the finest sight in all our Church. But what wilt thou give me for this Jone? alas, I ask nothing but thy self; come Jone thou shalt give me thy self, come prethe Jone give me thy self. What a happy day would that be, that to see us with our best Cloathes

on at Church, and the Parson saying, I Tom, take thee Jone, and by the mass I would take thee, and hug thee, and lug thee too, and hey then away to the Alehouse, and hey for the Musitioners, and the Canaries, and the Sillabubs, and the Shoulder a Mutton and gravie, with a hey down derry and a diddle diddle dee. Thus having no more to say, I rest in as∣surance of thy good will, thine

honestly, truly and blewly,