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.

On the perfections of his Mistress.

HER locks are streams of liquid amber, Curtains fit for beauties chamber; Of which slender golden sleave, Love his wanton nets did weave.

Her forehead, that is beauties sphere. A thousand graces moving there. Venus triumpheth on her brow, That comely arch of silver snow. The Savages that worship the Sun-rise, Would hate their god, if they beheld her eyes; All heavenly beauties joyn themselves in one, To shew their glory in her eye alone: Which when it turneth it's celestial ball, A thousand sweet Stars rise, a thousand fall. Her nose is beauties splendid port, Where Zephyrus delights to sport. Her breath is such, whose native smell All Indian odours doth excell; If all the pleasures were distill'd Of every Flower in every Field, And all that Hybla's hives do yield, Were into one broad mazer fill'd If thereto added all the Gums And Spice that from Panchaia comes; The Odours that Hydaspes lends, And Phoenix proves before she ends; If all the Air that Flora drew, Or Spirit that Zephyrus ever blew Were put therein, and all the Dew That ever rosie morning knew; Yet all diffus'd could not compare With her breath, delicious air. The melting rubies on her lip, Are of such power to hold, as on one day Cupid flew thirsty by, and stoopt to sip, And fasten there, could never get away. Have you seen Carnation grow, Fresh blushing through new flakes of snow? Have you seen with more delight, A red Rose growing through a white? Have you seen the pretty gleam That the Strawberry leaves in cream? Or morning blushes when day breaks? Such is the tincture of her cheeks. Her silver neck is whiter far

Then Towers of polisht Ivory are, And now behold her double brest, Of Venus Babe the wanton nest, Like Pommels round of marble clear, Where azure veins well mix'd appear; With dearest top of porphiry, Betwixt which two a way doth lie; A way more worthy beauties fame Then that which bears the Milky name; That leads unto the joyous field, Which doth unspotted Lillies yield; But Lillies such, whose native smell, All Indian Odours doth excell. Her hands would make a Tyger meek, So soft, so delicate, and sleek; That we from hence might justly prove, Nature wore Lillies for a Glove. Where whiteness doth for ever sit, Nature her self enameld it, Wherewith a strange compact doth lie, Warm snow, moist pearl, soft ivory. There fall those Saphir colour'd brooks, Which conduit-like with curious crooks, Sweet Ilands make in that sweet Land; As for the fingers of that hand, (The bloody shafts of Cupids war) With Amethyst they headed are.