Printed for Robert Horne, at the South Entrance of the Royal-Exchange. 1679.

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The ARGUMENT of the

FIRST CANTO of the Third Part.

The Knight and Squire resolve at once,
The one the other to renounce.

They both approach the Ladie's Bower,

The Squire t' inform, the Knight to wooe her.
She treats them with a Masquerade,

By Furies and Hobgoblins made:

From which the Squire conveys the Knight,

And steals him, from himself, by Night.

CANTO I.

'TIS true, no Lover has that Pow'r

T'enforce a desperate Amour,

As he that has two Strings to's Bow,
And burns for Love and Money too:
For then he's Brave and Resolute,
Disdains to render in his Suit,

H'as all his Flames and Raptures double,
And hangs or drowns with half the trouble.

While those who sillily pursue
The simple downright way and true,
Make as unlucky Applications,

And steer against the Stream their passions.
Some forge their Mistresses of Stars:
And when the Ladies prove averse,
And more untoward to be won,
Then by Caligula the Moon,
Cry out upon the Stars for doing
Ill Offices, to cross their wooing;
When onely by themselves they're hindred,
For trusting those they made her kindred:
And still the harsher and hide-bounder
The Damsels prove, become the fonder.
For what mad Lover ever dy'd,
To gain a soft and gentle Bride?
Or for a Lady tender-hearted,
In purling Streams or Hemp departed?
Leap'd headlong int' Elizium,

Through th' Windows of a dazling Room?
But for some cross ill-natur'd Dame,
The am'rous Fly burnt in his flame.
This to the Knight could be no News,
With all Mankind so much in use;
Who therefore took the wiser course,
To make the most of his Amours,
Resolv'd to try all sorts of ways,
As follows in due Time and Place.

No sooner was the bloody Fight
Between the Wizard and the Knight
With all th' Appurtenances over,
But he relaps'd again t' a Lover:
As he was always wont to doe
When h' had discomfited a Foe,
And us'd the onely Antick Philters
Deriv'd from old Heroick Tilters.
But now Triumphant and Victorious,
He held th' Atchievement was too glorious
For such a Conquerour, to meddle

With Petty Constable, or Beadle;
Or fly for Refuge to the Hostess

Of th' Inns of Court and Chanc'ry, Justice:
Who might, perhaps, reduce his Cause
To th' Ordeal Tryal of the Laws;

Where none escape, but such as branded
With red-hot Irons have past Bare-handed;
And if they cannot reade one Verse
I' th' Psalms, must sing it, and that's worse.
He therefore, judging it below him,

To tempt a shame the Devil might owe him,
Resolv'd to leave the Squire for Bail
And Mainprize for him, to the Gaol,
To answer, with his Vessel, all
That might disastrously befall.

He thought it now the fittest juncture,
To give the Lady a Rencounter;
T'acquaint her with his Expedition,
And Conquest o're the fierce Magician;
Describe the manner of the Fray,
And shew the spoils he brought away;
His bloody Scourging aggravate,
The Number of the Blows and Weight:
All which might probably succeed,
And gain belief h'had done the deed.
Which he resolv'd t' enforce, and spare
No pawning of his Soul, to swear;
But, rather then produce his Back,
To set his Conscience on the Rack:
And, in pursuance of his urging
Of Articles perform'd, and scourging,
And all things else upon his part,
Demand delivery of her Heart,

Her Goods, and Chattels, and good Graces,
And Person, up to his embraces.
Thought he, the ancient Errant Knights
Wone all their Ladies Hearts in Fights,
And cut whole Giants into fitters,
To put them into amorous twitters;
Whose stubborn Bowels scorn'd to yield