and household servants; he must insinuate himself, and surely will, to all, of all sorts, messengers, porters, carriers; no man must be unrewarded, or unrespected.  I had a suitor (saith [5185]Aretine’s Lucretia) that when he came to my house, flung gold and silver about, as if it had been chaff.  Another suitor I had was a very choleric fellow; but I so handled him, that for all his fuming, I brought him upon his knees.  If there had been an excellent bit in the market, any novelty, fish, fruit, or fowl, muscatel, or malmsey, or a cup of neat wine in all the city, it was presented presently to me; though never so dear, hard to come by, yet I had it:  the poor fellow was so fond at last, that I think if I would I might have had one of his eyes out of his head.  A third suitor was a merchant of Rome, and his manner of wooing was with [5186]exquisite music, costly banquets, poems, &c.  I held him off till at length he protested, promised, and swore pro virginitate regno me donaturum, I should have all he had, house, goods, and lauds, pro concubitu solo; [5187]neither was there ever any conjuror, I think, to charm his spirits that used such attention, or mighty words, as he did exquisite phrases, or general of any army so many stratagems to win a city, as he did tricks and devices to get the love of me.  Thus men are active and passive, and women not far behind them in this kind:  Audax ad omnia foemina, quae vel amat, vel odit.

[5188] For half so boldly there can non
        Swear and lye as women can.

[5189]They will crack, counterfeit, and collogue as well as the best, with handkerchiefs, and wrought nightcaps, purses, posies, and such toys:  as he justly complained,

[5190] “Cur mittis violas? nempe ut violentius uret;
        Quid violas violis me violenta tuis?” &c.

       “Why dost thou send me violets, my dear? 
        To make me burn more violent, I fear,
        With violets too violent thou art,
        To violate and wound my gentle heart.”

When nothing else will serve, the last refuge is their tears. Haec scripsi (testor amorem) mixta lachrymis et suspiriis, ’twixt tears and sighs, I write this (I take love to witness), saith [5191]Chelidonia to Philonius. Lumina quae modo fulmina, jam flumina lachrymarum, those burning torches are now turned to floods of tears.  Aretine’s Lucretia, when her sweetheart came to town, [5192]wept in his bosom, “that he might be persuaded those tears were shed for joy of his return.”  Quartilla in Petronius, when nought would move, fell a weeping, and as Balthazar Castilio paints them out, [5193]"To these crocodile’s tears they will add sobs, fiery sighs, and sorrowful countenance, pale colour, leanness, and if you do but stir abroad, these fiends are ready to meet you at every turn, with such a sluttish neglected habit, dejected look, as if they were now ready to die for your sake; and how, saith he, shall a young novice thus beset, escape?” But believe them not.