The internet is awash with relationship advice. Just searching for ‘chat up lines’ brings up over a million results, revealing thousands of people wondering how to impress with charming, witty and suggestive opening gambits. Most of these lines are of dubious quality at best and I’m not sure how many people actually use them seriously, but they can at least claim to be part of a long tradition. In the 17th century, for instance, hopeful lovers could turn to one of the many ‘books of compliments’ for collections of one-liners which covered a multitude of potential romantic situations.
These books usually included lists of flowery compliments, phrases to halt unwelcome advances, expressions for ending a liaison, and insults to use in response to a rejection. Here is a selection of some of the best. I have kept the original spellings.
How to compliment a woman
* Madam, you have vanquished me, I am an eternal prisoner to your beauty
* Fair creature, You are that rich Cabinet wherein Nature hath lockt up all her rarities
* Madam, if there be a Heaven to reward vertues, your name will be recorded in the Register of Saints
How to please a man
* Sir, I shall desire no greater glory of you, than new proofs of my Obedience
* Sir, you have the power to sway me as you please
* Sir, I yield myself to your direction, manage me at your pleasure
How to handle compliments
* Sir, leave your superfluous language, I am none of those Ladies that are enamoured with flattering acrosticks
* Madam, my language is as my Intentions, plain and real, he that makes use of golden words, does it only to gild over the corruptions of his soul
* Sir, your language is more dubious than the oracle at Delphi
How to respond to a rejection
* Coy mistress, once I loved you, but have learned more Wit now than to followe such a blind guide as Cupid* Scornful girl, can you imagine I ever did intend to dote, especially on that small stock of beauty of yours, which serves only to convince me, you are not extreamly ugly
Some more unconventional lines
* Sir, your accomplishments speak you the Muses’ darling; you have suck’d the marrow of the Court
* Sir, the toyish conceites of your Youth are unfit for the testie cogitations of my age
* Madam, the perfume of your sweete breath informs me your Mother fed on Roses when she bred you
Further Reading
John Gough, The Academy of Complements (1663)