Now seems she to expresse A bashfull willingnesse ; Shewing a heart consenting, As with a will repenting ; Then gently lead her on With wise suspicion :
For that, matrons say, a measure Of that passion sweetens pleasure.
You, you that be of her neerest kin, Now o're the threshold force her in. But to avert the worst,
Let her her fillets first
Knit to the posts; this point Remembring, to anoint
The sides, for 'tis a charme Strong against future harme: And the evil deads, the which There was hidden by the witch.
O Venus! thou, to whom is known The best way how to loose the zone Of virgins: Tell the maid
She need not be afraid; And bid the youth apply
Close kisses, if she cry; And charge he not forbears
Her, though she wooe with teares.
Tel them, now they must adventer, Since that love and night bid enter.
No fatal owle the bedsted keeps, With direful notes to fright your sleeps; No furies here about,
To put the tapers out,
Watch, or did make the bed; 'Tis omen full of dread:
But all faire signes appeare Within the chamber here. Juno here, far off doth stand, Cooling sleep with charming wand.
Virgins weep not, 'twill come when, As she, so you'l be ripe for men ;
Then grieve her not with saying She must no more a Maying; Or by rose-buds devine, Who'l be her Valentine;
Nor name those wanton reaks Y'ave had at barly-breaks;
But now kisse her, and thus say, Take time, lady, while ye may.
Now barre the doors, the bridegroom puts
The eager boyes to gather nuts;
To keep, and to release
That, which may the honour'd stem
Circle with a diadem.
And now, behold! the bed or couch,
That ne'r knew bride's or bridegroom's touch, Feels in it selfe a fire,
And, tickled with desire, Pants with a downie breast, As with a heart possest Shrugging as it did move, Ev'n with the soule of love
And, oh, had it but a tongue, Doves, 'two'd say, yee bill too long.
O enter then! but see ye shun A sleep untill the act be done; Let kisses, in their close, Breathe as the damask rose;
Or sweet as is that
Doth from Panchaia come;
Teach nature now to know
Lips can make cherries grow
Sooner then she ever yet
In her wisdome co'd beget.
On your minutes, hours, dayes, months, years, Drop the fat blessing of the sphears;
That good which Heav'n can give To make you bravely live ; Fall, like a spangling dew, By day and night on you. May fortune's lilly hand Open at your command, With all luckie birds to side
With the bridegroom and the bride.
Let bounteous fate your spindles full Fill, and winde up with whitest wooll. Let them not cut the thred
TEARES ARE TONGUES.
WHEN Julia chid, I stood as mute the while As is the fish, or tonguelesse crocodile ;
Aire coyn'd to words, my Julia co'd not heare, But she co'd see each eye to stamp a teare ; By which mine angry mistresse might descry, Teares are the noble language of the eye; And when true love of words is destitute, The eyes by teares speak, while the tongue is mute.
UPON A YOUNG MOTHER OF MANY CHILDREN.
LET all chaste matrons, when they chance to see My num'rous issue, praise and pitty me. Praise me for having such a fruitfull wombe; Pity me too, who found so soone a tomb.
I'LE come to thee in all those shapes, As Jove did when he made his
Onely, I'le not appeare to thee As he did once to Semele.
Thunder and lightning I'le lay by, To talk with thee familiarly;
Which done, then quickly we'll undresse
To one and th' others nakednesse; And ravisht, plunge into the bed, Bodies and souls commingled,
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