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<P>&Ggr;&Agr;&Mgr;&EEgr;&Lgr;&Igr;&Agr; On the happy marriage of the mo&s;t <HI>accompli&s;hed paire,</HI> H. R. <ABBR><HI>E&s;q</HI></ABBR> And the vertuous <HI>A. B.</HI></P>
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<HEAD>ACADEMIA: OXONIENSIS:</HEAD>
<P>Christus: Lucrum</P>
<P>Veritas in Profundo:</P>
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<P><HI>OXFORD,</HI> Printed by L. L. AN. DOM. 1640.</P>
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<DIV1 LANG="lat" TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="3">
<PB N="1" REF="3" MS="y">
<HEAD>AD SPONSVM AEDES <HI>Brumhamianas</HI> prim&ograve; invi&s;entem.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>_SI&s;te gradum, quavis Juvenis dignis&s;ime form&acirc;,</L>
<L>Haec &s;tatio erranti e&s;t placidis&s;ima; pectoris ae&s;tu~</L>
<L>Hic relevare potes, nec pulchri indagine vult&ucirc;s</L>
<L>Per varios migres agros, varia&s;&abque; per urbes.</L>
<L>Occupet ignarum for&s;an <HI>Brumhamia;</HI> in illis</L>
<L>Aedibus alma Venus po&s;uere &amp; ca&s;tra Cupido.</L>
<L>Ho&s;pitium praedulce Deae peregrine &s;ubito,</L>
<L>Saucius exibis: Nam quos non vulnerat <HI>Anna</HI></L>
<L>Sanguinis antiqui <HI>Bayntonia!</HI> dives avorum,</L>
<L>Et decor ip&s;a &s;uis, cunctis praelata puellis;</L>
<L>Et form&acirc; prae&s;tans, &amp; primis nubilis annis.</L>
<L>Huic &s;imilem quondam &s;ervavit ahenea turris,</L>
<L>Aethere cui puro de&s;cendit plurimus auro</L>
<L>Jupiter, &amp; fulvus pro munere depluit imber.</L>
<L>Pro love munus erat; plus no&s;tr&acirc; elucet in <HI>Ann&acirc;;</HI></L>
<L>Plus pro dote feret; &s;iquidem &s;upereminet omnes</L>
<L>Virgineus pudor &amp; divina mode&s;tia dotes.</L>
<L>Vreris infaelix? Age, divam ambito puellam,</L>
<PB N="2" REF="4" MS="y">
<L>(Non ben&egrave; conveniunt ae&s;tus in amante, pudorque)</L>
<L>Ba&s;ia, &s;tulte, petas; nec tantum ba&s;ia pro&s;unt,</L>
<L>Quantum &s;ola nocent. Peragat facundia cau&s;am.</L>
<L>Quam non &s;ua&s;it Amor, fervens &amp; pectoris ardor?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Diva Venus, Veneri&s;que leves faveatis Amores.</L>
<L>Tu quoque ca&s;ta licet, noli moro&s;a videri,</L>
<L>Et cave ne renuas &s;ortem, quam fata benignam</L>
<L>In&s;olit&ograve; mi&s;&ecirc;re: vagae quot rure puellae,</L>
<L>Jllius (heu!) cupidae quot &s;perant ba&s;ia matres</L>
<L>Virginibus ce&s;&s;ura &s;uis! Tibi fata dederunt,</L>
<L>Quae reliquis inimica negant; quos &s;ola recu&s;as</L>
<L>Qu&acirc;libet amplexus emi&s;&s;ent arte puellae.</L>
<L>Ne te difficilem praebe; vix dignior illo</L>
<L>Qui&s;quam nocte tu&acirc; e&s;t, nuptae thalamoque pudico.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Vicimus, &ocirc; Juvenes, laetas Hymenaeus ad aures</L>
<L>Fertur, &amp; in&s;ignis patitur <HI>Bayntonia</HI> vinci,</L>
<L>Dat quoque victa manum, Veneris jam foedere gaudens.</L>
<L>O&s;cula nunc repetas pulchris &s;ignata labellis,</L>
<L>O&s;cula blanda dabit, nec quaeras o&s;cula tant&ugrave;m:</L>
<L>Virginitas jam tota tua e&s;t, c&ugrave;m Cynthia noctem</L>
<L>Speratam tulerit, Sol &amp; &s;e mer&s;erit undis.</L>
<L>Phaebus abit; Properes, &amp; dulcia bella cape&s;&s;as,</L>
<L>Collectumque di&ugrave; cupidus largire vigorem.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>J. E.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="3" REF="4" MS="y">
<HEAD>To the happy Bride-groome.</HEAD>
<L>WHile&s;t we, faire Sir, approaching Winter moane,</L>
<L>And grieve to &s;ee our <HI>May</HI> and <HI>Iuly</HI> gone:</L>
<L>The&s;e gentler Moneths con&s;pire to crowne your fate:</L>
<L>And with joyn'd temper &s;till attend your &s;tate.</L>
<L>Hee that enjoyes a Paradi&s;e, which yeelds</L>
<L>The Pride of Gardens, flowry Lawnes, and Fields;</L>
<L>Chang'd &s;ea&s;ons cannot feele: to him the yeare</L>
<L>'Twixt &s;pring and &s;ummer doth throughout appeare.</L>
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<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>To the mo&s;t vertuous Bride A. B.</HEAD>
<L><HI>The Paths of Love are plaine; and we his Darte</HI></L>
<L><HI>Can trace, when it wounds but a common heart.</HI></L>
<L><HI>In you, faire Spou&s;e, the winged Deity</HI></L>
<L><HI>Is Knots and Charmes, Riddle, and My&s;tery.</HI></L>
<L N="1">1 <HI>Tell me,</HI> Before what pearled row</L>
<L>Ripe Cherries doe in Autumne grow?</L>
<L N="2">2 What earthly Glories, &s;catter'd raies</L>
<L>Excell Apollo's haire and Bayes?</L>
<L N="3">3 What Climate in the North breaths forth</L>
<L>Aires, then the Ea&s;terne beds more worth?</L>
<L N="4"><PB N="4" REF="5" MS="y">4 What twin-like &s;tarres below doe prove</L>
<L>Light and eclip&s;e to tho&s;e above?</L>
<L N="5">5 What Snow is that, which is both flame</L>
<L>And fro&s;t to him that courts the &s;ame?</L>
<L N="6">6 What cha&s;t coole Ice hath heate &s;o much,</L>
<L>To melt th'embracer with its touch?</L>
<L N="7">7 What Sun is that, which ri&s;en benights</L>
<L>Fre&s;h Summer, &s;et breeds his delights.</L>
<L><HI>Would You unriddle the&s;e? in order &s;et</HI></L>
<L><HI>The two fir&s;t letters of the Alphabet.</HI></L>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>T. F.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<LG>
<L>EN En &s;tellato fulgens Venus aurea coelo</L>
<L>Praeludit Thalamis; &amp; multis lucida flammis,</L>
<L>Fau&s;tas promittit taedas noctem&abque; benignam.</L>
<L>Vobis (faelices Animae!) po&s;t taedia longa</L>
<L>Has &s;edes &s;acravit Amor: jam fata pote&s;tis</L>
<L>Improba ridere; &amp; vanos contemnere ca&s;us.</L>
<L>Sic po&s;tquam iratum tranavit navita pontum,</L>
<L>Et fruitur portu, Fortunae oblitus iniquae,</L>
<L>Demulcet Genium; at&abque; udis poen&egrave; obrutus undis</L>
<L>Ignigenae indulget Baccho, tepido&abque; Lyaeo:</L>
<L>Et nondum &s;iccas, expellunt pocula curas.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ite, agite, &ocirc; Juvenes, &amp; vos, ca&s;ti&s;sima turba,</L>
<PB N="5" REF="5" MS="y">
<L>Quae nondum Veneri &s;pecula appendi&s;tis, honores</L>
<L>Ferte omnes Spon&s;o &amp; Spon&s;ae; lecti&s;sima circum</L>
<L>Nectite &s;erta torum, multo&abque; &egrave; flore corollas:</L>
<L>Hoc templum Veneris, teneri&abque; Cupidinis ara.</L>
<L>En ubi ca&s;ta venit vittis redimita capillos</L>
<L>Victima purpureos, niveo&abque; in&s;ignis amictu.</L>
<L>Tali Agamemnoniam cultu ince&s;si&s;&s;e puellam</L>
<L>Credibile e&s;t, quando form&acirc; commota Diana,</L>
<L>Suppo&s;it&acirc; cerv&acirc; mae&s;tis &s;ervabat ab aris.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Turba puellarum, cur non imponitis arae,</L>
<L>(Huic molli lecto) nuptam? ne brachia vincla</L>
<L>Impediant, nec vincla pedes: &s;uccumbat Amoris</L>
<L>Victima, &s;ponte &s;u&acirc;. Cur palles &s;acra puella?</L>
<L>En my&s;tes tibi &s;pon&s;us erit: tibi vulnera figet,</L>
<L>(Cur iterum formo&s;a times?) at vulnera Amoris.</L>
<L>Mille genis teneris, &amp; mille &amp; mille labellis</L>
<L>At&abque; oculis fronti&abque; affiget ba&s;ia, donec</L>
<L>Deliquium patiatur Amor: tunc arctius ulnis</L>
<L>Corpus formo&s;um amplectens, &amp; eburnea colla,</L>
<L>Pectore mulcebit tepido, vire&s;&abque; vagantes</L>
<L>Colliget, at&abque; novos &s;en&s;im producet amores.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ad&s;is &s;pon&s;e &s;acer: my&s;tes &amp; &s;pon&s;us: Amoris</L>
<L>My&s;tes, &amp; &s;pon&s;us Veneris: &s;olennia &s;acra</L>
<L>Sunt peragenda tibi; faveat tibi noctis amicae</L>
<L>Longa quies, &amp; &s;er&ograve; &s;uos &s;ol dividat ignes,</L>
<L>(Quaerit Amor tenebras &amp; amica &s;ilentia noctis.)</L>
<PB N="6" REF="6" MS="y">
<L>Virgine &s;ic tandem oblat&acirc; &s;acri&s;&abque; peractis,</L>
<L>Mane novo innumeram po&s;sis praedicere prolem.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>P. M.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<LG>
<L>GOod morning to your cha&s;test loves; the day</L>
<L>Ha&s;ts to compleat your joyes: <HI>Sol</HI> could not &s;tay</L>
<L>One minute longer ere he ro&s;e; he fled</L>
<L>The tedious court&s;hips of his <HI>Tethys</HI> bed</L>
<L>And woo'd <HI>Aurora</HI> with a gentle &s;mile</L>
<L>That &s;he would ope the day, and &s;o beguile</L>
<L>Night of her due: &s;he blu&s;h'd, and &s;traight the hills</L>
<L>Were mantle'd all in red; the wood quire fils</L>
<L>The groves with Mu&s;ick: th' morne, the groves, and all,</L>
<L>Welcome the comming of loves fe&s;tivall.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Virgins deflowre the feilds: (you may commit</L>
<L>Rapes on the medows and be Virgins yet.)</L>
<L>Rob <HI>Flora's</HI> gawdy wardrobe, and o're&s;pread</L>
<L>The way with flowers where the Lovers tread.</L>
<L>This is an hone&s;t theft, this, no offence:</L>
<L>To &s;inne when Love command's is innocence.</L>
<L>This done, the lovers may to th' Temple goe:</L>
<L>The Temple hath a &s;hare in Loves rights too.</L>
<L>Religion is the band of loue: we ty</L>
<L>The lovers knot in this &s;olemnity.</L>
<PB N="7" REF="6" MS="y">
<L>The ring's the pledge of love: no other &s;tone</L>
<L>Gives it its price but its owne union.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ble&s;t Couple! (doe I not a &s;inne commit</L>
<L>To &s;ay a couple when this knot is knit?)</L>
<L>This right performed you both victors are,</L>
<L>Conquering each others hearts: each hath a &s;hare</L>
<L>In the others love: from the &s;elfe &s;ame fire</L>
<L>Both loves receive their warmth: the &s;ame de&s;ire</L>
<L>Burns in each brea&s;t: two bodies thus may be</L>
<L>By one &s;oule mov'd: 'tis Loves Philo&s;ophy.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Love hath proclam'd a fea&s;t: his courts doe ring</L>
<L>With &s;weete&s;t Mu&s;ick; and the Min&s;trils &s;ing:</L>
<L>The court's in&s;pir'd with mirth: who ever now</L>
<L>Lookes &s;ad and pen&s;iue, or contracts the brow,</L>
<L>Savours of Schi&s;me and faction: he will prove</L>
<L>Not of the <HI>court,</HI> but <HI>family</HI> of Love.</L>
<L>Had &s;ome decrepite paire enter'd Loves bands</L>
<L>Snowie with age, and joyned pal&s;i'd hands,</L>
<L>Mirth would have bin a <HI>mock-&s;how.</HI> Jf the Bride</L>
<L>Had chanc'd to &s;mile, you would perhaps have &s;py'd</L>
<L>Empty unfurni&s;h'd gums: to &s;ing, at best</L>
<L>Had bin to cough in tune: and all the re&s;t</L>
<L>Of Loves &s;olemnities, but only &s;howne</L>
<L>The Bride and Bridegroomes imperfection.</L>
<L>Here both are young: youth dances on their brows;</L>
<L>Fre&s;h and untainted vigour gently flows</L>
<L>Within their veines: hither doth nature bring</L>
<PB N="8" REF="7" MS="y">
<L>The riche&s;t tributes of the youthfull &s;pring.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>See where the Bride appeares: &s;uch Maje&s;ty</L>
<L>Did not invest the <HI>Cyprian Queen,</HI> when &s;hee</L>
<L>Ore' came on th' <HI>Phrygian</HI> Mounts: or when &s;he &s;trove</L>
<L>With armed <HI>Mavors</HI> in the field of Love.</L>
<L>Let but her aged parents gently &s;ipp</L>
<L>The balmy &s;weetne&s;&s;e of her virgin lipp,</L>
<L>Jt will repaire their age, and &s;traight restore</L>
<L>A fre&s;her &s;pring then ere they had before.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ble&s;t S^r, be happy in your Bride: tho&s;e armes</L>
<L>Are more effectuall then the &s;tronge&s;t charmes:</L>
<L>They will effa&s;cinate your &s;oule: but this</L>
<L>Bewitching is unto a future bli&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>Enjoy her, cha&s;t, and mode&s;t: (there can be</L>
<L>No better dowry then Virginity.)</L>
<L>Cha&s;t as the blu&s;hing morne, or pearly dew</L>
<L>Which drops from Virgin-Ro&s;es; who&s;e faire hue</L>
<L>The Sunne hath not yet courted. Ta&s;t the &s;weet</L>
<L>Due to your wedded &s;oules: it is not meet</L>
<L>That you &s;hould now in contemplation move</L>
<L>But try at length the practick part of Love.</L>
<L>Warm'd by each others loves, you may beget</L>
<L>Each night a <HI>Cupid</HI> and be youthfull yet.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>P. M.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="9" REF="7" MS="y">
<LG>
<L>SPon&s;a veni; differs nim&igrave;s expectata mariti</L>
<L>Gaudia, qu&agrave;m pretio&s;a Tibi dilabitur hora,</L>
<L>Dum nimi&ugrave;m ben&egrave; compo&s;itis Te ve&s;tibus ornas</L>
<L>Tu plus nuda places. Paridis &s;ententia, Palmae</L>
<L>Ip&s;i nec Veneri victricia &s;erta dedi&s;&s;et,</L>
<L>Si non nudatae. Nimiam &s;ub pectore curam</L>
<L>De cultu retines; non ve&s;te ornatior ull&acirc;</L>
<L>Qu&agrave;m Tali, Qualem Tibi connubialia prae&s;tant</L>
<L>Stragula, lodice&s;qu&egrave;, &s;acri velamina lecti.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Undique con&s;per&s;is &s;ternatur floribus alma</L>
<L>Tellus, &amp; Quicquid calcaverit haec Ro&s;a fiat;</L>
<L>Lilia virgineae di&s;pergite verna puellae,</L>
<L>Hoc agite, &amp; vobis talis precor accidat hora.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Accendas, Hymenaee, faces, facili&s;&abque; vocatus</L>
<L>Ritibus his ad&s;is viridi velatus amictu:</L>
<L>Si&s;que maritatis florentis nuntius aevi.</L>
<L>Nolo equidem decores humeros velamine flavo;</L>
<L>Zelotypi color i&s;te decet connubia &s;pon&s;i.</L>
<L>A&s;t hinc &s;u&s;picio, procul hinc quo&abque; vana face&s;&s;ant</L>
<L>Jurgia, &s;ollicitae procul hinc di&s;cedite curae,</L>
<L>Et quicquid violet peramica &s;ilentia noctis.</L>
<L>Aequo &amp; perpetuo nexu jungantur Amantes</L>
<L>Turturibus &s;imiles; &s;olo hoc di&s;crimine di&s;tent,</L>
<PB N="10" REF="8" MS="y">
<L>Nullo cum gemitu, nullo cum murmure vivant.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Rumpe moras Zonam&abque; tuam; Quid &s;pon&s;a moraris?</L>
<L>Pro Zon&acirc; cingat, pulcherrima virgo, mariti</L>
<L>Gratior amplexus; vivu&s;que &s;it annulus i&s;te,</L>
<L>Quo &s;ua perpetuo firmet connubia nodo.</L>
<L>Teque viro jungas, nec vitis amici&ugrave;s ulmo</L>
<L>Haereat, aut plures (opto) ferat illa racemos,</L>
<L>Quam Tu filiolos: parias foecunda Quotannis,</L>
<L>Et geminum parias, long&acirc;que propagine, foetum;</L>
<L>Sitque alter Matris, Patri&s;que &s;it ectypon alter.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>G. W.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<LG>
<L>COme <HI>Hymen</HI> ha&s;te, and bring thy lights,</L>
<L>And for a while let's know no Nights.</L>
<L>Put thy glad &s;affron Garment on,</L>
<L>Let all dull &s;adne&s;se farre begone,</L>
<L>And &s;ing with Mu&s;ique by thy &s;ide,</L>
<L>Joy to the Bridegroome, and the Bride.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Behold here is a loving Paire,</L>
<L>They both are young, and both are faire,</L>
<L>Thy Torches yet did never &s;ee</L>
<L>Brave Youth, and Beauty &s;o agree.</L>
<L>Ha&s;te <HI>Hymen</HI> then to joyne their Hands,</L>
<L>Haste thee and loo&s;e their virgin Bands.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="11" REF="8" MS="y">
<L>What beauty on his cheeke doth &s;hine!</L>
<L>Tis lovely, yet not Faeminine.</L>
<L>Each cheeke endeavours to excell,</L>
<L>And in this Friendly strife doe dwell.</L>
<L>A red in either doth abide,</L>
<L>As if they blu&s;h'd at eithers Pride.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In Hers what Mode&s;ty doth &s;it!</L>
<L>The Ro&s;e and Lilly there are knit.</L>
<L>From Her &s;nowy &s;potle&s;se looke,</L>
<L>The face of Jnnocence was tooke.</L>
<L>Her Lipps in Labour &s;well, &s;oft Ki&s;&s;es</L>
<L>Th'of&s;pring are, and &s;weeter bli&s;&s;es.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Their Friends and Fortunes aequall bee,</L>
<L>Their virtues, and estates agree;</L>
<L>Their Age is too &s;o nigh the &s;ame,</L>
<L>That they &s;carce differ but in Name.</L>
<L>They &s;eeme to mee as if they had</L>
<L>Bin Man and Wife by Birth, not made.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ha&s;te thee <HI>Hymen,</HI> what do&s;t feare</L>
<L>The threats of this, or t'other &s;hire?</L>
<L>Can <HI>Bromham</HI> mourne, or <HI>Cannington</HI></L>
<L>To &s;ee &s;o ble&s;t an union!</L>
<L>If to a Gemme, a Gemme you joyne,</L>
<L>The more's the Prize, the more's the &s;hine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="12" REF="9" MS="y">
<L>Thou rob'&s;t not this, or t'other place,</L>
<L>But add'&s;t to both a double Grace;</L>
<L>They two being wed, tho&s;e Townes may be</L>
<L>Partakers of the Mysterie.</L>
<L>Two &s;tarres conjoyn'd, both may di&s;pence</L>
<L>To &s;undry climes their Jnfluence.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The fruitfull vine doth from one Roote,</L>
<L>Diffu&s;e his Moisture round about;</L>
<L>So that the farthe&s;t Branch may be</L>
<L>The thicke&s;t clu&s;ter'd on the tree.</L>
<L>So from the stock may branches grow</L>
<L>To &s;hade tho&s;e Townes and Countries to.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And now I &s;ee 'em joyn'd, the Bells</L>
<L>To list'ning Friends the glad news tells.</L>
<L>Joy &s;itts on ev'ry brow, each eye</L>
<L>Mov's quick as Heaven with Lollity.</L>
<L>One wedding brings a thou&s;and forth,</L>
<L>For all &s;eeme married unto Mirth.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But &s;ee the Sunne how fa&s;t he flies</L>
<L>And to his amorous <HI>Tethys</HI> hies:</L>
<L>How red he blu&s;hes, as he were</L>
<L>A &s;ham'd t'have kept the married Paire</L>
<L>From their due joyes &s;o long? Their day</L>
<L>Js night, he cries, &s;o poa&s;ts away.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="13" REF="9" MS="y">
<L>And ha&s;te thou, Mu&s;e, too, only wi&s;h</L>
<L>Each night may prove no wor&s;e then this;</L>
<L>Their Love may &s;till encrea&s;e, and they</L>
<L>Ki&s;&s;e &s;till as loving as to Day.</L>
<L>The children like the Parents prove,</L>
<L>Some <HI>Mars'es,</HI> and &s;ome <HI>Queenes of Love</HI></L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>R. P.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<LG>
<L>HUc, huc &ocirc; Veneres, Cupidine&s;&abque;,</L>
<L>Huc Nymphae, Charite&s;&abque; quotquot e&s;tis,</L>
<L>Sed ca&s;tae Veneres, Cupidine&s;&abque;</L>
<L>Sed quales Charites beatis illum,</L>
<L>Sed quales Charites beatis illam,</L>
<L>Huc laeto &s;imul advolate cur&s;u.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Huc &amp; vos properate, grata, Mu&s;ae,</L>
<L>Turba, &amp; quaelibet induens Thaliam,</L>
<L>Ve&s;tros jungite Gratiis lepores.</L>
<L>Illi junctus <HI>Hymen</HI> choro beabit</L>
<L>Fau&s;to carmine blandulum maritum,</L>
<L>Fau&s;to carmine blandulam maritam.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Haec junget &s;oci&acirc; dies caten&acirc;,</L>
<L><HI>Hugonem</HI> juvenum venu&s;tiorum,</L>
<L>Et &s;ex&ucirc;s decus omne mollis <HI>Annam.</HI></L>
<L>Ne citum nimis urgeas Phlegonta,</L>
<PB N="14" REF="10" MS="y">
<L>Currum qui regis arbiter diei;</L>
<L>Cedas &s;eri&ugrave;s at nigrae &s;orori,</L>
<L>Fe&s;ti gaudia protrahens amaeni.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Atat, gnavus &amp; impiger maritus</L>
<L>Lento ira&s;citur, invidet&abque; Phaebo.</L>
<L>Spon&s;i gaudia plena quid moramur?</L>
<L>Et quid vota novae mode&s;ta &s;pon&s;ae;</L>
<L>Amplexu&s;&abque; pios, &s;ed &amp; ruborem:</L>
<L>Sincera o&s;cula, &s;ed &s;imul timorem:</L>
<L>Et quae dat genialis ille lectus,</L>
<L>Blanda &amp; Cypridos incruenta bella?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ah pigros nimis urgeas caballos,</L>
<L>Currum qui regis arbiter diei;</L>
<L>Da furvae citi&ugrave;s locum &s;orori;</L>
<L>Nec &s;edem pri&ugrave;s occupa relictam,</L>
<L>Donec officio&s;a turba amici,</L>
<L>Inter brachia molliora &s;pon&s;i</L>
<L>Nuptam corripiant novam, relicto</L>
<L>Nuper nomine virginis rubentem.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="eclogue">
<HEAD>AN ECLOGUE.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Coridon, Alexis.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hoe <HI>Alexis,</HI> gentle &s;waine</L>
<L>Turne a litle back againe.</L>
<L>Whether run'&s;t thou with &s;uch &s;peed,</L>
<L>Whil'&s;t thy flocks neglected feed?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="15" REF="10" MS="y">
<SPEAKER>Alex.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hast, <HI>Coridon,</HI> make ha&s;t away</L>
<L>This is Sheep-heards holyday.</L>
<L>See&s;t thou how the glad &s;waines runne</L>
<L>With each an acclamation</L>
<L>Of joy, and plea&s;ure, to betide</L>
<L>The happy Bridegroome, and his Bride?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Courteous Sheepe-heard read to me,</L>
<L>Who&s;e is this &s;olemnity?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alex.</SPEAKER>
<L>Wot'&s;t thou not how <HI>Brumham's</HI> pride</L>
<L>(Happy Virgin, happier Bride!)</L>
<L><HI>Pan's</HI> elde&s;t Nymph, and neare&s;t care,</L>
<L>Wedds <HI>Sylvanus</HI> &s;onne and heire?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Shee? the glory of the&s;e plaines,</L>
<L>Who&s;e beauty &s;o bewitch'd the &s;waines</L>
<L>And in her fond admirers &s;trooke,</L>
<L>Amazement with each gracefull looke?</L>
<L>Shee who&s;e every accent might,</L>
<L>Charme with wonder, and delight;</L>
<L>And challenge in harmonious mea&s;ure</L>
<L><HI>Syrinx, Pan's</HI> transformed plea&s;ure?</L>
<L>Who when her eye &s;hee doth advance</L>
<L>Conquers a heart with every glance?</L>
<L>Shee who made the amorous boyes,</L>
<L>To e&s;teeme no other joyes;</L>
<L>But neglect their flocks to fold,</L>
<L>While her eyes they might behold;</L>
<L>And not mind the &s;wift-pac'd Day,</L>
<PB N="16" REF="11" MS="y">
<L>Gazing on a brighter ray?</L>
<L>Who&s;e amorous and awfull eye,</L>
<L>Moves with &s;uch tempting modesty,</L>
<L>At once t'would kindle a loo&s;e flame,</L>
<L>And check it? Is't not Shee?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alex.</SPEAKER>
<L>The &s;ame</L>
<L>Yet all this beauty now is wonne,</L>
<L>By the Swaine of <HI>Cannington:</HI></L>
<L>Then whom <HI>Phoebus</HI> yet hath &s;pied</L>
<L>Nothing fairer, but his Bride.</L>
<L>One in who&s;e ennobled bre&s;t</L>
<L>Vertue's &s;elfe hath cho&s;e to re&s;t.</L>
<L>True in heart, and &s;trong in tongue;</L>
<L>Wonder, in a &s;waine &s;o young!</L>
<L>Nothing Noble, nothing faire,</L>
<L>Lacks to make a perfect paire.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Joyne we then, and let our love</L>
<L>Call for more ble&s;sings from above</L>
<L>On this rich couple. Send them downe</L>
<L>Every Deity a Crowne.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alex.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Pallas</HI> wi&s;dome.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cor.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Juno</HI> trea&s;ure.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alex.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Hebe</HI> youth.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cor.</SPEAKER>
<L>And <HI>Venus</HI> plea&s;ure.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alex.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Bacchus</HI> and <HI>Apollo</HI> joyne,</L>
<L>To make this a fruitfull vine.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cor.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Hymen</HI> with thy brighter flame</L>
<L>Quite expell all cau&s;e of blame.</L>
<L>Farre hence vaine jealou&s;y be &s;et,</L>
<L>Where youth and beauty &s;o are met.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="17" REF="11" MS="y">
<SPEAKER>Alex.</SPEAKER>
<L>That &s;o thir numerous joyes may ne're decrea&s;e,</L>
<L>Each being others greate&s;t happine&s;&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>T. P.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="eclogue">
<HEAD>ECLOGUE.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Damon. Cloris.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dam.</SPEAKER>
<L>COme, <HI>Cloris,</HI> let us hast away,</L>
<L>Wee mu&s;t all now keepe holiday.</L>
<L><HI>Thir&s;ill</HI> to day mu&s;t <HI>Coelia</HI> wed,</L>
<L><HI>Pan</HI> will enjoy him in his Bed.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clo.</SPEAKER>
<L>The newes is welcome, &s;uch a paire,</L>
<L>So young &s;o hand&s;ome and &s;o faire</L>
<L><HI>Arcadia</HI> yeelds not, what a face</L>
<L>Doth the gentle <HI>Coelia</HI> grace!</L>
<L>How did &s;hee Captivate the Swaines</L>
<L>That ever &s;aw her on the Plaines!</L>
<L>What Garlands would this Sheep-heard bring,</L>
<L>What Roundelaies that other &s;ing!</L>
<L>That &s;carce a Pipe was heard to play</L>
<L>Vnle&s;&s;e in prai&s;e of <HI>Coelia!</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dam.</SPEAKER>
<L>And, <HI>Cloris, Thir&s;il</HI> is a Lad,</L>
<L>That in as great e&s;teeme is had,</L>
<L>What Sheep-hearde&s;&s;e on all the greene</L>
<PB N="18" REF="12" MS="y">
<L>Hath not <HI>Thir&s;ills</HI> lover beene?</L>
<L>Pretty <HI>Daphnis</HI> oft would make,</L>
<L>Garlands, and Po&s;ies for his &s;ake,</L>
<L>And oft in flowers his name would &s;et,</L>
<L>And weare it in her Coronet,</L>
<L>And then &s;hee'd vow that his name lent,</L>
<L>The flowers their colour, and their &s;ent.</L>
<L><HI>Phyllis</HI> too did often &s;end,</L>
<L>Tokens to him, as her friend,</L>
<L>Shee wrought him Handkerchiefs, which &s;hee</L>
<L>Conveid unto him privily,</L>
<L>And if at any time he chanc'd</L>
<L>To u&s;e them when hee publike danc'd,</L>
<L><HI>Phyllis</HI> then was happy made,</L>
<L>And ample recompences had.</L>
<L>What &s;hifts would <HI>Amarillis</HI> frame,</L>
<L>If &s;hee but heard of <HI>Thir&s;ills</HI> name!</L>
<L>Shee'd drive her flocks to his, and &s;weare</L>
<L>They better fed, becau&s;e &s;o neare.</L>
<L>His eyes &s;hee'd call tho&s;e heavenly &s;howers,</L>
<L>That deck the earth with gra&s;se, and flowers,</L>
<L>And twas no mar'le &s;ince &s;hee did view,</L>
<L>How in his cheeks &s;weet Ro&s;es grew,</L>
<L>Shee call'd his face a Flowery May,</L>
<L>His eye a never falling day:</L>
<L>If that he, but a piping were,</L>
<L>Sheed cal't the mu&s;icke of the Spheare.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="19" REF="12" MS="y">
<SPEAKER>Clo.</SPEAKER>
<L>Oh <HI>Damon</HI> thou thy &s;elfe can&s;t &s;ay,</L>
<L>How <HI>Coelia</HI> doth both &s;ing and play,</L>
<L>How all the young&s;ters of the plaines,</L>
<L>Are ravi&s;ht with her curious straines.</L>
<L>How when &s;he &s;ings her Flock will looke</L>
<L>As with admiration &s;trooke,</L>
<L>They leave of gra&s;ing &s;traight to heare,</L>
<L>And only then doe feed the eare.</L>
<L>Some &s;tand &s;tone &s;till, as if afraid</L>
<L>To di&s;turbe the beauteous Maide.</L>
<L>But others friske it here and there,</L>
<L>Dancing to the Tunes they heare.</L>
<L>Whil'&s;t all the Sheephearde&s;ses yeeld</L>
<L>To her the honour of the field.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dam.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then <HI>Cloris</HI> they are happy met.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clo.</SPEAKER>
<L>They're like a Ro&s;e to a Ro&s;e &s;et.</L>
<L>Like two bright starres they doe appeare,</L>
<L>Both are faire, and both are cleare.</L>
<L><HI>Sol</HI> with bright <HI>Venus</HI> doth conjoyne,</L>
<L>Beauty, and Maje&s;ty combine.</L>
<L><HI>Pan</HI> crowne their wi&s;hes, may they be</L>
<L>Not happy, but foelicity.</L>
</SP>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>A. S.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="20" REF="13" MS="y">
<LG>
<L>WHat strange &s;ound's this! an invocation</L>
<L>Of <HI>Cupid, Hymen,</HI> Love, Peace, Vnion!</L>
<L>'Tis well &s;ome yet agree; for by tho&s;e Gods</L>
<L>J thought that all the World had been at odds.</L>
<L>And did&s;t thou &s;ay a Wedding? ist not, Friend,</L>
<L>A Tournament the&s;e Families intend?</L>
<L>Or more va&s;t quarrell, &s;uch as threats our Land?</L>
<L>Looke, yon's as brave a troope as th' Royall band.</L>
<L>But hence all terrors, &s;ince J well di&s;cry,</L>
<L>Here's nought intended but a ble&s;t &s;upply</L>
<L>Again&s;t both warres, and &s;ickne&s;&s;es: hopes yet,</L>
<L>Since though we cannot &s;ave, wee may beget:</L>
<L>He that gave Angells Immortality,</L>
<L>Jn liew of that, did bid Man, Multiply.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>By what name &s;hall I &s;aint the&s;e houres? &s;ome &s;ay</L>
<L>Tis not &s;o much a Nuptiall, as Birth-day.</L>
<L>Since Parents, Friends, each one this day begins</L>
<L>To acknowledge him, that was borne &s;ingle, Twins:</L>
<L>And yet I feare we have err'd gro&s;sely who</L>
<L>Doe &s;tile the&s;e Twins; They are not &s;o much two;</L>
<L>But &s;hall become, ere the&s;e ten Moones be gone,</L>
<L>Incorporate one Babe, one Little-one.</L>
<L>Of that compleat, and perfect Vnity,</L>
<L>All you boa&s;t yet, is but as Prophecie;</L>
<PB N="21" REF="13" MS="y">
<L>Your Loves, as ring, are types, that the Church <HI>will'd,</HI></L>
<L>But <HI>Progeny</HI> is Marriage <HI>fulfill'd.</HI></L>
<L>Nature expects this from you, as her meed;</L>
<L>Then for your birth you thanke her, with your breed.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>R. P.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<LG>
<L>FIdlers, goe breake your &s;trings, more mu&s;ick lies</L>
<L>Jn the Brides mirth, then your har&s;h melodies.</L>
<L>Dancers, be you gone too, her panting hart</L>
<L>Keepes truer mu&s;ick-time, then all your art.</L>
<L>And what needs the&s;e &s;trew'd flowr's? if for their &s;ent,</L>
<L>Her breath <HI>Arabian</HI> &s;pices doth pre&s;ent!</L>
<L>But if the colour plea&s;e your eye, why &s;ee</L>
<L>A blu&s;hing ro&s;e in each cheeks mode&s;ty.</L>
<L>Your junkets too are u&s;ele&s;se, for each gue&s;t</L>
<L>Findes in the Bride a mo&s;t delicious fea&s;t.</L>
<L><HI>Hymen</HI> put out thy torch; though love's a fire,</L>
<L>Yet darkne&s;se, and not light is his de&s;ire.</L>
<L>But if againe you would revive the Sun</L>
<L>Let the Bride ope an eye, and &s;traight 'tis done.</L>
<L>Thus happy Bridegroome you enjoy in one</L>
<L>A wife, and wedding preparation.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>How will the Hinds of <HI>Somer&s;et,</HI> glad Swains,</L>
<PB N="22" REF="14" MS="y">
<L>Run hobling with their welcomes o're the plains,</L>
<L>When <HI>Canington</HI> &s;hall turne loves paradice,</L>
<L>With the wi&s;ht pre&s;ence of your beauteous prize?</L>
<L>They'l leave their harve&s;t thougb it &s;hine; the plow</L>
<L>The flayle, and all &s;hall lye neglected now;</L>
<L>And to a bag-pipe, whi&s;tle, &s;ingle Kitt,</L>
<L>Lift up their heeles 'till they the Seiling hit:</L>
<L>Scraping &s;uch welcomes that your hall will bee</L>
<L>Turn'd fallow with their Gamboll jolitye.</L>
<L>As if their plowing &s;hooes would there foretell,</L>
<L>The plenteous viands which againe &s;hall &s;well</L>
<L>Your full crown'd tables, equalling that &s;tore</L>
<L>Your Fathers charity us'd &s;pend before.</L>
<L>Your flouri&s;hing age doth prophecy their mirth</L>
<L>Shall yearly be renew'd with a faire birth.</L>
<L>Such hopes are da&s;ht, when youth mungrels it's blood</L>
<L>With a rich three-&s;core ore-worne Widdow-hood.</L>
<L>Where the not plea&s;ant, but mo&s;t reverend bride</L>
<L>Lies like a <HI>Sybill</HI> by her husbands &s;ide,</L>
<L>Who ki&s;&s;eth her with &s;uch devotion,</L>
<L>As Anch'rites doe &s;ome Relique, or Saints bone.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But heer's no wrinkles, &s;ave what <HI>Venus</HI> hurles</L>
<L>On her faire brow, when it with &s;miles &s;he curles.</L>
<L>The&s;e &s;trict embraces teach the fruitfull vine,</L>
<L>And &s;hew the honyedwood-bine, to entwine.</L>
<L>Like two perfumes mixt may they know no strife,</L>
<L>But to infu&s;e in a third Odour, life.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>G. K.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="23" REF="14" MS="y">
<HEAD>On the happy Marriage of H. R. and A. B. masked under the names of ASTRO|PHIL and CHARILLIS.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>YOu Virgins that did ne're yet prove</L>
<L>The power and &s;weet effects of love:</L>
<L>And yet faine would learners be,</L>
<L>J'th' cha&s;t and naturall mi&s;tery.</L>
<L>Goe not to your wanton vine</L>
<L>'Tis not love &s;he doth define</L>
<L>But loves errour, &s;ee her Top,</L>
<L>Makes u&s;e of every Neighbour prop:</L>
<L>And rather then &s;hee'l lye alone</L>
<L>Sheele loo&s;ely mingle with her own.</L>
<L>The Jvy too as well doth twine</L>
<L>About the Elme as lofty Pine,</L>
<L>If &s;hee has &s;tore &s;hee doth not care</L>
<L>How crooked and deform'd they are.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Such love as this though typ'd by trees</L>
<L>Is practis'd by tho&s;e loo&s;er &s;hees,</L>
<L>Who&s;e dotage thinks all ware will pa&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>If veil'd with loves diviner gla&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>Her true complexion wouldst thou &s;ee,</L>
<L>Such as is not Here&s;y,</L>
<L>Who&s;e unmixt and cleaner fires</L>
<PB N="24" REF="15" MS="y">
<L>Owe their birth to &s;uch de&s;ires,</L>
<L>As a Hermite may admit,</L>
<L>Or a frozen Anchorite:</L>
<L>Let <HI>A&s;trophil</HI> thy Tutor be,</L>
<L>Or <HI>Charillis</HI> cha&s;tity.</L>
<L>Who to each Virgin brea&s;t &s;hall prove&punc;</L>
<L>Not lovers but the Art of love.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Which having learnt and that you bee</L>
<L>Proficients in the my&s;tery;</L>
<L>At your Tutors Bridall day,</L>
<L>Every Virgin &s;ing a Lay:</L>
<L>And as &s;acrifices bring</L>
<L>The pride and glory of the &s;pring.</L>
<L>Lillies, Daffadills, and Po&s;ies</L>
<L>Of the blu&s;hing Damaske Ro&s;es,</L>
<L>Primro&s;es and other flowres</L>
<L>To bedeck the Wedding bowres.</L>
<L>Chaplets fre&s;h, both white and greene,</L>
<L>Such as fit Loves, King and Queene.</L>
<L>Since to each Virgin brea&s;t they'le prove,</L>
<L>Not Lovers but the Art of Love.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>That done with &s;oft and dutious feet</L>
<L>At <HI>Brumham</HI> hou&s;e together meet:</L>
<L>Where if the Bride (as innocent</L>
<L>As if there were no marriage meant)</L>
<PB N="25" REF="15" MS="y">
<L>You find a&s;leep, each one may &s;ip</L>
<L>The balmy Nectar of her Lip,</L>
<L>Which trea&s;ure up, for it will be</L>
<L>The be&s;t pre&s;erve for Cha&s;tity.</L>
<L>Then with voyce as &s;oft and &s;till</L>
<L>As <HI>Zeph'rus,</HI> whi&s;per <HI>A&s;trophill.</HI></L>
<L>At which word, as at the Bell</L>
<L>Which rings a Dirge or Matins Knell,</L>
<L>Ri&s;e the cha&s;t and watchfull Nunes,</L>
<L>Shee'le di&s;clo&s;e her clowded Sunnes:</L>
<L>Which having &s;eene you boldly may</L>
<L>Tell the world 'tis breake of day.</L>
<L>Then with no un&s;eemly rimes,</L>
<L>As are u&s;uall at &s;uch times</L>
<L>'Mongst loo&s;e Madames of the Court,</L>
<L>Make immodesty a &s;port.</L>
<L>But with hearts as pure and free</L>
<L>From bad thoughts as Martyrs be</L>
<L>When they laughing court the stake,</L>
<L>Finer try your charge to make.</L>
<L>Which nor &s;ad, nor froward doe,</L>
<L>You may be chast and merry too.</L>
<L>Each virgin to her &s;elfe may &s;ay</L>
<L>That I had &s;uch a wedding day!</L>
<L>Having bound her flaxen tre&s;&s;es</L>
<L>And put on the choyce of dre&s;ses,</L>
<L>To her Love that all this while</L>
<L>With a &s;weet and unforc't &s;mile</L>
<PB N="26" REF="16" MS="y">
<L>Doe's expect in one &s;oft ki&s;&s;e</L>
<L>To give and take an unpriz'd bli&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>You mu&s;t deliver your rich &s;tore</L>
<L>Both the Indies boa&s;t not more.</L>
<L>And like learners watchfull &s;tand</L>
<L>At the Bride and Bride-groome's hand.</L>
<L>Since to each Virgin Brea&s;t they'l prove</L>
<L>Not Lovers but the Art of Love.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Next, when as their lipps have &s;howne</L>
<L>Their &s;oules more Con&s;tant &V;nion;</L>
<L>And the God of Marriage &s;tands,</L>
<L>With Virgin-Tapers in his hands,</L>
<L>Which he lately lighted by,</L>
<L>His or her refulgent eye,</L>
<L>Then I &s;ay, the Virgin crew</L>
<L>Of <HI>Brumham</HI> Nymphs know what to doe.</L>
<L>And the &s;waynes of <HI>Buckington,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Lacok, Chalne,</HI> and <HI>Heddington,</HI></L>
<L>Plea&s;ant <HI>Bremble,</HI> where the fleet</L>
<L>And parted &s;treames of <HI>Avon</HI> meet,</L>
<L>Wait the Bride and Bridegroomes Nodds</L>
<L>Like that troupe of le&s;ser Gods</L>
<L>That once met on <HI>Phlaegras</HI> greene</L>
<L>To attend Heavens <HI>King</HI> and <HI>Queene.</HI></L>
<L>And the Birds who chirping &s;ay</L>
<L>This &s;hall be your Bi&s;hops day,</L>
<PB N="27" REF="16" MS="y">
<L>From your cheerefull hollow throates,</L>
<L>Strive to drowne the Min&s;trells notes.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>See they come, what light is here!</L>
<L><HI>Phoebus</HI> is out-&s;hone I &s;weare,</L>
<L>And for &s;hame behind a cloud</L>
<L>His fainting conquer'd beames doth &s;hrowd.</L>
<L>Tell me Virgins have you &s;een</L>
<L>On the <HI>Spye</HI> or <HI>Wan&s;ditch</HI> green</L>
<L>Such a lovely well-&s;hapd Creature?</L>
<L>Or e're dream'd of &s;uch a feature?</L>
<L>For I know your dreames &s;ugge&s;t</L>
<L>What doth plea&s;e your fancies best,</L>
<L>Browne his hayre is, which doth &s;hew</L>
<L>The owner of't is tru&s;ty too.</L>
<L>Proper as the lofty Pine</L>
<L>Or the trees of <HI>Apennine.</HI></L>
<L>Strait as &s;traighte&s;t lines of Art,</L>
<L>Or tho&s;e beames the Sunne doth dart,</L>
<L>When no thicke or clowdy dayes</L>
<L>Doe refract or breake his rayes.</L>
<L>Would you have me to expre&s;&s;e</L>
<L>In a word all comeline&s;&s;e</L>
<L>That nothing may be &s;aid be&s;ide,</L>
<L>Hee's as beauteous as his Bride.</L>
<L>And with her there's no compare,</L>
<L><HI>Venus</HI> &s;elfe is not &s;o faire.</L>
<L>Shee ha's goodly eyes 'tis true,</L>
<PB N="28" REF="17" MS="y">
<L>So has bright <HI>Charillis</HI> too.</L>
<L><HI>Venus</HI> forehead thoug't be high</L>
<L>Js not white as Jvory.</L>
<L>When <HI>Charilli&s;&s;es</HI> I know</L>
<L>Whiter is then falling &s;now</L>
<L>Who&s;e &s;udden, cha&s;t, and &s;potle&s;&s;e birth</L>
<L>Never mingled yet with earth.</L>
<L>Her Lipps&mdash;but oh J cant'runne o're</L>
<L>All the parts of her rich &s;tore,</L>
<L><HI>Hymens</HI> torch burnes all this while,</L>
<L>And the Bride and Bridegroomes &s;mile</L>
<L>Gently chides at my delay,</L>
<L>But they &s;hall no longer stay.</L>
<L>Virgins o'pe the Temple gates</L>
<L>Where the Prie&s;t and people waites</L>
<L>Each as jocound as if they,</L>
<L>Saw and had this Bridall Day:</L>
<L>Now with fervour joyne your hands</L>
<L>As in love &s;o <HI>Hymens</HI> bands.</L>
<L>While my humble mu&s;e retires</L>
<L>Seldome warm'd at &s;uch bright fires</L>
<L>And betakes it &s;elfe agen</L>
<L>To it's blunt and u&s;uall Pen.</L>
<L>And if e're J chance to woe,</L>
<L>Beauteous payre, Ile thinke of you.</L>
<L>Since to all Virgin Brea&s;ts you prove</L>
<L>Not Lovers but the Art of Love.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>G. B.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="29" REF="17" MS="y">
<LG>
<L>HAnds joyned? 'Twas never Better: &s;ee</L>
<L>They &s;hadow out &s;ome Maje&s;ty!</L>
<L>'Tis this &s;tately Po&s;ture crownes</L>
<L><HI>Kings</HI> and <HI>Queenes</HI> Ambitions:</L>
<L>For to make &s;ure his my&s;tique Bands</L>
<L><HI>Hymen</HI> tyes one knot of Hands.</L>
<L>Here, Great Love, thou ha&s;t a Paire</L>
<L>More &s;oft then pure&s;t Kidd, more Faire:</L>
<L>Which doe lend the Gloves they weare</L>
<L>Perfume, beyond the Millainer.</L>
<L>And where can Rich Sents breathing lye</L>
<L>Fitter then in &s;uch Jvory?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then Happy <HI>Sir,</HI> the common voice</L>
<L>Mu&s;t needs commend You and Your choice,</L>
<L>Who are &s;o vertuous, &s;o Be&s;t</L>
<L>You will ev'n con&s;ecrate your Prie&s;t.</L>
<L>Come then from Church, There's other Rites</L>
<L>Wait to accumulate Your delights.</L>
<L>View the Board and &s;ee what fare</L>
<L>The Hou&s;hold Godde&s;&s;e can prepare!</L>
<L>For now I can't believe <HI>Lar</HI> will</L>
<L>Live a Batchelour-God &s;till.</L>
<L>But hence warming her de&s;ires</L>
<L><HI>Ve&s;ta</HI> too kindles New fires.</L>
<PB N="30" REF="18" MS="y">
<L>Strike up All in mid&s;t o'th Feast,</L>
<L>Let Mirth enliven every Gue&s;t:</L>
<L><HI>Ceres</HI> Lady&s;hip &s;hall dance</L>
<L>Attendance, and His Plumpne&s;&s;e praunce</L>
<L>That's <HI>Bacchus</HI> hight, for let me &s;ee</L>
<L>To Daunce is Wines chiefe Quality.</L>
<L>So we the Gue&s;ts have what to doe,</L>
<L>Till the Roome &s;eemes to dance round too.</L>
<L>Then &s;adly take our leave, The Year</L>
<L>Yields few &s;uch dayes in's Kalender.</L>
<L>Such a Night I me &s;ure 't can't yield,</L>
<L>Till <HI>Platoes</HI> dreame &s;hall be fulfill'd.</L>
<L>When in the &s;ame ble&s;&s;ed place</L>
<L>You &s;hall repeat the &s;ame Embrace.</L>
<L>And, but the Diamonds &s;parkling Eye</L>
<L>None pre&s;ent at Loves my&s;tery.</L>
<L>Then &s;hall you boa&s;t that you have twice</L>
<L>Breath'd <HI>Indies,</HI> and dream't <HI>Paradice.</HI></L>
<L>And recounted of your bli&s;&s;es</L>
<L>The &s;econd Chiliad of Ki&s;ses.</L>
<L>So your &s;ucce&s;sive Love &s;hall no End &s;ee;</L>
<L>For Time Repeated is Eternity.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>I. G.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="31" REF="18" MS="y">
<LG>
<L>FAire Ones, how will you pacify</L>
<L>The litle angerd Deity?</L>
<L>Who&s;e Altars none will after dare</L>
<L>T' approach with &s;acrifice, which are</L>
<L>Le&s;&s;e then Perfection's &s;elfe; then how</L>
<L>Will he find votaries enough?</L>
<L>His Temples will turne Groves, and the&s;e</L>
<L>Perhaps of fatall Cypre&s;&s;e trees.</L>
<L>Expect you not hee'l make retire</L>
<L>With's leaden Dart your noble fire,</L>
<L>That &s;o the meane&s;t of his traine</L>
<L>May hope his favours cheape againe?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>No with your &s;ingle Vowes hee's more</L>
<L>Honour'd, then with his wonted &s;tore</L>
<L>Of common &s;uppliants. What if here</L>
<L>He loo&s;e a couple, who not dare</L>
<L>To &s;hew their faces now (ala&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>They meant their Lands &s;hould make them pa&s;&s;e.)</L>
<L>Or if he mi&s;&s;e &s;ome well-borne paire,</L>
<L>Who&s;e only <HI>Armes</HI> are rich and faire?</L>
<L>Others, who for their yeares expect,</L>
<L>The wing'd Boy will not dare reject</L>
<L>Their reverend vowes, would hither move</L>
<PB N="32" REF="19" MS="y">
<L>T'increa&s;e the cinders of their Love.</L>
<L>Some couples haply are kept back,</L>
<L>Who every Good, but Beauty, lack.</L>
<L>Some, who being only vertuous,</L>
<L>Thought other Graces of no u&s;e;</L>
<L>Nay, that they le&s;&s;en'd vertues prai&s;e;</L>
<L>As if the &s;hadow added rayes</L>
<L>To the un&s;een Light, or the Sunne</L>
<L>Le&s;&s;e welcome were, i'th' brighte&s;t noone,</L>
<L>When every Atome feeles a ray,</L>
<L>Then when't beclowded just makes Day.</L>
<L>Let the&s;e or more for&s;ake Loves Quire,</L>
<L>You make the Harmony entire:</L>
<L>Had Nature &s;ome one Gemme refin'd</L>
<L>To th' worth and lu&s;tre of the Kind</L>
<L>We could have &s;par'd each glittering &s;tone,</L>
<L>Which boasts &s;ingle perfection.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The wanton Deity is proud,</L>
<L>His roofe &s;uch worthy Gue&s;ts can &s;hrowd,</L>
<L>And would his Mother straight remove,</L>
<L>T' enthrone a fairer <HI>Queene</HI> of Love,</L>
<L>But that he feares, were this once done</L>
<L>He &s;hould be '&s;ham'd to keep his owne.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Since then already you po&s;&s;e&s;&s;e</L>
<L>What he can only wi&s;h were le&s;se,</L>
<L>See, he for&s;akes his u&s;ele&s;se Throne,</L>
<L>And tenders a petition;</L>
<PB N="33" REF="19" MS="y">
<L>That when he now and then &s;upplyes</L>
<L>His halfe-&s;pent Quiver from your Eyes,</L>
<L>You'l not complaine to <HI>Iove's</HI> high Court</L>
<L>Of his too bold, though harmel&s;&s;e &s;port:</L>
<L>How will he tremble to be doom'd</L>
<L>To th' Rock, til's Liver be con&s;um'd?</L>
<L>You need not feare, hee'l &s;pend too fast</L>
<L>This golden trea&s;ure, and &s;o wa&s;t</L>
<L>Your &s;tock away: thinke how much more</L>
<L>Would &s;ickne&s;se &s;poyle that precious &s;tore;</L>
<L>How many beames would Care put out,</L>
<L>Or &s;ome unlucky jealous doubt,</L>
<L>For one, that he &s;hall borrow thence?</L>
<L>And all the&s;e Fiends hee'l drive from hence.</L>
<L>You cannot wi&s;h more happine&s;&s;e t' obtain,</L>
<L>Then &s;uch a <HI>Client,</HI> &s;uch a <HI>Guardian.</HI></L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>G. M.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>The Bridegroome to the Bride.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>COme, Lovely Maid, and let us walke</L>
<L>Into the Garden, where wee'l talke</L>
<L>Of Knotts, and flowers there, which may be</L>
<L>The Emblems of Loves my&s;tery.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="34" REF="20" MS="y">
<L>See how yon hony Columbine</L>
<L>About that &s;turdy <HI>Oake</HI> doth twine!</L>
<L>It tells thee, the&s;e <HI>embraces</HI> Be,</L>
<L>And <HI>Emblemes</HI> in Loves My&s;tery.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>See how yon <HI>Marigold</HI> di&s;playes</L>
<L>It's &s;elfe, and Courts <HI>Apollo's</HI> Rayes;</L>
<L>It tells Thee, that thou must be free,</L>
<L>And open; in Loves My&s;tery.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Yon <HI>Camomill,</HI> when mo&s;t 'tis pre&s;t</L>
<L>(Ob&s;erve faire Virgin) thrives the Be&s;t!</L>
<L>It tells Thee, 'tis the way to <HI>prove,</HI></L>
<L>To admit the Pre&s;&s;ure of thy Love.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>See how yon <HI>Vine</HI> to the Wall Clings,</L>
<L>And propt, Ob&s;erve, what fruits it brings!</L>
<L>Jt tels you if you'd fruitfull Bee,</L>
<L>You mu&s;t be propt, as well as Shee.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Yon Lovely <HI>Pippin</HI> there is &s;pred.</L>
<L>Becau&s;e the Sun it Ki&s;t, with Red.</L>
<L>Jt tels thee that thy Lovers Ki&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Will make thy Cheeke as red as His:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But &s;tay, Faire Maid, yon <HI>Ro&s;emary</HI></L>
<L>Preferres an earnest &s;uit to thee,</L>
<L>That you, would &s;traight married bee,</L>
<L>And hee'l Bequeath yon <HI>&s;priggs</HI> you &s;ee.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="35" REF="20" MS="y">
<L>Stay then no longer; Meet thy Love,</L>
<L>And in thy Vnion Fruitfull prove.</L>
<L><HI>Virginity</HI> is litle le&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Then <HI>affected Barrenne&s;&s;e.</HI></L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>N. V.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<LG>
<L>BLe&s;t Vnion! So have I &s;een</L>
<L>Two Starres, who&s;e fires when having been</L>
<L>Divided, &s;hew'd to th' Vulgar eye</L>
<L>Like Common People of the sky,</L>
<L>With rayes Conjoyn'd dart forth a blaze</L>
<L>So bright, as made all eyes to gaze,</L>
<L>And Wonders to the World di&s;pen&s;e</L>
<L>By this their doubled Influence.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ble&s;t <HI>Wilts!</HI> that never joynd'&s;t a paire</L>
<L>More good, more gentle, &s;weet, or faire,</L>
<L>Who&s;e veines &s;well with a richer flood,</L>
<L>Of nobler or more ancient blood.</L>
<L>In many Alembicks Gold's refin'd,</L>
<L>Before t' Elixar 'tis &s;ublim'd.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>N. W.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="36" REF="21" MS="y">
<L>LAdy, when fir&s;t, and la&s;t I &s;aw you &s;ett</L>
<L>Grace of Great <HI>Baintun's</HI> Table, as you'r yet.</L>
<L>Methought the gue&s;ts more heartily fed by th' eye;</L>
<L>To &s;ee their meat &s;o carv'd did &s;atisfie.</L>
<L>And &s;omething was in each mans thought, which told</L>
<L>Vntil this Instant would have bin too bold.</L>
<L>The generall neglect of their rich fare,</L>
<L>Shewed there was &s;omewhat choycer, and more rare.</L>
<L>Not to be ta&s;ted though, &s;o the chiefe di&s;h</L>
<L>Was then (what now you'le better know) a wi&s;h.</L>
<L>The wine which nimble Ganymeds &s;till brought,</L>
<L>Jt was not to the <HI>Veni&s;on,</HI> but a <HI>Thought.</HI></L>
<L>The Supper was a <HI>Project,</HI> and wee fed</L>
<L>(As if we had the <HI>Rickets</HI>) in the Head.</L>
<L>Then were our Fancies, (Fancy's very Fleet)</L>
<L>Carried I know not where with Love-wing'd Feet:</L>
<L>Now into This, now That, great Family,</L>
<L>Sometimes the <HI>Portmans, Paulets,</HI> and then Fly</L>
<L>Vnto Great <HI>Heles,</HI> and <HI>Smiths,</HI> and &s;uch trim dances,</L>
<L>Vntill at la&s;t we re&s;ted at Sir <HI>Francis.</HI></L>
<L>Here it was time to &s;tay, for next like you</L>
<L>Something was here, that did invite our view.</L>
<L>Jt was a Face the Purblind God had mi&s;s'd,</L>
<L><HI>Venus</HI> re&s;erv'd it to be private ki&s;s'd.</L>
<PB N="37" REF="21" MS="y">
<L>By her owne Lipp, and often &s;mil'd, and laugh'd</L>
<L>To &s;ee this Bre&s;t unhitt by ber Sonnes &s;haft.</L>
<L>The warmed youth &s;trang'd at this unknowne flame,</L>
<L>And knew not what it was, nor whence it came.</L>
<L><HI>Venus</HI> was angry at his ignorance,</L>
<L>And in his &s;trangene&s;&s;e lo&s;t her daliance.</L>
<L>Whereat &s;he cal'd her boy, (Hee's never farre)</L>
<L>To joyne that Planet unto This cha&s;t &s;tarre.</L>
<L>This was his bu&s;ine&s;&s;e, his delight, his worke;</L>
<L>And in an in&s;tant by his wonted lurke,</L>
<L>He wounds, inflames, unites this noble Paire,</L>
<L>And fills them full of Love, and Free from Care.</L>
<L>By This We hungry were, and &s;traight fell too:</L>
<L>Yours is a <HI>Fea&s;t</HI> alike; &s;o pray doe you.</L>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>E. G.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="eclogue">
<HEAD>ECLOGUE.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Damon: Phyllis.</STAGE>
<L>PRithee <HI>(Phyllis)</HI> Why this &s;tay?</L>
<L>Loo&s;e the&s;e Rites, and loo&s;e the day&punc;</L>
<L>See&s;t thou, how the Sun drives on,</L>
<L>As if <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 word"> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1+ letters">nt to daunce anon?</L>
<PB N="38" REF="22" MS="y">
<L>Or rather Po&s;ted o're his Light,</L>
<L>That he might make the longer Night.</L>
<L>See'&s;t thou how the Rivall Morne</L>
<L>With Ro&s;es doth her Cheeke adorne,</L>
<L>As if in this her blu&s;hing Pride</L>
<L>Shee were not Bride-Maid, but the Bride?</L>
<L>Hearke, the &s;weet Birds are Tuning, Hearke,</L>
<L>The warbling Thru&s;h, the Early Larke</L>
<L>New Layes from one another Borrow,</L>
<L>And all to bid the Bride Good Morrow.</L>
<L>And thus they'l Chaunt away the Light;</L>
<L>But meane to strip them&s;elves at night</L>
<L>Of their &s;oft downe, to build a Ne&s;t</L>
<L>For the mo&s;t equall Paire to Re&s;t.</L>
<L>Why then <HI>(Phyllis)</HI> Why this &s;tay?</L>
<L>Shall wee onely loo&s;e the day?</L>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phyllis.</SPEAKER>
<L>Rather my <HI>Damon,</HI> why this Ha&s;t?</L>
<L>What matter though the Rites be Pa&s;t?</L>
<L>Are there &s;uch joyes, &s;uch Trophies wonne,</L>
<L>In &s;eeing a Virgin-&s;oule Vndone?</L>
<L>Kind <HI>Swayne</HI>&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Damon.</SPEAKER>
<L>&mdash;Fond <HI>Nymph,</HI> Bla&s;pheme no more:</L>
<L>Natures deare &s;elfe hath deeply &s;wore</L>
<L>A stepdame hate, 'gain&s;t &s;uch as prove</L>
<L>Rebells to the pure Throne of Love.</L>
<L><HI>Vndone?</HI> weake Heretique! to give</L>
<PB N="39" REF="22" MS="y">
<L>Her lo&s;t for that, by which wee Live!</L>
<L>Should all Breath Virgin thus, our Stage</L>
<L>Would turne to de&s;art in one Age.</L>
<L>This; 'twould Vndoe the World, and Rate</L>
<L>The day of Doome before it's Date.</L>
<L>Nay, had thy Mother taught this Geere,</L>
<L>Sure <HI>(Phyllis)</HI> thou ha&s;t ne're been here.</L>
<L><HI>Vndone?</HI> &s;o is the Fragrant Ro&s;e,</L>
<L>When Pluckt, it in her Bo&s;ome growes:</L>
<L>So is the Incen&s;e &s;poyld, when u&s;'d</L>
<L>To perfume Heaven, becau&s;e 'tis Bruis'd.</L>
<L>Diamonds may &s;hine in their Owne Mold,</L>
<L>Yet are more Worth when &s;et in Gold.</L>
<L>Call'st thou then her Vndone, that's Going</L>
<L>The way to thrive by her Vndoing?</L>
<L>To Lodge two &s;oules under One Roofe;</L>
<L>To Live two Lives, two Lives of Proofe;</L>
<L>To part with Maid, yet keepe that Name;</L>
<L>(Cha&s;t Wife and Virgin are the &s;ame)</L>
<L>To be all Jce, and yet all Fire;</L>
<L>To be Divided, yet Entire;</L>
<L>Bee multiply'd, yet be but One;</L>
<L>Call you me this to bee <HI>Vndone?</HI></L>
<L>Now &s;he may live as long as They</L>
<L>Of the Fir&s;t Age, a Live-long Day:</L>
<L>And when Nine hundred yeares are told,</L>
<L>Shee in her &s;tock &s;hall &s;carce be Old.</L>
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<L>To be All Riddle thus, which none</L>
<L>Can &s;olve but Death; nor He Alone;</L>
<L>Jf this be lo&s;&s;e, if this be Woe,</L>
<L>O who would not be <HI>Vndone</HI> &s;o?</L>
<L>Without this <HI>Hymen-knot</HI> the Frame</L>
<L>Of Heaven and Earth had &s;tood as Lame:</L>
<L>Both &s;exes make but Man: His Ayde</L>
<L>Was <HI>Eve</HI> the Woman, not the Maid.</L>
<L>For el&s;e a Friend had Cheer'd his Life;</L>
<L>But God gives more then Friend, a Wife.</L>
<L>O Powerfull Charme, which once put On,</L>
<L>Perfects the grand Creation!</L>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phyllis.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yet, <HI>Damon,</HI> once thou &s;aid'&s;t to mee</L>
<L>Jn Heaven we all &s;hould Virgins bee.</L>
<L>Jf &s;uch Bli&s;&s;e rests o'th' Marriage Bed,</L>
<L>Pray tell me, why don't Angells Wed?</L>
<L>Is there that Petty joy can Mi&s;se</L>
<L>Them, who are &s;ated with All Bli&s;&s;e?</L>
<L>Cea&s;e then to Woe with words not Even:</L>
<L>"<HI>The Wife Fills Earth, the Virgin Heaven.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Damon.</SPEAKER>
<L>True: but yet had'&s;t thou ne're been Born,</L>
<L>Thou ne're &s;hould&s;t &s;ee th' Eternall Morne.</L>
<L>How &s;hould Heaven fill with Virgins Worth,</L>
<L>Did not Earths Wombe fir&s;t bring them Forth?</L>
<L>And though in Heaven no Marrying bee;</L>
<L>"Yet there the <HI>Bridegroome</HI> we &s;hall &s;ee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="41" REF="23" MS="y">
<SPEAKER>Phyllis.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thus farre you Conquer: But to be</L>
<L>Rob'd of my Native Liberty;</L>
<L>To loo&s;e my Holy-dayes, when the <HI>Swaynes</HI></L>
<L>Trip it o're the Carpet Plaines;</L>
<L>Is this no Lo&s;&s;e? Nay, there's no Gyves</L>
<L>(Say &s;ome that Try'd) to the poore Wives.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Damon.</SPEAKER>
<L>Some &s;uch perhaps who &s;trangely take</L>
<L><HI>Girdles</HI> for <HI>Bonds;</HI> &s;ome &s;uch who make</L>
<L><HI>Garters</HI> and <HI>&s;hackles</HI> one; Deare Girle,</L>
<L>As if this Chaine of Mother-Pearle.</L>
<L>Did Manacle thy Hands, that Ring</L>
<L>Captive thy Finger. Any thing</L>
<L>I'le grant my &s;weet but this. No More:</L>
<L>There is no Life to <HI>Hymens</HI> Lore.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phyllis.</SPEAKER>
<L>Suppo&s;e: yet canst thou name a Doome</L>
<L>To the dread &s;orrowes of the Wombe?</L>
<L><HI>Nomaea</HI> once Counted to me</L>
<L>The thou&s;and Pangs &s;he payd for Thee:</L>
<L>And if Swaynes cost thus deare, what Cares,</L>
<L>What Throbs buy Natures Choycer Wares?</L>
<L>The teeming Deaths of each &s;ad Mother&mdash;</L>
<L><HI>Damon</HI> J've done, Name &s;uch another</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dam.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come Come, Who would not pay &s;ome groanes,</L>
<L>To buy the pretty litle ones?</L>
<PB N="42" REF="24" MS="y">
<L>To be a Mother at no Rate&mdash;</L>
<L>Forbid it Heaven and awefull Fate.</L>
<L>But &s;oft; They Come. So breakes the day</L>
<L>From mantled Night: &s;o in full Ray</L>
<L>Shines the bright Sun, when from his bed</L>
<L>He donn's his Beames to deck his head.</L>
<L>The Ro&s;e though faire, would &s;taine That Cheek:</L>
<L>Lillies look wan, nor bright, nor &s;leek</L>
<L>To her cleare Front; where the warme &s;now</L>
<L>Of driven Jnnocence doth grow;</L>
<L>While on her Cheek the Graine and Dye</L>
<L>Of Blu&s;hing Virtue Courts her Eye.</L>
<L>And then her balmy Lip nor Paint</L>
<L>Nor &s;tudied Ver&s;e can make more quaint.</L>
<L>So many &s;weets throng in that Face,</L>
<L>Each &s;ingle would Create a Grace.</L>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phyllis.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yet had &s;he more (if more can meet</L>
<L>Jn One) more Faire, more Pure, more &s;weet;</L>
<L>There's He that will de&s;erve her Tall</L>
<L>And Full-brim Graces, even All.</L>
<L>That Gate! that Looke!&mdash;Faire Maid, ne're grutch</L>
<L>Thy ea&s;y lo&s;&s;e, that gain'&s;t &s;o much.</L>
<L>For if the Casket &s;hine thus Cleare,</L>
<L>How &s;hines the Gemme that lodgeth there?</L>
<L>Help me, my <HI>Damon.</HI> Helpe, whil&s;t I</L>
<L><HI>Talas&s;io</HI> and <HI>Talas&s;io</HI> cry.</L>
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<SP>
<PB N="43" REF="24" MS="y">
<SPEAKER>Dam.</SPEAKER>
<L>But did&s;t thou mark that &s;mile? that Ki&s;se?</L>
<L>That &s;mile agen, and That, and This?</L>
<L>See how they mingle &s;oules; and dart</L>
<L>Their Eyes into each others heart.</L>
<L>So <HI>Ioue</HI> embrac'd his Swan; that Twine</L>
<L>Darkens the long-fam'd Eglantine:</L>
<L>That living Wreath were it a Bough</L>
<L>Would fit &s;ome Conquering <HI>Cae&s;ars</HI> Brow.</L>
<L>Nay <HI>Phaebus</HI> would for&s;weare his Tree,</L>
<L>One day to be halfe-ble&s;&s;ed by Thee.</L>
<L>See&s;t thou faire <HI>Nymph?</HI>&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phyllis.</SPEAKER>
<L>&mdash;Too much to move</L>
<L>My &s;pring of Blood: Jf this be Love,</L>
<L>I doe Recant: By the next Sun</L>
<L>I am quite Lo&s;t, if not <HI>Undone.</HI></L>
</SP>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>G. W.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<PB REF="25" MS="y">
<HEAD>Ble&s;t Paire,</HEAD>
<L>While&s;t others reare huge <HI>Temples</HI> to your prai&s;e,</L>
<L>Give a poore Swaine an <HI>Altar</HI> leave to rai&s;e</L>
<L>Of <HI>Wi&s;hes</HI> made. <HI>Succe&s;&s;e</HI> bee <HI>Sacrifice,</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>Time</HI> y^e <HI>Prie&s;t,</HI> your <HI>Blis</HI> &s;weet <HI>gu~mes</HI> &amp; <HI>&s;pice.</HI></L>
<L>So cha&s;t a flame, po&s;&s;e&s;&s;e each bre&s;t,</L>
<L>As that which fire's the <HI>Phoenix</HI> ne&s;t,</L>
<L>When &s;hee her &s;elfe her &s;elfe doth Wooe,</L>
<L>Being Husband, Wife, and J&s;&s;ue too.</L>
<L>Sun light's &s;upplyed from your own eyes,</L>
<L>Both being Fire, Prie&s;t, Sacrifice.</L>
<L>And may't as long and la&s;ting burne</L>
<L>As did the Lampe in <HI>Tullias</HI> Vrne.</L>
<L>May every looke &s;o gracefull prove</L>
<L>As that, which fir&s;t did make you love.</L>
<L>May &s;hee grow you, you hir, both one,</L>
<L>Both multiplied by Union.</L>
<L>May you as large an i&s;&s;ue &s;ee</L>
<L>As tho&s;e, whom God bid Multiply.</L>
<L>And may each birth as ea&s;y pa&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>As when you make your &s;elfe ith' gla&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>And all &s;o like the Mother bee,</L>
<L>That &s;hee may thinke when fir&s;t that &s;he</L>
<L>Beholds the pretty infants face,</L>
<L>The Nur&s;e hath only brought the gla&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>As years increa&s;e &s;o may your love,</L>
<L>Like flames in Winter hotte&s;t prove.</L>
<L>When you're growne young in Progeny,</L>
<L>Sweetne&s;&s;e bee chang'd to Maje&s;ty.</L>
<L>(So Trees for plea&s;ure and &s;weet &s;hade</L>
<L>Fir&s;t &s;et, at length were Temples made;</L>
<L>Delight became Religion</L>
<L>And love chang'd to Devotion.)</L>
<L>Your whole lives be one Wedding day.</L>
<L>(Winter's a Spring unto the Bay)</L>
<L>And when y'are dead, may you b'e&s;teemd by all</L>
<L><HI>Loves saints,</HI> your <HI>Hi&s;tories Canonicall;</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>Wives</HI> and <HI>Virgins</HI> yearely to your <HI>Tombe</HI></L>
<L>As to <HI>Loves Altar</HI> in <HI>Proce&s;sion</HI> come.</L>
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<P><HI>H. R.</HI></P>
<P>E. T. L. E. C. T. I. Ss.</P>
<P><HI>A. B.</HI></P>
<P>M. O. R. E. M. A. J. O. R. E. X. V. O. T. O. S. A. C. P. O. S. D. E. D. I. C. G. C.</P>
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