Love's Dialect or; Poeticall Varieties; Digested Into a Miscelanie of various fancies. Composed by Tho. Iordan |
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To Leda his coy Bride, on the Bridall Night.
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To Leda his coy Bride, on the Bridall Night.
VVhy art thou coy (my Leda) ar't not mine?
Hath not the holy Hymeneall twine
Power to contract our Natures? must I be
Still interpos'd with needelesse Modesty?
What though my former passions made me vow
You were an Angell; be a Mortall now.
The bride-maides all are vanish'd, and the crew
Of Virgin Ladies that did waite on you,
Have left us to our selves; as loth to be
Injurious to our loves wish'd privacie.
Come then undresse; why blush you, prethee smile;
Faith ile disrobe ye, nay I will not spoyle
Your Necklace, or your Gorget; Heres a Pin
Pricks you (faire Leda) twere a cruell sin
Not to remove it; Oh how many gates
Are to Elizium? (yet the sweetest Straits
That e're made voyage happy) here's a Lace
Me thinks should stifle you; it doth embrace
Your body too severely, take a knife,
Tis tedious to undoe it; By my life,
It shall be cut. Let your Carnation gowne
Be pull'd off (too) and next let me pull downe
This Rosie Peticote; What is this cloud
That keepes the day light from us, and's allow'd
More priviledge then I? (Though it be white)
Tis not the white I aime at (by this light)
It shall goe off (too) noe? then let't alone,
Come, let's to bed, why look you so? here's none
See's you, but I; be quicke or (by this hand)
Ile lay you downe my selfe; you make me stand
Too long i'th cold; Why doe you lie so farre,
Ile follow you, this distance shall not barre
Your body from me; Oh, tis well, and now
Ile let thy Virgin innocence know how
Kings propagate young Princes, marriage beds
Never destroy, but erect mayden-heads:
Faire Virgins, fairely wedded, but repaire
Declining beauty in a prosperous heire.
Hath not the holy Hymeneall twine
Power to contract our Natures? must I be
Still interpos'd with needelesse Modesty?
What though my former passions made me vow
You were an Angell; be a Mortall now.
The bride-maides all are vanish'd, and the crew
Of Virgin Ladies that did waite on you,
Have left us to our selves; as loth to be
Injurious to our loves wish'd privacie.
Come then undresse; why blush you, prethee smile;
Faith ile disrobe ye, nay I will not spoyle
Your Necklace, or your Gorget; Heres a Pin
Pricks you (faire Leda) twere a cruell sin
Not to remove it; Oh how many gates
Are to Elizium? (yet the sweetest Straits
That e're made voyage happy) here's a Lace
Me thinks should stifle you; it doth embrace
Your body too severely, take a knife,
Tis tedious to undoe it; By my life,
It shall be cut. Let your Carnation gowne
Be pull'd off (too) and next let me pull downe
This Rosie Peticote; What is this cloud
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More priviledge then I? (Though it be white)
Tis not the white I aime at (by this light)
It shall goe off (too) noe? then let't alone,
Come, let's to bed, why look you so? here's none
See's you, but I; be quicke or (by this hand)
Ile lay you downe my selfe; you make me stand
Too long i'th cold; Why doe you lie so farre,
Ile follow you, this distance shall not barre
Your body from me; Oh, tis well, and now
Ile let thy Virgin innocence know how
Kings propagate young Princes, marriage beds
Never destroy, but erect mayden-heads:
Faire Virgins, fairely wedded, but repaire
Declining beauty in a prosperous heire.
Come then, lets kisse, let us embrace each other,
Till we have found a babe, faire (like the mother.)
Till we have found a babe, faire (like the mother.)
Such face, brest's, waste, soft belly, such a—why
Doe you thrust backe my hand so scornefully?
Youle make me strive (I thinke) Leda, you know,
I have a warrant for what ere I doe,
And can commit no trespasse; therefore come
Make me beleeve theirs no Elizium
Sweeter then these embraces—Now ye are kind,
(My gentle Leda) since you have resign'd,
Ile leave my talking (too) lovers grow mutes
When Amrous Ladies grant such pretty sutes.
Doe you thrust backe my hand so scornefully?
Youle make me strive (I thinke) Leda, you know,
I have a warrant for what ere I doe,
And can commit no trespasse; therefore come
Make me beleeve theirs no Elizium
Sweeter then these embraces—Now ye are kind,
(My gentle Leda) since you have resign'd,
Ile leave my talking (too) lovers grow mutes
When Amrous Ladies grant such pretty sutes.
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