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Lucasta at the Bath.
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I'th' Autumn of a Summers day,When all the Winds got leave to play;
Lucasta, that fair Ship, is lanch'd,
And from its crust this Almond blanch'd.
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Blow then, unruly Northwind, blow,'Till in their holds your Eyes you stow;
And swell your Cheeks, bequeath chill Death:
See! she hath smil'd thee out of Breath.
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Court gentle Zephyr, court and fanHer softer breast's carnation'd Wan;
Your charming Rhethorick of Down
Flyes scatter'd from before her frown.
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Say, my white Water-Lilly, say,How is't those warm streams break away?
Cut by thy chast cold breast which dwells
Amidst them arm'd in Isicles.
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And the hot floods more raging grownIn flames of Thee, then in their own;
In their distempers wildly glow,
And kisse thy Pillar of fix'd Snow.
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No Sulphur, through whose each blew VeinThe thick and lazy Currents strein,
Can cure the Smarting, nor the fell
Blisters of Love wherewith they swell.
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These great Physicians of the Blind,The Lame, and fatal Blains of Inde,
In every drop themselves now see
Speckled with a new Leprosie.
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As Sick drinks are with old Wine dash'd,Foul Waters too with Spirits wash'd;
Thou greiv'd, perchance, one tear let'st fall,
Which straight did purifie them all.
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And now is cleans'd enough the flood,Which since runs cleare, as doth thy blood;
Of the wet Pearls uncrown thy hair,
And mantle thee with Ermin Air.
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Lucasta, hail! fair ConqueresseOf Fire, Air, Earth, and Seas;
Thou whom all kneel to, yet even thou
Wilt unto Love, thy captive, bow.
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