The History of Polindor and Flostella With Other Poems. By I. H. [i.e. John Harington] The third Edition, Revised and much Enlarged |
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Ere one oth' Clock somewhile (O Night of dread!
Mark'd dismall hour!) that Whoorish Jade, fore-nam'd,
(Laundress ith' house) whose heart long since inflam'd
Those Di'mon-rings, left in her Ruffian-wooer
By thievish stealth, through th' Gardens Postern-door
(Trick plotted so from Noon) for load conveighing
Fair Coffin stuff'd with earth (as charg'd obeying
His Wenches rules) well-clasp'd, Dorisbes size:
Whom boldly led short closest way to th' Prize:
Enter'd that shaded Vault, where, leaving's own,
Dorisbes precious Coffin (throughly known)
Hoys'd up in's armes, jog'd roundly forth at Dore
(Soft-lock'd again) which crafty'st further bore
From th' common Path (that Cops too neer, displeasing)
To poor, old, broken Cot: where shoulders easing
Doubly Rich load, indeed) with's Tools began
To break, unclasp; resolv'd those Rings to gain,
Or crop their Fingers if they sullen stuck.
Her Corps ordained then, for th' neighbouring Brook
(Dainty'st Fish-food) though Molten Chrystall Tomb,
Still Weeping o're her bones, 'twould thus become.
Mark'd dismall hour!) that Whoorish Jade, fore-nam'd,
(Laundress ith' house) whose heart long since inflam'd
Those Di'mon-rings, left in her Ruffian-wooer
By thievish stealth, through th' Gardens Postern-door
(Trick plotted so from Noon) for load conveighing
Fair Coffin stuff'd with earth (as charg'd obeying
His Wenches rules) well-clasp'd, Dorisbes size:
Whom boldly led short closest way to th' Prize:
Enter'd that shaded Vault, where, leaving's own,
Dorisbes precious Coffin (throughly known)
Hoys'd up in's armes, jog'd roundly forth at Dore
(Soft-lock'd again) which crafty'st further bore
From th' common Path (that Cops too neer, displeasing)
To poor, old, broken Cot: where shoulders easing
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To break, unclasp; resolv'd those Rings to gain,
Or crop their Fingers if they sullen stuck.
Her Corps ordained then, for th' neighbouring Brook
(Dainty'st Fish-food) though Molten Chrystall Tomb,
Still Weeping o're her bones, 'twould thus become.
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