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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Here powerfull'st Unguents, cordialls strait did show
Th' admir'd Forenz; how bath'd her Temples, Breast!
Rub'd, chaf'd, her then: Nor loyt'ring prov'd the least
Thersames, labouring for second Life
(Stoln mournfull Kisses oft) 'twas eager strife
Which should exceed: Till now, some half an hour
Thus spent, dissolv'd; their Seat each living Pow'r
(Awak'd) resum'd; she moving, warm became;
Both Cheeks and Lips thin-blossom'd o're: All Flame
Thersames when, she lives, she lives (he cry'd)
She moves; all Beauty, Virtue else had dy'd
With my Heart also: grasp'd her, Kisses then
Snatching such ravenous-wise (true Lovers Scean)
As though would that Life's sweet'st Advantage take
(Dear, dearest Flash) least soon the Corps forsake:
Or, fear'd her Modesty, would thus improve
That living Dream for's hunger-starved Love:
Kisses (indeed) whose kindest Larum more
Might waken at that sweetest Rubie-dore.
Th' admir'd Forenz; how bath'd her Temples, Breast!
Rub'd, chaf'd, her then: Nor loyt'ring prov'd the least
Thersames, labouring for second Life
(Stoln mournfull Kisses oft) 'twas eager strife
Which should exceed: Till now, some half an hour
Thus spent, dissolv'd; their Seat each living Pow'r
(Awak'd) resum'd; she moving, warm became;
Both Cheeks and Lips thin-blossom'd o're: All Flame
Thersames when, she lives, she lives (he cry'd)
She moves; all Beauty, Virtue else had dy'd
With my Heart also: grasp'd her, Kisses then
Snatching such ravenous-wise (true Lovers Scean)
As though would that Life's sweet'st Advantage take
(Dear, dearest Flash) least soon the Corps forsake:
Or, fear'd her Modesty, would thus improve
That living Dream for's hunger-starved Love:
Kisses (indeed) whose kindest Larum more
Might waken at that sweetest Rubie-dore.
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