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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This ended, from the side spruce comly Pair
March'd slowly forth, whose Hands conjoyned are;
Most cheerfull-ey'd, fresh-cheek'd to boot; so fine
Their Habit, Garb, some Bridall thence did shine;
Forenz, Ardian these indeed (Belov'd
Nurse to Flostel) whom, Widow then, approv'd
Still handsome youthfull Piece; Neat-fashion'd, bred
Money'd, rich-farm'd for life (neer gains Well-head
Sarmara Town) the Doctor stoutly woo'd;
Soon won, ore-came: though secret Wedding show'd;
For which Offence Flostellas pardon there
Both humbly ask'd: who (sparkling Smiles howe're)
Wish'd them chief Marriage-joy; 'twas sport become,
New Masque of jolly mirth, to all the Room.
Th' ore-joy'd Thersames and Dorisbe though
Most gladly embraced him, t'whom speaking low,
Thus sayd Forenz; I hope you passed by
My Potions part, ith' late strange History,
As 'twas resolv'd, agre'd: They told him, Yes;
'Twas wisely done: thus ended all in bliss,
Short running Banquet though, for sweeter cloze;
When all withdrew, sought Natures calm repose:
Though second Wedding-night that prov'd as 'twere
(Loves joyes reviv'd) to th' late forlorn Orthere.
March'd slowly forth, whose Hands conjoyned are;
Most cheerfull-ey'd, fresh-cheek'd to boot; so fine
Their Habit, Garb, some Bridall thence did shine;
Forenz, Ardian these indeed (Belov'd
Nurse to Flostel) whom, Widow then, approv'd
Still handsome youthfull Piece; Neat-fashion'd, bred
Money'd, rich-farm'd for life (neer gains Well-head
Sarmara Town) the Doctor stoutly woo'd;
Soon won, ore-came: though secret Wedding show'd;
For which Offence Flostellas pardon there
Both humbly ask'd: who (sparkling Smiles howe're)
Wish'd them chief Marriage-joy; 'twas sport become,
New Masque of jolly mirth, to all the Room.
Th' ore-joy'd Thersames and Dorisbe though
Most gladly embraced him, t'whom speaking low,
Thus sayd Forenz; I hope you passed by
My Potions part, ith' late strange History,
As 'twas resolv'd, agre'd: They told him, Yes;
'Twas wisely done: thus ended all in bliss,
Short running Banquet though, for sweeter cloze;
When all withdrew, sought Natures calm repose:
Though second Wedding-night that prov'd as 'twere
(Loves joyes reviv'd) to th' late forlorn Orthere.
The History of Polindor and Flostella | ||