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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FLOSTELLAS Nunlike Coynesse
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FLOSTELLAS Nunlike Coynesse
Flostella fairest, why so coy,So dainty nice? when but t'enjoy
One favour such a taske doth prove,
Herculean Labour: tell me Love;
What though that daintier hand touch mine
(Of Spotlesse Alablaster-shine)
Would't shew lesse faire and sulli'd be?
Or lose the Fashion, if by me
But kindly prest? though never I
That sacred white doe come so nigh,
But with wash't hands; nor touch their Down,
But reverentiall feare does crown
My Devout Palme your Glove all day
May freelyer touch, your Scisers may,
Silk, needle, lawn, nay, meaner thread;
Then is my Hand more vile indeed
Then these? or say, you purify
Those things by Touch, like Chimistry
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Or say, those daintier Lips touch mine,
Are they impoverish't in their store?
Or wast their Delicates the more
By often giving? (since they are
A lasting sweetnesse) or, less faire,
Ought lose their colour Ruby excelling?
The more they'r kiss'd, more red and swelling.
The wanton Ayre with hovering play
May touch them and the tawny Ray
Of Phæbus, Toys, which often please;
Then are my Lips more base then these?
The Fly may buzzing kisse, and touch
(Unbalm'd) those Cherries; mine's but such
Las! can you chide and frowne, when I
(Nye starv'd) do beg the Charity,
Th' Almes of one kisse? twas never yet
Held sin for Starvelings to crave meat;
That's free; would you not Life bestow,
Where you your selfe ne'r the Poorer grow?
Nay, Sweetest, were't love-relish'd, this,
You would seeme Richer by a kisse;
Love's First-course, Second Mintage tis.
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