Pocula Castalia The Authors Motto. Fortunes Tennis-Ball. Eliza. Poems. Epigrams. &c. By R. B. [i.e Robert Baron] |
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Now leave yee Jvno's Orgies to beginThe Gods whose nights outshines his daies so far.
Th'Idalian Star that so long wisht hath been
Now gives Alarum to the peacefull War.
And chides you for dalaying rites behind
That have, though lesse of state, yet more of kind.
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See! Mirtles trim your way. See! Roses thereFlow in whole showers, and Violets seem to grow
I'th' Chamber, as if Venvs Mead it were,
Where you shall revell in Loves Sphere, and know
Nor fear, nor change; exalted far above
Even hope, and th'Wheel that spins the fates of Love.
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The Zones strong knots the Gallant has unti'd,And's ready other pretty difficulties
T'encounter. Matrons sage have plac'd his Bride,
Whilst he then out his cloathes like lightning flies
And shoots himself into her Bosome, notes
Wee'l borrow of the Spheres to tune these votes.
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