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 back to th' Cloyster'd Mansion, Vestall ayre
Let's turn our Flight, salute that noblest Payre
In their conjoyn'd abode; Nun-life, estate.
We shall not here set forth to th' full, dilate
Those pleasant Cabins, Garden-founts, those Bow'rs,
Choyce shady Walks; their evening Sports, their hours
For burning Incence, Vestall Robes, attires;
Their Musick-consorts oft, with their Voyce-quires,
Rare Pencils art, their Needles wonders, glory:
Nor shall we number out in formall story
Our spoused Nuns day-stoln Delights. and kisses;
Their private Walks to th' first-view'd Fount of blisses,
With that first Dear, adjoyning, faithfull Shade,
Where new Loves sober Sweets, love-vowes repaid
(All heighten'd much through former Doubts and fear,
Now rouzed up by Both, recounted there)
Last, th' Outlets Bow'r: those conscious, loving Places
Thank'd kindly still, as Capable oth' graces
(So sweetly over-flowing's gentle Love
Toward Founts and Trees) though rarest this, least prove
Observ'd; Althuse by th' fonder Nuns, beside,
So haunted still. Nor shall be blab'd, descry'd
Nights pleasures much; conform'd Althusa though
(Th' undressing Hand-mayds part who joy'd to show)
Pledora being chouch'd earths glorious Mine,
VVould but, lay'd down on th' blisfull cloathes, intwine
Her dainty'st Body still, Heart-fires revealing;
Thousand Goodnights in balmy kisses sealing
(Thousand Goodmorrowes too) Sighes joyn'd for cloze)
As Fancy should sublimed Spirits of those
Rayse (Chymick-like) to smaller dear fruition:
So, goes to's Trundle-bed: Dreams blest condition
Oft Cordiall-friend to th' pining hungry Lover,
Kind almes, relief. Soul soothed still, 'twould over
This Fast ere long, mean while participated
Those Joyes, preserves once swoonded for, high'st-rated
Thus at her feet, like th' sturdy Guardian kept
That Orchard rich in Golden fruit, he slept.
VVondrous Self-conquest (lo) both sides Renown'd
(Sweet'st, worthy'st Payr!) that Mansion, grovy round
Virgin-lodge still, though turn'd to loving Bow'rs!
None Witness day nor night, save th' amorous Pow'rs.
Sol, Luna alone, whose first his Daphne chose,
Th' other her Darling-swain; no Tell-tales those:
Choyce sports, converse, with first Love-fruits unblasted,
Althusa and the fayr Pledora tasted.
Let's turn our Flight, salute that noblest Payre
In their conjoyn'd abode; Nun-life, estate.
We shall not here set forth to th' full, dilate
Those pleasant Cabins, Garden-founts, those Bow'rs,
Choyce shady Walks; their evening Sports, their hours
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Their Musick-consorts oft, with their Voyce-quires,
Rare Pencils art, their Needles wonders, glory:
Nor shall we number out in formall story
Our spoused Nuns day-stoln Delights. and kisses;
Their private Walks to th' first-view'd Fount of blisses,
With that first Dear, adjoyning, faithfull Shade,
Where new Loves sober Sweets, love-vowes repaid
(All heighten'd much through former Doubts and fear,
Now rouzed up by Both, recounted there)
Last, th' Outlets Bow'r: those conscious, loving Places
Thank'd kindly still, as Capable oth' graces
(So sweetly over-flowing's gentle Love
Toward Founts and Trees) though rarest this, least prove
Observ'd; Althuse by th' fonder Nuns, beside,
So haunted still. Nor shall be blab'd, descry'd
Nights pleasures much; conform'd Althusa though
(Th' undressing Hand-mayds part who joy'd to show)
Pledora being chouch'd earths glorious Mine,
VVould but, lay'd down on th' blisfull cloathes, intwine
Her dainty'st Body still, Heart-fires revealing;
Thousand Goodnights in balmy kisses sealing
(Thousand Goodmorrowes too) Sighes joyn'd for cloze)
As Fancy should sublimed Spirits of those
Rayse (Chymick-like) to smaller dear fruition:
So, goes to's Trundle-bed: Dreams blest condition
Oft Cordiall-friend to th' pining hungry Lover,
Kind almes, relief. Soul soothed still, 'twould over
This Fast ere long, mean while participated
Those Joyes, preserves once swoonded for, high'st-rated
Thus at her feet, like th' sturdy Guardian kept
That Orchard rich in Golden fruit, he slept.
VVondrous Self-conquest (lo) both sides Renown'd
(Sweet'st, worthy'st Payr!) that Mansion, grovy round
Virgin-lodge still, though turn'd to loving Bow'rs!
None Witness day nor night, save th' amorous Pow'rs.
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Th' other her Darling-swain; no Tell-tales those:
Choyce sports, converse, with first Love-fruits unblasted,
Althusa and the fayr Pledora tasted.
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