Amanda A Sacrifice To an Unknown Goddesse, or, A Free-Will Offering Of a loving Heart to a Sweet-Heart. By N. H. [i.e. Nicholas Hookes] |
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To Amanda igoing to Prayer.
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To Amanda igoing to Prayer.
Stay, stay, Amanda, take a wish from me,
And blesse a cushion with thy softer knee;
Whither are all those Virgin-Angels gone,
Who strew their wings, for thee to kneel upon,
Those pretty pinion'd boyes, fat, plump and faire,
Who joy to be the Ecchoes of thy prayer.
Those golden Cupids fall'n in love with thee
Thy little Nuncioes to thy Deitie.
And blesse a cushion with thy softer knee;
Whither are all those Virgin-Angels gone,
Who strew their wings, for thee to kneel upon,
Those pretty pinion'd boyes, fat, plump and faire,
Who joy to be the Ecchoes of thy prayer.
Those golden Cupids fall'n in love with thee
Thy little Nuncioes to thy Deitie.
Prethy, Amanda, Dearest, prethy stay,
The Cushion, wench, where art? come bring't away
You use your Mistris kindly; here, my love,
Come kneel upon't, and kneel to none but Jove:
What o'th' bare boards! no sure it cannot be,
Look how they sink, and will not touch thy knee;
They dare not sinne so farre (my Dear) to presse
That flesh, and make it know their stubbornnesse,
Were there no bones within, thou should'st command
Under each tender knee thy lover's hand;
Nay, my Amanda, take my better part,
And at thy prayers kneel upon my heart.
The Cushion, wench, where art? come bring't away
You use your Mistris kindly; here, my love,
Come kneel upon't, and kneel to none but Jove:
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Look how they sink, and will not touch thy knee;
They dare not sinne so farre (my Dear) to presse
That flesh, and make it know their stubbornnesse,
Were there no bones within, thou should'st command
Under each tender knee thy lover's hand;
Nay, my Amanda, take my better part,
And at thy prayers kneel upon my heart.
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