Festum Uoluptatis, Or the Banquet of Pleasure Fvrnished with Mvch Variety of Speculations, Wittie, Pleasant, and Delightfull. Containing divers choyce Love-Posies, Songs, Sonnets, Odes, Madrigals, Satyrs, Epigrams, Epitaphs and Elegies. For varietie and pleasure the like never before published. By S. P. [i.e. Samuel Pick] |
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AN ODE.
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AN ODE.
Cupids Marriage with dissimulation.
A new found match is made of late,
Blind Cupid needs will change his wife:
New-fangled Love doth Psiche hate,
With whom so long he lead his life.
Dissembling, she,
The Bride must be,
To please his wanton Eye.
Psiche laments
That Love repents
His choyce without cause, why?
Blind Cupid needs will change his wife:
New-fangled Love doth Psiche hate,
With whom so long he lead his life.
Dissembling, she,
The Bride must be,
To please his wanton Eye.
Psiche laments
That Love repents
His choyce without cause, why?
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Citheron sounds with Musicke strange,
Unknowne unto the Virgins nine,
From flat to sharp the tune doth range,
Too base, because it is too fine:
See how the Bride,
Puft up with pride,
Can mince it passing well,
She trips on toe
Full faire to show,
Within doth poyson dwell.
Unknowne unto the Virgins nine,
From flat to sharp the tune doth range,
Too base, because it is too fine:
See how the Bride,
Puft up with pride,
Can mince it passing well,
She trips on toe
Full faire to show,
Within doth poyson dwell.
Now wanton Love at last is sped,
Dissembling, is his onely joy,
Bare truth from Venus Court is fled,
Dissembling pleasures hides annoy.
It were in vaine,
To talke of paine,
The wedding yet doth last.
But paine is neare,
And will appeare
With a dissembling cast.
Dissembling, is his onely joy,
Bare truth from Venus Court is fled,
Dissembling pleasures hides annoy.
It were in vaine,
To talke of paine,
The wedding yet doth last.
But paine is neare,
And will appeare
With a dissembling cast.
Despaire and hope are joyn'd in one,
And paine with pleasure linked sure.
Not one of these can come alone,
No certaine hope, no pleasure pure.
Thus sowre and sweet
In Love doe meet,
Dissembling likes it so,
Of sweet small store,
Of sowre the more,
Love is a pleasant woe.
And paine with pleasure linked sure.
Not one of these can come alone,
No certaine hope, no pleasure pure.
Thus sowre and sweet
In Love doe meet,
Dissembling likes it so,
Of sweet small store,
Of sowre the more,
Love is a pleasant woe.
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