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] |
To Amanda after she had wash't.
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Amanda | ||
To Amanda after she had wash't.
Heark now these bubbles talk of thee, and breakThemselves in their last breath thy name to speak!
Heark how they sigh and wish they Crystal were,
They might be ever pendents in thy eare!
That water flung away! No, no, my Faire,
With it no Chymick Essence can compare;
'Tis clarifi'd and quick'ned with the balme,
The morning philter of thy dewie palme.
The sweetnesse of thy hands remaineth yet,
'Twill make me faire to wash my face with it:
Oh I must drink; Amanda, give it me,
'Tis Nectarilla, and doth taste of thee.
Amanda | ||