SONG XXXVI.
[Oh! stifle not longer, mine Eager desire!]
1
Oh!
stifle not longer, mine Eager desire!
VVhich in it's own flames Phænix like,
And closer, then cockles, when, we shal entwine would expire!
(My dearest) I'le breath out, my Soul, into thine.
2
Thy beauty, shall nourish, as well, as delight,
Our sences, to feast, and a longing invite;
VVhilest thou, in our dallyance perfumest the Aire,
VVith thy Breath, that's as sweet, as thy Beauties are fair.
3
Thy hand, at whose touch, I do melt, into blood,
Shall busily range, in an amorous mood,
Till, at length, being entranc'd by Lov's mystical charms.
Thou, boldly, resign'st thy self, into mine Armes
4
Where, having given over thy self, for a while,
That I may discover, thy forcunat Isle,
Whil'st in Admiration, my Passions, are hurld,
In Embrasing, of thee, I do Compass, the world.
5
Nor (sweetest) be pearl not, thy Diamond-eyes!
For the Treasure th'ast lost, in becoming my prize!
Since Helena, she, as Immortal shall be
In the Records of Fame, as dull Penelope.
6
Nor do thou Florilla, as Lucrece hath done
Lay hands, on thy self! cause thy Tarquin is gone!
For when with rich Wines, I have heighten'd my Vein
Full fraught, I'le return to my dearest again,
And Lucrece, ne're dy'd, for her being a Whore,
But, for thought, she should see her young Gallant no more.
