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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This Breakfast done, Polindors craving Soul
Tongue both (since tost as yet ith' Lover's Ocean)
Were 'bout to ask new Sweets; though damp'd that Motion
The faint, ore-drooping Ladies Appetite
To rest (Himself but drowsie too, scarce right)
Her Watch, sore frights, and journey thought in reason
Bad Friends to Loves more advantageous season:
Thus, th' Iron-door being fast, securely clos'd,
Both down upon that Hermits Bed repos'd
Joynt sleeping Partners thus, their armes intwin'd;
More wealth then in Sol's circuit there confin'd.
Come gentlest God of sleep, most fayr behold
Of all thy drowsie Empire, bind, infold
Their yeilding Sences (silken Cordialls are
Those pleasing Bands) come, Kiss this lovely'st Payr
To downy Quiet, Bathing first their Eyes
In slumbers Essence, Soul whilst waking lies;
Through Dreams in part those Joyes to come portraying:
No Noyse cause Rapes upon their Rest, dismaying.
Tongue both (since tost as yet ith' Lover's Ocean)
Were 'bout to ask new Sweets; though damp'd that Motion
The faint, ore-drooping Ladies Appetite
To rest (Himself but drowsie too, scarce right)
Her Watch, sore frights, and journey thought in reason
Bad Friends to Loves more advantageous season:
Thus, th' Iron-door being fast, securely clos'd,
Both down upon that Hermits Bed repos'd
Joynt sleeping Partners thus, their armes intwin'd;
More wealth then in Sol's circuit there confin'd.
Come gentlest God of sleep, most fayr behold
Of all thy drowsie Empire, bind, infold
Their yeilding Sences (silken Cordialls are
Those pleasing Bands) come, Kiss this lovely'st Payr
To downy Quiet, Bathing first their Eyes
In slumbers Essence, Soul whilst waking lies;
Through Dreams in part those Joyes to come portraying:
No Noyse cause Rapes upon their Rest, dismaying.
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