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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Thus, each (bright living Coorse) payd Natures due;
Thus slept they, glorious whilst they slept (to view)
Sweet'st Innocences Twofold Picture there:
Polindor (cloy'd) if chanc'd to waken ere,
Her Eye lids clos'd, would Wink again, as he
Woo'd, courted Sleep, to bear her company;
Not stealing softest Kiss, least, Guilty so
(Love-crime howere) of Sin, disturbance show.
Thus slumber'd they, till flown through Signs of heaven
Many wing'd posting Hours, to six ith' even
When both Awoke. The joy'd Polindor now
Most blith and fresh (transported through that Vow
Cloud-like blown o're) with dear Imbracings, kisses,
Begun to claim (indeed) Conjugall blisses:
To which again, how sweetly'st blushing, she
(Smiles mixt) reply'd; My Lord, I now am free
('Tis true) from shackling Vowes confess'd beside
By Marriage Yours; thus, shall not least provide
Coy shifts, gainsay your Pleasure; yet my Suit
Would move Once more (part faintish still to boot)
That you would Grant me but three Hours alone,
Till shady Night, this Bed we slumber'd on,
Might shroud my Bashfulness: my dearest Lord,
Shall I obtain this? smil'd, each sugred word.
Which answer'd then Polind; Thus still you do
Torment a Lover, Sweet: If't should be so,
My Lord (sayd she again) I've done; no more.
But dearest, then sayd he (withall forbore
Scarce smiles) shall not that Grant be censur'd, thought
Dull coldness in my Blood? or styled ought
Want of Affection in me? Loathsome, either:
O no, my Lord (she cry'd) I vow, thought neither,
But rather deem'd your Love, through wish'd complying
With my Girls humour thus: To which replying
Nought more, but sigh, strait leapt he from the Bed,
As from that Gorgon, snake, Temptation fled
(Though much convinc'd indeed by Fancies pow'r,
Her speciall Mood, kind daintier Garb that hour
In Bed, would give Compleatest satisfaction)
When she rose too: Thus, Rouz'd and fresh for action,
Both Walk'd forth, pleas'd with their new Prospect, ayre;
Where we must leave awhile this Hermit-payr.
Thus slept they, glorious whilst they slept (to view)
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Polindor (cloy'd) if chanc'd to waken ere,
Her Eye lids clos'd, would Wink again, as he
Woo'd, courted Sleep, to bear her company;
Not stealing softest Kiss, least, Guilty so
(Love-crime howere) of Sin, disturbance show.
Thus slumber'd they, till flown through Signs of heaven
Many wing'd posting Hours, to six ith' even
When both Awoke. The joy'd Polindor now
Most blith and fresh (transported through that Vow
Cloud-like blown o're) with dear Imbracings, kisses,
Begun to claim (indeed) Conjugall blisses:
To which again, how sweetly'st blushing, she
(Smiles mixt) reply'd; My Lord, I now am free
('Tis true) from shackling Vowes confess'd beside
By Marriage Yours; thus, shall not least provide
Coy shifts, gainsay your Pleasure; yet my Suit
Would move Once more (part faintish still to boot)
That you would Grant me but three Hours alone,
Till shady Night, this Bed we slumber'd on,
Might shroud my Bashfulness: my dearest Lord,
Shall I obtain this? smil'd, each sugred word.
Which answer'd then Polind; Thus still you do
Torment a Lover, Sweet: If't should be so,
My Lord (sayd she again) I've done; no more.
But dearest, then sayd he (withall forbore
Scarce smiles) shall not that Grant be censur'd, thought
Dull coldness in my Blood? or styled ought
Want of Affection in me? Loathsome, either:
O no, my Lord (she cry'd) I vow, thought neither,
But rather deem'd your Love, through wish'd complying
With my Girls humour thus: To which replying
Nought more, but sigh, strait leapt he from the Bed,
As from that Gorgon, snake, Temptation fled
(Though much convinc'd indeed by Fancies pow'r,
Her speciall Mood, kind daintier Garb that hour
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When she rose too: Thus, Rouz'd and fresh for action,
Both Walk'd forth, pleas'd with their new Prospect, ayre;
Where we must leave awhile this Hermit-payr.
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