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] |
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To Amanda supposing and wishing she were with childe.
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To Amanda supposing and wishing she were with childe.
With what delight and joy, me thinks I see
Thy swelling wombe increase its treasurie!
What a sweet poison 'twas! if all maids past
Fifteen, could themselves poison so, how fast
They'd kick up heels, be venom'd in their beds;
And murther those Chimera's Maidenheads:
How stately my Amanda looks! she seems to me
Diana in her crescent Majestie.
What frozen creature is't, won't wish as soon
As Phebe's spi'd himself the man i'th' Moon?
What Virgin thy faire Lunar globe can see,
And not straight wish to be i'th' full like thee?
Thy swelling wombe increase its treasurie!
What a sweet poison 'twas! if all maids past
Fifteen, could themselves poison so, how fast
They'd kick up heels, be venom'd in their beds;
And murther those Chimera's Maidenheads:
How stately my Amanda looks! she seems to me
Diana in her crescent Majestie.
What frozen creature is't, won't wish as soon
As Phebe's spi'd himself the man i'th' Moon?
What Virgin thy faire Lunar globe can see,
And not straight wish to be i'th' full like thee?
I wish, my Dearest, I could heare thee say,
The little boy kicks, willing to make his way
Into his fathers armes: Oh may he be
His own sweet mothers picture, not like me.
Ah could I heare it, [I have often smil'd
To think upon't] Amanda's great with childe!
She looks within a mon'th; would past all feare
I once might say, Welcome down stairs, my Deare;
Would thou were't church't, and the good wives were come
A gossipping! Now 'twil be guest by some
The maine thing that I wish implicitly
Is this, would I were brought to bed with thee.
The little boy kicks, willing to make his way
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His own sweet mothers picture, not like me.
Ah could I heare it, [I have often smil'd
To think upon't] Amanda's great with childe!
She looks within a mon'th; would past all feare
I once might say, Welcome down stairs, my Deare;
Would thou were't church't, and the good wives were come
A gossipping! Now 'twil be guest by some
The maine thing that I wish implicitly
Is this, would I were brought to bed with thee.
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