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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And here, by parcell-fits, we shall portray
Limb forth the place; That mention'd Ground, which lay
Before the Cell, was formed large Long-square;
Ith' midst like formed Pond there stood, most fair,
Glass-cheek'd, as if well pleased grown (to th' eye)
Since no Rough-manner'd Wind could enter nigh
To hoyse and vex her Stream. Here often would
Polindor Angling sit, ore-reach'd, controul'd
With fair false bait (grand cheating-game oth' World)
Th'ore hasty, credulous Fish, who greedy hurl'd
Takes himself Pris'ner there: the unkind deceit
Flostella smiled at, Such stranger Feat
(Sayes) caught her Heart; whilst on the embroyder'd Bank
Sits gathering Flow'rs, whose ayery moved Rank
Seem'd Bowing crave her hand, Pant sweetly (as 'twere)
Till from th' coorse under-soyl transplanted were
T'her Brests fair Eden. These she smiling showes,
And draws oft by the lov'd Polindor's Nose,
T'afford him fragrant part, would to and fro
Play th' Wanton with his Smell; who does bestow
Kind Kiss, for thanks, upon the hand did wave them,
Pronouncing, 'Twas her sweetest Touch that gave them
Those choyce perfumed Breaths, pow'r 'bove their own:
When she would Box his faulty Cheeks anon,
And say, He mock'd her. Throws in tossing sport
Fish at him, pearly scal'd, which could not hurt
Because she darted them; though now and then,
Through wilfull purpos'd Error, seiz'd agen
Their former moyst Abodes, her pitty freeing
That poor inthralled Wretch: the which he seeing,
Strait pritty Anger feigns, when Careless she
(Cross) throws in more; then would Polindor be
Reveng'd upon her Lips, and those must do
For th' Hands wish'd penance oft. Next th' Angle (lo)
Was reach'd presented to'er, when harmless she
Seem'd loath to Learn th' unpleasing Treachery:
Yet practis'd she, at each unskilfull miss
The Forfait was confirm'd a Treble Kiss;
Who now, more ignorant, still missed more,
As meant to make such kind Love-forfeits store:
Indeed, how could the Lady chuse? for why,
Th' enamour'd Fish (most part) still gazing lye
On the fair Angler, toyish grown, forget
To bite the simple Worm, their Pearl-eyes set
On dainty'st Lips: what wonder, these Love-shaken?
The Master-angler (long before) was taken.
Limb forth the place; That mention'd Ground, which lay
Before the Cell, was formed large Long-square;
Ith' midst like formed Pond there stood, most fair,
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Since no Rough-manner'd Wind could enter nigh
To hoyse and vex her Stream. Here often would
Polindor Angling sit, ore-reach'd, controul'd
With fair false bait (grand cheating-game oth' World)
Th'ore hasty, credulous Fish, who greedy hurl'd
Takes himself Pris'ner there: the unkind deceit
Flostella smiled at, Such stranger Feat
(Sayes) caught her Heart; whilst on the embroyder'd Bank
Sits gathering Flow'rs, whose ayery moved Rank
Seem'd Bowing crave her hand, Pant sweetly (as 'twere)
Till from th' coorse under-soyl transplanted were
T'her Brests fair Eden. These she smiling showes,
And draws oft by the lov'd Polindor's Nose,
T'afford him fragrant part, would to and fro
Play th' Wanton with his Smell; who does bestow
Kind Kiss, for thanks, upon the hand did wave them,
Pronouncing, 'Twas her sweetest Touch that gave them
Those choyce perfumed Breaths, pow'r 'bove their own:
When she would Box his faulty Cheeks anon,
And say, He mock'd her. Throws in tossing sport
Fish at him, pearly scal'd, which could not hurt
Because she darted them; though now and then,
Through wilfull purpos'd Error, seiz'd agen
Their former moyst Abodes, her pitty freeing
That poor inthralled Wretch: the which he seeing,
Strait pritty Anger feigns, when Careless she
(Cross) throws in more; then would Polindor be
Reveng'd upon her Lips, and those must do
For th' Hands wish'd penance oft. Next th' Angle (lo)
Was reach'd presented to'er, when harmless she
Seem'd loath to Learn th' unpleasing Treachery:
Yet practis'd she, at each unskilfull miss
The Forfait was confirm'd a Treble Kiss;
Who now, more ignorant, still missed more,
As meant to make such kind Love-forfeits store:
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Th' enamour'd Fish (most part) still gazing lye
On the fair Angler, toyish grown, forget
To bite the simple Worm, their Pearl-eyes set
On dainty'st Lips: what wonder, these Love-shaken?
The Master-angler (long before) was taken.
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