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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Lo, here's our blisfull Couples chosen Walk,
Where they oft progrest round intwin'd, would talk
Of their first frosty Moods, ore coy disdain
(Though severall causes heighten'd much the Vein)
Love's pardon ask'd; devoutly'st Sacrifize
How many Ambrosiack Kisses 'fore his eyes!
Those Love's small Offerings! would freely then
Pluck dangling Fruits, then walk'd, and then agen
Pluck'd more; when (sportive) out of wanton play,
Th' heart-plundring Amorist would steal away
Some Cherry from her Cherry-mouth, does so
Cozen her fonder Tast; then would make show
To offer one more choyce, but then again
Deludes her whitest Hand reach'd forth in vain;
Thus, mocks his heav'nly Fayr; who, to requite,
When he would (sober) give, in pritty spight
Would (Sullen) none; When he must make her Eat,
So, kindly gratify'd that Tast which yet
Had so Abus'd. Both cloy'd, the Youth would seek
(Compar'd) to shame the Cherry by her cheek;
And next, those purely'st blushing Corans hold
Nigh to'er, Smiled when, th' whole Bunch controld
By her fresh Lip: last flouting business, jests
Upon the silken Peach, felt with her Brests
Not soft, not sleek at all: here boasting shows
Heav'n-plant, or Tree of Paradice to those.
Where they oft progrest round intwin'd, would talk
Of their first frosty Moods, ore coy disdain
(Though severall causes heighten'd much the Vein)
Love's pardon ask'd; devoutly'st Sacrifize
How many Ambrosiack Kisses 'fore his eyes!
Those Love's small Offerings! would freely then
Pluck dangling Fruits, then walk'd, and then agen
Pluck'd more; when (sportive) out of wanton play,
Th' heart-plundring Amorist would steal away
Some Cherry from her Cherry-mouth, does so
Cozen her fonder Tast; then would make show
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Deludes her whitest Hand reach'd forth in vain;
Thus, mocks his heav'nly Fayr; who, to requite,
When he would (sober) give, in pritty spight
Would (Sullen) none; When he must make her Eat,
So, kindly gratify'd that Tast which yet
Had so Abus'd. Both cloy'd, the Youth would seek
(Compar'd) to shame the Cherry by her cheek;
And next, those purely'st blushing Corans hold
Nigh to'er, Smiled when, th' whole Bunch controld
By her fresh Lip: last flouting business, jests
Upon the silken Peach, felt with her Brests
Not soft, not sleek at all: here boasting shows
Heav'n-plant, or Tree of Paradice to those.
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