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The second Dream.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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The second Dream.

Twas Fresh-cheek'd May with all her pride
And Progress bravery beautifi'd;
Her musk, perfumes, and Gems of price,
To take that sexe more daynty, nice,
When th'Chaos-World (late sullen) now
Turnd laughing all, stampd one whose brow
Fine new Creation: when froz'd Men
(Not snayls alone) seem'd Live agen:
Forth went the Nimph, whose eyes fayr ray
Had January turnd to May,
And spruc't the poor-clad earth howere
With Flowrs, though Flora banished the yeare:
Forth Phillis tript; whilst I alone
Ingross'd the blessing, th'honour won
T'attend her Walks chief Favourit,
Sole Guardian to my Souls delight:
Cal'd by her as if Heaven had cal'd
To Joyes, wherein blest Saints instal'd,
(Who would not glory?) Champion thence
To weak, yet purest Innocence:
For well my PHILLIS knew that I

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Would not hurt, but protecting dye;
And (though, Temptation all, her shape)
Would punish, not commit a Rape.
Thus, though no morning-star am borne,
Yet was I Vsher to the Morn;
Or rather Sun-companion shew,
Whose hand inrich'd mine with its snow.
Naught envying now Great Turk; Mogor,
Tartarian China-bugbear or
Black Southern Prince; thus septer'd I
Durst boast a fayrer Monarchy.
Each Object as we tract below,
With rival-courtship seemd to wo
My Heavenly Fair; and bred in me
A kind of sportive Jealousie:
Birds chant love-songs, Gales whisper soft
Kind tales, steal kisses, whilst (methought)
Herbs, Flowers hung their love-sick heads,
Or bowd with reverence from their beds;
Hills animated seem'd rejoyce;
And (wanton) Eccho back her Voice:
O pregnant Son! say, what does prove
So all breeding as that Womb of Love?
Here, whilst I sacrific'd chast Vows,
Sigh-Incence, (made unspotted those
Blest Hands the Alters)t'either eare
Thus PHILLIS breath'd; O, breath'd sounds

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Seraphick Musick! (words be gone
That poor Term) Thus she seemd to own—
Hold Fondling, don't expose abroad
Such sweetness to th'Ayrs common Road;
Be wise: th'Harmonious touch oth'Sphears
Not Musick is the Vulgar ears:
Repeat the Blisses to thine own;
Tell Venus, or Loves-self alone:
And feed you Lickerish eares, (reviv'd
Your dear Joyes,) Fancy makes new-liv'd:
Whilst Cupid scores up all, each word
(Th'Hour, Minute) in's chast Loves Record.