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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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Here that prime Payr of loving Shepheardesses
Revisit we; 'Twas thus; Friends oft addresses,
Kind strongly'st pleaded Suits, being over-past
Seav'n or eight daies, such Influentiall tast
Found with Dulcenza, lo (glad, lucky'st season!)
That Fancy vayl'd (at length) in part to Reason,
Gave yeilding way; sh' had eyes and ears agen
For solid Counsayl, dreaming though till then.
So that not onely gain'd to her access
Those frequent Amorous Love-embassages,
Menander's Lines; regarded, courting Lute,
Which gave t'her windowes oft sweet Morn-salute;
But likewise Visits too (though meanly grac't)
With moody'st tempers, lowring Looks ore-cast:
Such stormy Gusts blew from the Lord Polind
(Those highest gallant Alps) clouding her mind
And face to boot with doubtfull'st Weather oft:
Though else, from th' inmost heart, disdaining nought
Menander's person, parts, nor his estate,
Who woo'd her Coyness at the painfull'st rate
Of humble and withall enduring Love.
As close gentile Sirenus too did move
His mild Marpesas brest, though found the Siege
More happy far, whose often priviledge
Kind Summer-looks, with few gain'd sweetest Kisses.
First-fruits; those earnest to succeeding blisses;
Possessing thence (ere long) th' hearts Magazine:
Plow'd with more prosp'rous Gales that foamy Brine
Oth' Lovers Ocean, towards Peru,
That coast of Gold, whilst blustring Tempests blew
Menander's Bark; being thus: Marpesas brest
Less troubled through vain Hopes, desires, unrest
(More calmly free) could better estimate
True, worthy Love, since found her Own so late
Slighted, refus'd. Thus (Reader) wings our Pen,
With hast, to th' noble Hermit-payr agen.