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THE SECOND SISTERS dreame.
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THE SECOND SISTERS dreame.
The
second sister some what modest bold
Reply'd; my dreame partlie by you is told
Before you slept, me thought, J heard you saie
You in sweete musinge, did a longe tyme laie
You musing sigh'd, and sigh'd till sleepe did steale
Vppon your mayden eyes, their lidds to seale
At length you slept and dreamt you sawe your loue
(A dreame indeed, which much vs maydes doe moue)
You kiste with him but when he'ed with you lie
That made you wake, and out the bedd to flie
But soe (me thought) sweet sister did not I
For I (me thought) did think it was noe synn
To lett a youth betweene my sheetes leape in
But yet for fashions sake oft thus J de crye
Praye gett you hence, seeke some where els to lye
Yet this repulse should still soe faintlie come
As it should feircer whett him on for roome
For coldlie, to denie loues sweete delight
Spurrs to a gallop, the feirce appetite.
And sisters well you knowe, we maydes doe hold
Those youngmen weake which bunt loues chase but cold
What is it to crye, fye, or praye nowe hence?
Why to a resolute mynde, that kinde of fence
Too open lies: oh! men are desprate foes
Vppon advantadge, theile come in, and close,
Ide ne're crye, fye awaie, nor vtter this
But J would closly hugg to him and kisse.
Begone, surcease, y'are rude, forbeare I praie
Of tymes such wordes, J've gone aboute to saie
But er'e those cruell wordes, could haue their birth
Tha'ue smoth'erd bynn, and all has turnd to mirth
Wagges well knowe howe, to quench our angers flame
Sweete kisses, at first kindling, dampe the same
For (sisters) Loue, his schollers this doth teache
Wee ioyne should lippes, to seale our lipp's from speach
And soe it fard with vs; speachles we laie
Giving to pleasures sweetned streame free waie
Soe longe (me thought) we dally'd in the bedd
As allmost J had lost my maydenhead
But (girles) J curse Dreames false deluding guile
As I was loosing it, J wakt the while
Oh girles! oh girles! who knowes what J did misse,
For J awakt, in midst of sweetest blisse
Jf euer mayde, toucht Nectar with hir lipp
Then J (in dreame) of that sweete iuyce did sipp
But oh I wakt! oh then (awakt) my spight
For being wakt, a sleepe fell all delight
Reply'd; my dreame partlie by you is told
Before you slept, me thought, J heard you saie
You in sweete musinge, did a longe tyme laie
You musing sigh'd, and sigh'd till sleepe did steale
Vppon your mayden eyes, their lidds to seale
At length you slept and dreamt you sawe your loue
(A dreame indeed, which much vs maydes doe moue)
You kiste with him but when he'ed with you lie
That made you wake, and out the bedd to flie
But soe (me thought) sweet sister did not I
For I (me thought) did think it was noe synn
To lett a youth betweene my sheetes leape in
But yet for fashions sake oft thus J de crye
Yet this repulse should still soe faintlie come
As it should feircer whett him on for roome
For coldlie, to denie loues sweete delight
Spurrs to a gallop, the feirce appetite.
And sisters well you knowe, we maydes doe hold
Those youngmen weake which bunt loues chase but cold
What is it to crye, fye, or praye nowe hence?
Why to a resolute mynde, that kinde of fence
Too open lies: oh! men are desprate foes
Vppon advantadge, theile come in, and close,
Ide ne're crye, fye awaie, nor vtter this
But J would closly hugg to him and kisse.
Begone, surcease, y'are rude, forbeare I praie
Of tymes such wordes, J've gone aboute to saie
But er'e those cruell wordes, could haue their birth
Tha'ue smoth'erd bynn, and all has turnd to mirth
Wagges well knowe howe, to quench our angers flame
Sweete kisses, at first kindling, dampe the same
For (sisters) Loue, his schollers this doth teache
Wee ioyne should lippes, to seale our lipp's from speach
And soe it fard with vs; speachles we laie
Giving to pleasures sweetned streame free waie
Soe longe (me thought) we dally'd in the bedd
As allmost J had lost my maydenhead
But (girles) J curse Dreames false deluding guile
As I was loosing it, J wakt the while
Oh girles! oh girles! who knowes what J did misse,
For J awakt, in midst of sweetest blisse
Jf euer mayde, toucht Nectar with hir lipp
Then J (in dreame) of that sweete iuyce did sipp
But oh I wakt! oh then (awakt) my spight
For being wakt, a sleepe fell all delight
Nowe eldest sister you must wake (quoth shee)
Your turne's to tell, the next dreame after me
And reason to the eldest sister sayde
Else let on me, some for feyture be laide
But, J must tell the dreames you haue told twice
Unles J should, some fayned dreame devise
Were here more then five hundred maydes: yet each
Of vs, should in one text and lesson preache
For all we maydes doe dreame alike a nights
Then to our eyes appeareth pleasing sights
And then a smack we taste of loues delights,
Oh that Dame Nature, would but heare my sute
Then should our mayden bodies, beare noe fruite.
Or would it were noe scandall to our liues
To haue our pappes giue sucke, er'e marryed wiues:
Yf with that pleasing graunt, we maydes were blest
Then soner would we yeild to loues requeste
For a my fayth girles were it not for feare
To be with childe, Id'e ne're denie my Deare
Oh then these false dreames fond deluding sightes
Weed ne're care for: we'ed taste loues tr'ust delights
More then tenn thowsand tymes, Jve thought to pyne
This mallenchollie sullen corpes of myne
For sild (alas) we maydes can taste sweet loue
But our owne bellies, doe the tell-tales proue
With sullen puft-vp pride alowde they reade;
Proclayming publikelye our private deed
Happie are wiues, for they are nere afrayde
Of that which terrysyeth moste a maide,
They maie haue boyes and girles, and boies agen?
They maie with husbandes lie, and other men;
Yet nothing noted; but alas poore we
Sild dare doe ought, but what the world maie see,
Eache thinge, it selfe againste vs doth oppose
All thinges are blabbes, our secrets to disclose
For sild we reape loues pleasure in the night
But envious daie (to'ur shames) bringes it to light
Shewing too plaine, at what game we haue beene
Making our sweetlie stolen pleasures seene.
Oh were it not for dreames, I wonder J
Howe we in bedd a nights could brooke to lie
Your turne's to tell, the next dreame after me
And reason to the eldest sister sayde
Else let on me, some for feyture be laide
But, J must tell the dreames you haue told twice
Unles J should, some fayned dreame devise
Were here more then five hundred maydes: yet each
For all we maydes doe dreame alike a nights
Then to our eyes appeareth pleasing sights
And then a smack we taste of loues delights,
Oh that Dame Nature, would but heare my sute
Then should our mayden bodies, beare noe fruite.
Or would it were noe scandall to our liues
To haue our pappes giue sucke, er'e marryed wiues:
Yf with that pleasing graunt, we maydes were blest
Then soner would we yeild to loues requeste
For a my fayth girles were it not for feare
To be with childe, Id'e ne're denie my Deare
Oh then these false dreames fond deluding sightes
Weed ne're care for: we'ed taste loues tr'ust delights
More then tenn thowsand tymes, Jve thought to pyne
This mallenchollie sullen corpes of myne
For sild (alas) we maydes can taste sweet loue
But our owne bellies, doe the tell-tales proue
With sullen puft-vp pride alowde they reade;
Proclayming publikelye our private deed
Happie are wiues, for they are nere afrayde
Of that which terrysyeth moste a maide,
They maie haue boyes and girles, and boies agen?
They maie with husbandes lie, and other men;
Yet nothing noted; but alas poore we
Sild dare doe ought, but what the world maie see,
Eache thinge, it selfe againste vs doth oppose
All thinges are blabbes, our secrets to disclose
For sild we reape loues pleasure in the night
But envious daie (to'ur shames) bringes it to light
Shewing too plaine, at what game we haue beene
Making our sweetlie stolen pleasures seene.
Oh were it not for dreames, I wonder J
Howe we in bedd a nights could brooke to lie
But come, lett these things passe; eyther of you
Your dreames haue told: my dreame beginneth nowe
Your dreames haue told: my dreame beginneth nowe
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