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Pierides

or The Muses Mount. By Hugh Crompton
  

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56. The Invitation to Marry.

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Put on (Rosella) ride not with delay,
'Tis full of danger; all-devouring time
Brings things (in time) to ruine and decay.
Enjoy thy pleasure now it is thy prime;
All things unused quickly are decay'd,
And for the lack of use are useless made.

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Observe an house that's not inhabited,
How soon swift time makes pock-holes in the walls:
Observe a cage, from whence the bird is fled,
How soon it's cobweb'd, and to ruine falls.
Oh let not (Rose) thy wanton white and red,
For want of wanton use be withered.

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Thou art the (Rose the Queen of every flower)
And if in time thou art not choicely taken,
Thou wilt decline, and lose thy fragrant power;
And thy fresh cheeks of beauty be forsaken:
Then take this counsel, let it not be known
So rare a Rose should languish all alone.

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Make me thy Tenant, and let me inherit
This curious Joynter: let thy youthful age
Be kept for me, to me do you transfer it.
I'le be the Bird too if you'l be the Cage,
I'le keep the house as 'tis, and you shall see
No alteration in the Cage shall be.

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The Rose is even ripe, and fit to gather;
Here is a hand shall pluck it if you please:
Let it not stand, left time and stormy weather
Shall blanch its vertue, and make beauty cease;
Resign it now, reserve it not until
'Tis neither fit for scent, nor to distil.

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Let's love no longer single, but enjoy

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The true Elysium which our Wedlock brings,
And let us feed on that felicity
Where of the silly Dove of Venus sings;
Die not a Virgin, lest survivers tell,
Rose is departed to lead Apes in hell.