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Delay. Upon advice to deferr Loves Consummation.
Delay, whose Parents Phlegme and Slumber are,
Thinkst thou two Snailes drawing thy leaden Car,
Can keep pace with the fiery wheels of loves
Chariot, that receives motion from swift Doves?
Go visit Feavours, such as conscience wrack
With fear of punishment in death; there slack
The pulse, or dwell upon the fatall tongues
Of Judges, shut up their contagious lungs:
Thou mayst a Goale rejoyce, but not decree
To Loves glad Prisoners a Jubilee.
How canst thou think thy Frost with Icy Laws
Can bind my tears, when Love thy cold chain thaws?
He more intense for fighting Ice will be,
And raise his heat unto the eighth degree.
Thus through thy coldnesse I shall feircer burn,
And by thy Winter into Cinders turn.
Thinkst thou two Snailes drawing thy leaden Car,
Can keep pace with the fiery wheels of loves
Chariot, that receives motion from swift Doves?
Go visit Feavours, such as conscience wrack
With fear of punishment in death; there slack
The pulse, or dwell upon the fatall tongues
Of Judges, shut up their contagious lungs:
Thou mayst a Goale rejoyce, but not decree
To Loves glad Prisoners a Jubilee.
How canst thou think thy Frost with Icy Laws
Can bind my tears, when Love thy cold chain thaws?
He more intense for fighting Ice will be,
And raise his heat unto the eighth degree.
Thus through thy coldnesse I shall feircer burn,
And by thy Winter into Cinders turn.
But since from Ignorance fears oft arise,
And thence are stoln unequall Victories,
Let us describe this Foe, muster his force:
A handlesse thing it is, and chills the sourse
Of brave attempts. Eyes he pretends to much,
Yet our experience often shews that such
Exactnesse in Surveying, opes a gate
To be surprizd by Semele's sad Fate.
Tis a meer trunk, hath not for progress feet,
Coward that fears his own desires to meet.
His Friends are scarse; the Heavens, whose flight debates
The race with thought, are no confederates:
The World is love in act; suspend this fire,
The Globe to its old Chaos will retire:
Infernall soules, but for his loathed stay
Might hope their Night would open into Day.
And thence are stoln unequall Victories,
Let us describe this Foe, muster his force:
A handlesse thing it is, and chills the sourse
Of brave attempts. Eyes he pretends to much,
Yet our experience often shews that such
Exactnesse in Surveying, opes a gate
To be surprizd by Semele's sad Fate.
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Coward that fears his own desires to meet.
His Friends are scarse; the Heavens, whose flight debates
The race with thought, are no confederates:
The World is love in act; suspend this fire,
The Globe to its old Chaos will retire:
Infernall soules, but for his loathed stay
Might hope their Night would open into Day.
How can this Cripple then, not with one Band
Aided by Earth, Heaven, Hell, his power withstand,
Who hath of Earth, Heaven, Hell, the forces broke,
Impos'd on Neptunes selfe his scorching yoak?
But if thou needst will haunt me, let thy Mace
Arrest delight when I my Love imbrace.
Aided by Earth, Heaven, Hell, his power withstand,
Who hath of Earth, Heaven, Hell, the forces broke,
Impos'd on Neptunes selfe his scorching yoak?
But if thou needst will haunt me, let thy Mace
Arrest delight when I my Love imbrace.
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