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Refrigerium.
Now through each vein my blood doth run
Hot as the Summers scorching Sun,
Whilst on what side so e'r I turn,
With double frying flames I burn.
To cool both Ætna's first I'l have
An Arbour coole as is the grave,
And with green shadie branches wove
As covert as Dodona's grove.
So that the Sun may not appear
At all in this close Hemisphere.
With Curran-bushes I'l hav't made
Vail'd o'r with Sycamores coole shade,
And mixt with Rasps and Cherrytrees,
Whose choice fruit may my pallat please.
Hot as the Summers scorching Sun,
Whilst on what side so e'r I turn,
With double frying flames I burn.
To cool both Ætna's first I'l have
An Arbour coole as is the grave,
And with green shadie branches wove
As covert as Dodona's grove.
So that the Sun may not appear
At all in this close Hemisphere.
With Curran-bushes I'l hav't made
Vail'd o'r with Sycamores coole shade,
And mixt with Rasps and Cherrytrees,
Whose choice fruit may my pallat please.
I'th' midst of which next shal be spread
Upon a large and spacious stead,
A frost-upon-green tabbie Quilt
Water'd, as if't had there bin spilt,
Strew'd o'r with Roses where I may
Naked my lazie limbs display;
And underneath't a Christal stream
Of fresh Rose-water still'd from them
Through th'limbeck of my body, that
My smelling Sense may recreate.
A marble Fountain next I'l have
Close by in a large hollow cave
Springing with Nilus seav'nfold streams,
Til they all meet in one fair Thames:
Washing in whose pure waters we
Diana and her Nymphs may see:
With other lively Pictures, that
My Seeing sense may recreate.
Upon a large and spacious stead,
A frost-upon-green tabbie Quilt
Water'd, as if't had there bin spilt,
Strew'd o'r with Roses where I may
Naked my lazie limbs display;
And underneath't a Christal stream
Of fresh Rose-water still'd from them
Through th'limbeck of my body, that
My smelling Sense may recreate.
A marble Fountain next I'l have
Close by in a large hollow cave
Springing with Nilus seav'nfold streams,
Til they all meet in one fair Thames:
Washing in whose pure waters we
Diana and her Nymphs may see:
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My Seeing sense may recreate.
Next I wil have Arion play
Upon a Dolphins back, whose lay
Shal teach each bird to chirp and trie
How to excel his harmonie.
Orpheus his harp, Apollo's lyre
Shal with the Syrens fill the Quire.
With other sorts of Musick, that
My hearing Sense may recreate.
A Mirmaid next I'l have in stead
O th'Barber for to kemb my head:
All the four Winds too shal conspire
With gentle breize to coole my fire
Till I being fann'd with Ladies love,
Then their cold Sex shall colder prove.
Last, because nought cools better then
A Maid who warms and cooles agen.
I'l have a young plump amorous Queen,
Ripe though she be not yet fifteen.
'Twixt whose close arms and snowie breast
I may diffuse my heat, and rest:
Then bath my self in kisses, that
My Feeling Sense may recreate.
Thus when at once I all my Senses please,
Me thinks I feel my self in Paradise.
Upon a Dolphins back, whose lay
Shal teach each bird to chirp and trie
How to excel his harmonie.
Orpheus his harp, Apollo's lyre
Shal with the Syrens fill the Quire.
With other sorts of Musick, that
My hearing Sense may recreate.
A Mirmaid next I'l have in stead
O th'Barber for to kemb my head:
All the four Winds too shal conspire
With gentle breize to coole my fire
Till I being fann'd with Ladies love,
Then their cold Sex shall colder prove.
Last, because nought cools better then
A Maid who warms and cooles agen.
I'l have a young plump amorous Queen,
Ripe though she be not yet fifteen.
'Twixt whose close arms and snowie breast
I may diffuse my heat, and rest:
Then bath my self in kisses, that
My Feeling Sense may recreate.
Thus when at once I all my Senses please,
Me thinks I feel my self in Paradise.
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