Amanda A Sacrifice To an Unknown Goddesse, or, A Free-Will Offering Of a loving Heart to a Sweet-Heart. By N. H. [i.e. Nicholas Hookes] |
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To Amanda lying in bed.
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To Amanda lying in bed.
In bed, my Dearest? thus my eye perceives
A primrose lodg'd betwixt its rugged leaves;
Lain down, Amanda? thus have I often seen
A lily cast upon a bed of green;
So the sweet Alablaster Babie lies
Cradled in fresher mosse; thy sparkling eyes
Dart forth such active beams, the god of sleep
Dare not come in his nightly court to keep,
He dares not lull thee, whil'st so bright they shine.
All Argus eyes watch in each eye of thine:
But when the humour takes you, that you please
To draw your eye-lids close, and take your ease;
He hovers o're the tester of your bed,
And gently on them will his poppies shed:
A primrose lodg'd betwixt its rugged leaves;
Lain down, Amanda? thus have I often seen
A lily cast upon a bed of green;
So the sweet Alablaster Babie lies
Cradled in fresher mosse; thy sparkling eyes
Dart forth such active beams, the god of sleep
Dare not come in his nightly court to keep,
He dares not lull thee, whil'st so bright they shine.
All Argus eyes watch in each eye of thine:
But when the humour takes you, that you please
To draw your eye-lids close, and take your ease;
He hovers o're the tester of your bed,
And gently on them will his poppies shed:
Then, my Amanda, (with his leaden crown
And scepter queen'd) let those faire vallins down,
Those fine white sattin vallins o're thy eye,
With their silk linings of a scarlet die.
Let that soft hand into the bed repaire,
Safe from the moisture of the dampish aire,
Yet let me taste it first; so keep thee warm,
Lie close, would I might lay thee in mine arme.
Good night, my Dear, ne'er say good night to me,
Till I all night, Amanda sleep with thee.
And scepter queen'd) let those faire vallins down,
Those fine white sattin vallins o're thy eye,
With their silk linings of a scarlet die.
Let that soft hand into the bed repaire,
Safe from the moisture of the dampish aire,
Yet let me taste it first; so keep thee warm,
Lie close, would I might lay thee in mine arme.
Good night, my Dear, ne'er say good night to me,
Till I all night, Amanda sleep with thee.
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