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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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Good wishes to Amanda.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Good wishes to Amanda.

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May my Amanda live,
And live in health,
May no desease, no crosse,
No sudden losse,
Nor want of wealth,
No angry push, no pain nor smart,
Afflict or grieve,
Her tender melting heart.

2

May th' Heavens and the earth
Conspire her mirth,
By Io I conjure thee Jove,
May all that's good
Club her delight,
May Cupid give her all the sweets of love,
And kindly in the coolest night
Most chastely warm her blood.

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3

Ne'er may she wipe a teare,
From her bright eye,
Ne'er may she sigh or weare,
A mourning vale,
In black, look pale,
Till in her cheeks those fresher roses die,
And where they blush it so,
Nothing but gastly lilies grow.

4

Ne'er may she scowl or frown,
Or chafe or fret.
Ne'er may she meet a Clown,
That smells of sweat,
By him be kist
Ne'er may the bristles of a bumpkin's chin,
Or th' gripes o's callow fist,
Injure her softer sweeter skin.

5

Ne'er may my Dearest die,
A sudden death
Nor on her death-bed lie,
Gasping for breath,
Whilst all about
Her friends drop teares.
But like a brighter lamp i'th' end,
May she burn clear and spend,
Her store of oyle, and so go out.

6

Ne'er may her slender wrist,

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Be over-prest,
Nor rudely wrung too hard;
May her faire hand,
Be luckie still;
At what e're game she playes, may she command
The surest winning card,
And never may she want her will.

7

Amongst great Madams whatsoe're,
My faire appear,
Ne'er may she want an eye,
T' admire and gaze,
Nor tongue to praise
Her rare well-featur'd physnomie,
Still may she called be
The sweetest and the fairest she.

8

And if the greatest Jove
Shall blesse me so,
So as to make her mine,
And she shall know
No other love,
All the night long upon her slumbring eyne,
May Cupids lodge in swarmes,
Ne'er may she startle from mine armes.

9

But if I can't be thought
Worthy that love,
For which so long I've sought,
For which I've strove,

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So zealously,
When I am gone and lost, oh may she finde
A heart as kinde,
That knowes to love as well as I.