Lucasta Epodes, Odes, Sonnets, Songs, &c. To which is added Aramantha, A Pastorall. By Richard Lovelace |
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Aramantha.
A PASTORALL.
Vp with the jolly Bird of Light
Who sounds his third Retreat to Night;
Faire Aramantha from her bed
Ashamed starts, and rises Red
As the Carnation mantled Morne,
Who now the blushing Robe doth spurne,
And puts on angry Gray, whilst she
The Envy of a Deity
Arayes her limbes, too rich indeed
To be inshrin'd in such a Weed;
Yet lovely 'twas and strait, but fit;
Not made for her, but she to it:
By Nature it sate close and free,
As the just bark unto the Tree:
Unlike Loves Martyrs of the Towne,
All day imprison'd in a Gown,
Who Rackt in Silke 'stead of a Dresse,
Are cloathed in a Frame or Presse,
And with that liberty and room,
The dead expatiate in a Tombe.
Who sounds his third Retreat to Night;
Faire Aramantha from her bed
Ashamed starts, and rises Red
As the Carnation mantled Morne,
Who now the blushing Robe doth spurne,
And puts on angry Gray, whilst she
The Envy of a Deity
Arayes her limbes, too rich indeed
To be inshrin'd in such a Weed;
Yet lovely 'twas and strait, but fit;
Not made for her, but she to it:
By Nature it sate close and free,
As the just bark unto the Tree:
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All day imprison'd in a Gown,
Who Rackt in Silke 'stead of a Dresse,
Are cloathed in a Frame or Presse,
And with that liberty and room,
The dead expatiate in a Tombe.
No Cabinets with curious Washes,
Bladders, and perfumed Plashes;
No venome-temper'd water's here,
Mercury is banished this Sphere:
Her Payle's all this in which wet Glasse,
She both doth cleanse and view her Face.
Bladders, and perfumed Plashes;
No venome-temper'd water's here,
Mercury is banished this Sphere:
Her Payle's all this in which wet Glasse,
She both doth cleanse and view her Face.
Far hence all Iberian smells,
Hot Amulets, Pomander spells,
Fragrant Gales, cool Ay'r, the fresh,
And naturall Odour of her Flesh,
Proclaim her sweet from th'Wombe as Morne.
Those colour'd things were made not borne,
Which fixt within their narrow straits,
Do loook like their own counterfeyts.
So like the Provance Rose she walkt,
Flowerd with Blush, with Verdure stalkt;
Th'Officious Wind her loose Hayre Curles,
The Dewe her happy linnen purles,
But wets a Tresse, which instantly
Sol with a Crisping Beame doth dry.
Hot Amulets, Pomander spells,
Fragrant Gales, cool Ay'r, the fresh,
And naturall Odour of her Flesh,
Proclaim her sweet from th'Wombe as Morne.
Those colour'd things were made not borne,
Which fixt within their narrow straits,
Do loook like their own counterfeyts.
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Flowerd with Blush, with Verdure stalkt;
Th'Officious Wind her loose Hayre Curles,
The Dewe her happy linnen purles,
But wets a Tresse, which instantly
Sol with a Crisping Beame doth dry.
Into the Garden is she come,
Love and Delights Elisium;
If ever Earth show'd all her store,
View her discolourd budding Floore;
Here her glad Eye she largely feedes,
And stands 'mongst them, as they 'mong weeds,
The flowers in their best aray,
As to their Queen their Tribute pay,
And freely to her Lap proscribe
A Daughter out of ev'ry Tribe:
Thus as she moves, they all bequeath
At once the Incense of their Breath.
Love and Delights Elisium;
If ever Earth show'd all her store,
View her discolourd budding Floore;
Here her glad Eye she largely feedes,
And stands 'mongst them, as they 'mong weeds,
The flowers in their best aray,
As to their Queen their Tribute pay,
And freely to her Lap proscribe
A Daughter out of ev'ry Tribe:
Thus as she moves, they all bequeath
At once the Incense of their Breath.
The noble Heliotropian
Now turnes to her, and knowes no Sun.
Now turnes to her, and knowes no Sun.
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And her glorious face doth vary,
So opens loayall golden Mary;
Who if but glanced from her sight.
Straight shuts again as it were Night.
So opens loayall golden Mary;
Who if but glanced from her sight.
Straight shuts again as it were Night.
The Violet (else lost ith' heap)
Doth spread fresh purple for each step;
With whose Humility possest,
Sh' inthrones the poore Girle in her breast:
The July-flow'r that hereto thriv'd,
Knowing her self no longer liv'd,
But for one look of her, upheaves,
Then 'stead of teares straight sheds her leaves.
Doth spread fresh purple for each step;
With whose Humility possest,
Sh' inthrones the poore Girle in her breast:
The July-flow'r that hereto thriv'd,
Knowing her self no longer liv'd,
But for one look of her, upheaves,
Then 'stead of teares straight sheds her leaves.
Now the rich robed Tulip, who
Clad all in Tissue close doth woe,
Her (sweet to th'eye but smelling sower)
She gathers to adorn her Bower.
Clad all in Tissue close doth woe,
Her (sweet to th'eye but smelling sower)
She gathers to adorn her Bower.
But the proud Hony-suckle spreads
Like a Pavilion her Heads,
Contemnes the wanting Commonalty,
That but to two ends usefull be,
And to her lips thus aptly plac't,
With smell and Hue presents her Tast,
Like a Pavilion her Heads,
Contemnes the wanting Commonalty,
That but to two ends usefull be,
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With smell and Hue presents her Tast,
So all their due Obedience pay,
Each thronging to be in her Way:
Faire Aramantha with her Eye
Thanks those that live, which else would dye:
The rest in silken fetters bound,
By Crowning her are Crown and Crown'd.
Each thronging to be in her Way:
Faire Aramantha with her Eye
Thanks those that live, which else would dye:
The rest in silken fetters bound,
By Crowning her are Crown and Crown'd.
And now the Sun doth higher rise,
Our Flora to the meadow hies:
The poore distressed Heifers low,
And as sh' approacheth gently bow,
Begging her charitable leasure
To stop them of their milkie Treasure.
Our Flora to the meadow hies:
The poore distressed Heifers low,
And as sh' approacheth gently bow,
Begging her charitable leasure
To stop them of their milkie Treasure.
Out of the Yeomanry oth' Heard,
With grave aspect, and feet prepar'd,
A rev'rend Lady Cow drawes neare,
Bids Aramantha welcome here;
And from her privy purse lets fall
A Pearle or two, which seeme to call
This adorn'd adored Fayry
To the banquet of her Dayry.
With grave aspect, and feet prepar'd,
A rev'rend Lady Cow drawes neare,
Bids Aramantha welcome here;
And from her privy purse lets fall
A Pearle or two, which seeme to call
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To the banquet of her Dayry.
Soft Aramantha weeps to see
'Mongst men such inhumanitie,
That those who do receive in Hay,
And pay in silver twice a Day,
Should by their cruell barb'rous theft,
Be both of that, and life bereft.
'Mongst men such inhumanitie,
That those who do receive in Hay,
And pay in silver twice a Day,
Should by their cruell barb'rous theft,
Be both of that, and life bereft.
But 'tis decreed when ere this dies,
That she shall fall a Sacrifice
Unto the Gods, since those that trace
Her stemme, show 'tis a God-like race;
Descending in an even line
From Heifers, and from Steeres divine,
Making the honour'd extract full
In Iö and Europa's Bull.
She was the largest goodliest Beast,
That ever Mead or Altar blest;
Round as her Udder, and more white
Then is the milkie way in Night:
Her full broad Eye did sparkle fire,
Her breath was sweet as kind desire,
And in her beauteous crescent shone,
Bright as the Argent-horned Moone.
That she shall fall a Sacrifice
Unto the Gods, since those that trace
Her stemme, show 'tis a God-like race;
Descending in an even line
From Heifers, and from Steeres divine,
Making the honour'd extract full
In Iö and Europa's Bull.
She was the largest goodliest Beast,
That ever Mead or Altar blest;
Round as her Udder, and more white
Then is the milkie way in Night:
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Her breath was sweet as kind desire,
And in her beauteous crescent shone,
Bright as the Argent-horned Moone.
But see! this whitenesse is obscure,
Cynthia spotted, she impure;
Her body writheld, and her eyes
Departing lights at obsequies:
Her lowing hot, to the fresh Gale,
Her breath perfumes the field withall;
To those two Suns that ever shine,
To those plump parts she doth inshrine,
To th'hovering Snow of either hand,
That Love and Cruelty command.
Cynthia spotted, she impure;
Her body writheld, and her eyes
Departing lights at obsequies:
Her lowing hot, to the fresh Gale,
Her breath perfumes the field withall;
To those two Suns that ever shine,
To those plump parts she doth inshrine,
To th'hovering Snow of either hand,
That Love and Cruelty command.
After the breakfast on her Teat,
She takes her leave oth' mournfull Neat,
Who by her toucht now prize their life,
Worthy alone the hollowed knife.
She takes her leave oth' mournfull Neat,
Who by her toucht now prize their life,
Worthy alone the hollowed knife.
Into the neighbring Wood she's gone,
Whose roofe defies the tell-tale Sunne,
And locks out ev'ry prying beame;
Close by the Lips of a cleare streame
She sits and entertaines her Eye
With the moist Chrystall, and the frye
With burnisht-silver mal'd, whose Oares
Amazed still make to the shoares;
What need she other bait or charm
But look or Angle, but her arm?
The happy Captive gladly ta'n,
Sues ever to be slave in vaine,
Who instantly (confirm'd in's feares)
Hasts to his Element of teares.
Whose roofe defies the tell-tale Sunne,
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Close by the Lips of a cleare streame
She sits and entertaines her Eye
With the moist Chrystall, and the frye
With burnisht-silver mal'd, whose Oares
Amazed still make to the shoares;
What need she other bait or charm
But look or Angle, but her arm?
The happy Captive gladly ta'n,
Sues ever to be slave in vaine,
Who instantly (confirm'd in's feares)
Hasts to his Element of teares.
From hence her various windings roave
To a well orderd stately grove;
This is the Pallace of the Wood,
And Court oth' Royall Oake, where stood
The whole Nobility, the Pine,
Strait Ash, tall Firre, and wanton Vine;
The proper Cedar, and the rest;
Here she her deeper senses blest.
Admires great Nature in this Pile
Floor'd with greene-velvet Camomile,
Garnisht with Gems of unset fruit,
Supply'd still with a self recruit;
Her bosom wrought with pretty Eyes
Of never-planted Strawberries;
Where th'winged Musick of the ayre
Do richly feast and for their fare
Each Evening in a silent shade,
Bestow a gratefull Serenade.
To a well orderd stately grove;
This is the Pallace of the Wood,
And Court oth' Royall Oake, where stood
The whole Nobility, the Pine,
Strait Ash, tall Firre, and wanton Vine;
The proper Cedar, and the rest;
Here she her deeper senses blest.
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Floor'd with greene-velvet Camomile,
Garnisht with Gems of unset fruit,
Supply'd still with a self recruit;
Her bosom wrought with pretty Eyes
Of never-planted Strawberries;
Where th'winged Musick of the ayre
Do richly feast and for their fare
Each Evening in a silent shade,
Bestow a gratefull Serenade.
Thus ev'n tyerd with delight,
Sated in Soul and Appetite;
Full of the purple plumme and Peare,
The golden Apple with the faire
Grape, that mirth fain would have taught her,
And nuts which cracking squirrells brought her;
The softly layes her weary limbs,
Whilst gentle slumber now beginnes
To draw the Curtaines of her Eye;
When straight awakend with a Crie
And bitter groan, again reposes,
Again a deep sigh interposes.
And now she heares a trembling Voyce;
Ah can there ought on earth rejoyce!
Why weares she this gay Livery
Not black as her dark entrails be?
Can trees be green, and to the Ay'r
Thus prostitute their flowing Hayr?
Why do they sprout, not witherd dy?
Must each thing live save wretched I?
Can dayes triumph in blew and red,
When both their light, and life is fled?
Fly Joy on wings of Popinjayes
To Courts of fools, there as your playes
Dye, laught at and forgot; whilst all
That's good, mourns at this Funerall.
Weep all ye Graces, and you sweet
Quire, that at the Hill inspir'd meet:
Love put thy tapers out that we
And th'World may seem as blind as thee:
And be, since she is lost (ah wound!)
Not Heav'n it self by any found.
Sated in Soul and Appetite;
Full of the purple plumme and Peare,
The golden Apple with the faire
Grape, that mirth fain would have taught her,
And nuts which cracking squirrells brought her;
The softly layes her weary limbs,
Whilst gentle slumber now beginnes
To draw the Curtaines of her Eye;
When straight awakend with a Crie
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Again a deep sigh interposes.
And now she heares a trembling Voyce;
Ah can there ought on earth rejoyce!
Why weares she this gay Livery
Not black as her dark entrails be?
Can trees be green, and to the Ay'r
Thus prostitute their flowing Hayr?
Why do they sprout, not witherd dy?
Must each thing live save wretched I?
Can dayes triumph in blew and red,
When both their light, and life is fled?
Fly Joy on wings of Popinjayes
To Courts of fools, there as your playes
Dye, laught at and forgot; whilst all
That's good, mourns at this Funerall.
Weep all ye Graces, and you sweet
Quire, that at the Hill inspir'd meet:
Love put thy tapers out that we
And th'World may seem as blind as thee:
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Not Heav'n it self by any found.
Now as a Prisoner new cast,
Who sleeps in chaines that night his last,
Next morn is wak't with a repreeve,
And from his trance not dream bid Live;
Wonders (his sence not having scope)
Who speaks, his friend, or his false Hope.
Who sleeps in chaines that night his last,
Next morn is wak't with a repreeve,
And from his trance not dream bid Live;
Wonders (his sence not having scope)
Who speaks, his friend, or his false Hope.
So Aramantha heard, but feare
Dares not yet trust her tempting Eare:
And as againe her armes oth' ground
Spread pillows for her Head, a sound
More dismall makes a swift divorce,
And starts her thus—Rage, Rapine, Force!
Ye blew-flam'd daughters oth' Abysse,
Bring all your Snakes, here let them hisse;
Let not a leaf its freshnesse keep;
Blast all their roots, and as you creepe
And leave behind your deadly slime,
Poyson the budding branch in's prime:
Wast the proud Bowers of this Grove,
That Fiends may dwell in it, and move
As in their proper Hell, whilst she
Above, laments this Tragedy;
Yet pities not our Fate; Oh faire
Vow-breaker, now betroth'd to th'Ay'r;
Why by those Lawes did we not die,
As live but one, Lucasta! why—
As he Lucasta, nam'd a groan
Strangles the fainting passing tone;
But as she heard Lucasta, smiles
Posses her round, she's slipt mean whiles
Behind the blind of a thick Bush,
When each word tempting with a blush,
She gently thus bespake: Sad swaine,
If mates in woe do ease our pain,
Here's one full of that antick grief,
Which stifled would for ever live,
But told expires; pray then reveale
(To show our wound is half to heale)
What Mortall Nymph or Deity
Bewail you thus? Who ere you be
The Shepheard sight, my woes I crave
Smotherd in me, I in my Grave;
Yet be in show or truth a Saint,
Or fiend breath Anthemes, heare my plaint
For her and my breaths symphony,
Which now makes full the Harmony
Above, and to whose voice the Spheres
Listen, and call her Musick theirs;
This was I blest on earth with, so
As Druids amorous did grow
Jealous of bth, for as one day
This Star as yet but set in clay
By an imbracing River lay,
They steept her in the hollowed brooke
Which from her humane nature tooke,
And straight to heaven with winged feare,
Thus ravisht with her, ravish her.
Dares not yet trust her tempting Eare:
And as againe her armes oth' ground
Spread pillows for her Head, a sound
More dismall makes a swift divorce,
And starts her thus—Rage, Rapine, Force!
Ye blew-flam'd daughters oth' Abysse,
Bring all your Snakes, here let them hisse;
Let not a leaf its freshnesse keep;
Blast all their roots, and as you creepe
And leave behind your deadly slime,
Poyson the budding branch in's prime:
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That Fiends may dwell in it, and move
As in their proper Hell, whilst she
Above, laments this Tragedy;
Yet pities not our Fate; Oh faire
Vow-breaker, now betroth'd to th'Ay'r;
Why by those Lawes did we not die,
As live but one, Lucasta! why—
As he Lucasta, nam'd a groan
Strangles the fainting passing tone;
But as she heard Lucasta, smiles
Posses her round, she's slipt mean whiles
Behind the blind of a thick Bush,
When each word tempting with a blush,
She gently thus bespake: Sad swaine,
If mates in woe do ease our pain,
Here's one full of that antick grief,
Which stifled would for ever live,
But told expires; pray then reveale
(To show our wound is half to heale)
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Bewail you thus? Who ere you be
The Shepheard sight, my woes I crave
Smotherd in me, I in my Grave;
Yet be in show or truth a Saint,
Or fiend breath Anthemes, heare my plaint
For her and my breaths symphony,
Which now makes full the Harmony
Above, and to whose voice the Spheres
Listen, and call her Musick theirs;
This was I blest on earth with, so
As Druids amorous did grow
Jealous of bth, for as one day
This Star as yet but set in clay
By an imbracing River lay,
They steept her in the hollowed brooke
Which from her humane nature tooke,
And straight to heaven with winged feare,
Thus ravisht with her, ravish her.
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The Nymph reply'd, this holy rape
Became the Gods, whose obscure shape
They cloth'd with light, whilst ill you grieve
Your better life should ever live,
And weep that she to whom you wish
What Heav'n could give, ha's all its blisse;
Calling her Angell here, yet be
Sad at this true Divinity:
She's for the Altar not the skies,
Whom first you crowne, then sacrifice.
Became the Gods, whose obscure shape
They cloth'd with light, whilst ill you grieve
Your better life should ever live,
And weep that she to whom you wish
What Heav'n could give, ha's all its blisse;
Calling her Angell here, yet be
Sad at this true Divinity:
She's for the Altar not the skies,
Whom first you crowne, then sacrifice.
Fond man thus to a precipice
Aspires, till at the top his eyes
Have lost the safety of the plain,
Then begs of Fate the vales againe.
Aspires, till at the top his eyes
Have lost the safety of the plain,
Then begs of Fate the vales againe.
The now confounded Shepheard cries
Ye all confounding Destinies!
How did you make that voice so sweet
Without that glorious form to it?
Thou sacred spirit of my Deare
Where e're thou hoverst o're us hear!
Imbark thee in the Lawrell tree,
And a new Phebus follows thee,
Who 'stead of all his burning rayes
Will strive to catch thee with his layes;
Or if within the Orient Vine,
Thou art both Deity and Wine;
But if thou takest the mirtle grove
That Paphos is, thou Queene of Love
And I thy swaine who (else) must die
By no Beasts, but thy cruelty:
But you are rougher then the Winde;
Are Souls on Earth then Heav'n more kind?
Imprisoned in Mortality,
Lucasta would have answered me.
Lucasta, Aramantha said!
Is she that Virgin-star a Maid
Except her prouder Livery,
In beauty poore, and cheap as I?
Whose glory like a Meteor shone,
Or aëry Apparition
Admir'd a while but slighted known.
Ye all confounding Destinies!
How did you make that voice so sweet
Without that glorious form to it?
Thou sacred spirit of my Deare
Where e're thou hoverst o're us hear!
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And a new Phebus follows thee,
Who 'stead of all his burning rayes
Will strive to catch thee with his layes;
Or if within the Orient Vine,
Thou art both Deity and Wine;
But if thou takest the mirtle grove
That Paphos is, thou Queene of Love
And I thy swaine who (else) must die
By no Beasts, but thy cruelty:
But you are rougher then the Winde;
Are Souls on Earth then Heav'n more kind?
Imprisoned in Mortality,
Lucasta would have answered me.
Lucasta, Aramantha said!
Is she that Virgin-star a Maid
Except her prouder Livery,
In beauty poore, and cheap as I?
Whose glory like a Meteor shone,
Or aëry Apparition
Admir'd a while but slighted known.
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Fierce, as the chafed Lyon hies,
He rowses him, and to her flies,
Thinking to answer with his Speare—
He rowses him, and to her flies,
Thinking to answer with his Speare—
Now as in warre intestine, where
Ith' mist of a black Battell, each
Layes at his next, then makes a breach
Through th'entrayles of another whom
He sees nor knows when he did come
Guided alone by th'Rage and th'Drumme
But stripping and impatient wild,
He sends too soon his onely child.
Ith' mist of a black Battell, each
Layes at his next, then makes a breach
Through th'entrayles of another whom
He sees nor knows when he did come
Guided alone by th'Rage and th'Drumme
But stripping and impatient wild,
He sends too soon his onely child.
So our exposing desp'rate Lover
Far'd, when amaz'd he did discover
Lucasta in this Nymph, his sinne
Darts the accursed Javelin
'Gainst his own breast, which she puts by
With a soft Lip and gentle Eye,
Then closes with him on the ground
And now her smiles have heal'd his wound
Alexis too again is found:
But not untill those heavy Crimes
She hath kis'd off a thousand times,
Who not contented with this pain
Doth threaten to offend again.
Far'd, when amaz'd he did discover
Lucasta in this Nymph, his sinne
Darts the accursed Javelin
'Gainst his own breast, which she puts by
With a soft Lip and gentle Eye,
Then closes with him on the ground
And now her smiles have heal'd his wound
Alexis too again is found:
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She hath kis'd off a thousand times,
Who not contented with this pain
Doth threaten to offend again.
And now they gaze, and sigh, and weep,
Whilst each cheek doth the others steep,
Whilst tongues as exorcis'd are calm;
Onely the Rhet'rick of the Palm
Prevailing pleads, untill at last
They chain'd in one another fast:
Lucasta to him doth relate
Her various chance and diffring Fate:
How chac'd by Hydraphil, and tract
The num'rous foe to Philanact,
Who whilst they for the same things fight,
As Bards Decrees, and Druids rite,
For safeguard of their proper joyes,
And Shepheards freedome, each destroyes
The glory of this Sicilie;
Since seeking thus the remedie,
They fancy (building on false ground)
The means must them and it confound,
Yet are resolv'd to stand or fall,
And win a little or lose all.
Whilst each cheek doth the others steep,
Whilst tongues as exorcis'd are calm;
Onely the Rhet'rick of the Palm
Prevailing pleads, untill at last
They chain'd in one another fast:
Lucasta to him doth relate
Her various chance and diffring Fate:
How chac'd by Hydraphil, and tract
The num'rous foe to Philanact,
Who whilst they for the same things fight,
As Bards Decrees, and Druids rite,
For safeguard of their proper joyes,
And Shepheards freedome, each destroyes
The glory of this Sicilie;
Since seeking thus the remedie,
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The means must them and it confound,
Yet are resolv'd to stand or fall,
And win a little or lose all.
From this sad storm of fire and blood
She fled to this yet living Wood;
Where she 'mongst savage beasts doth find
Her self more safe then humane kind.
She fled to this yet living Wood;
Where she 'mongst savage beasts doth find
Her self more safe then humane kind.
Then She relates how Cælia
The Lady here strippes her array,
And girdles her in home spunne bayes,
Then makes her conversant in Layes
Of birds, and swaines more innocent
That kenne not guile or courtshipment.
The Lady here strippes her array,
And girdles her in home spunne bayes,
Then makes her conversant in Layes
Of birds, and swaines more innocent
That kenne not guile or courtshipment.
Now walks she to her bow'r to dine
Under a shade of Eglantine,
Upon a dish of Natures cheere
Which both grew drest, and serv'd up there:
That done, she feasts her smell with Po'ses
Pluckt from the Damask cloath of Roses.
Which there continually doth stay,
And onely frost can take away;
Then wagers which hath most content
Her eye, eare, hand, her gust or sent.
Under a shade of Eglantine,
Upon a dish of Natures cheere
Which both grew drest, and serv'd up there:
That done, she feasts her smell with Po'ses
Pluckt from the Damask cloath of Roses.
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And onely frost can take away;
Then wagers which hath most content
Her eye, eare, hand, her gust or sent.
Intranc't Alexis sees and heares,
As walking above all the spheres:
Knows and adores this, and is wilde
Untill with her he live thus milde.
So that which to his thoughts he meant
For losse of her a punishment,
His armes hung up and his Sword broke,
His Ensignes folded, he betook
Himself unto the humble Crook:
And for a full reward of all,
She now doth him her shepheard call,
And in a See of flow'rs install:
Then gives her faith immediately,
Which he returnes religiously;
Both vowing in her peacefull Cave
To make their Bridall-bed and grave.
As walking above all the spheres:
Knows and adores this, and is wilde
Untill with her he live thus milde.
So that which to his thoughts he meant
For losse of her a punishment,
His armes hung up and his Sword broke,
His Ensignes folded, he betook
Himself unto the humble Crook:
And for a full reward of all,
She now doth him her shepheard call,
And in a See of flow'rs install:
Then gives her faith immediately,
Which he returnes religiously;
Both vowing in her peacefull Cave
To make their Bridall-bed and grave.
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But the true joy this pair conceiv'd
Each from the other first bereav'd;
And then found after such alarmes
Fast pinion'd in each others armes:
Ye panting Virgins that do meet
Your Loves within their winding-sheet,
Breathing and constant still ev'n there;
Or souls their bodies in yon' sphere,
Or Angels men return'd from Hell,
And separated mindes can tell.
Each from the other first bereav'd;
And then found after such alarmes
Fast pinion'd in each others armes:
Ye panting Virgins that do meet
Your Loves within their winding-sheet,
Breathing and constant still ev'n there;
Or souls their bodies in yon' sphere,
Or Angels men return'd from Hell,
And separated mindes can tell.
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