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Where is this wanton Harlot now become?
Is light so odious to her? or is home
So homely in her wandring eyes, that she
Must still be rambling, where vnknowne to me?
Can nothing be concluded, nothing done,
But intermedling Venus must be one?
Is't not enough that Phebus does applaud
Her lust, but must nights Goddesse be her baud?
Darkenesse, be gon, Thou patronesse to Lust;
If faire meanes may not rid thee, fouler must:
Away; my power shall outcharme thy charmes,
And find her, painting, in her louers armes,
Enter you Lamplets of terrestriall fire,
And let your golden heads (at least) conspire
To counterfeit a day, and on the night
Reuenge the wrongs of Phebus, with your light.
So said; The darkned Hall was garnisht round
With lighted Tapors: Euery obiect found
An eye to owne it, and each eye was fill'd
VVith pleasure, in the obiect it beheld.
Is light so odious to her? or is home
So homely in her wandring eyes, that she
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Can nothing be concluded, nothing done,
But intermedling Venus must be one?
Is't not enough that Phebus does applaud
Her lust, but must nights Goddesse be her baud?
Darkenesse, be gon, Thou patronesse to Lust;
If faire meanes may not rid thee, fouler must:
Away; my power shall outcharme thy charmes,
And find her, painting, in her louers armes,
Enter you Lamplets of terrestriall fire,
And let your golden heads (at least) conspire
To counterfeit a day, and on the night
Reuenge the wrongs of Phebus, with your light.
So said; The darkned Hall was garnisht round
With lighted Tapors: Euery obiect found
An eye to owne it, and each eye was fill'd
VVith pleasure, in the obiect it beheld.
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