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To my Cousin (C.R.) marrying my Lady (A.)
Happy Youth, that shalt possesseSuch a spring-tyde of delight,
As the sated Appetite
Shall enjoying such excesse,
With the flood of pleasure lesle.
When the Hymene all Rite
Is perform'd, invoke the night,
That it may in shadowes dresse
Thy too reall happinesse;
Else (at Semele) the bright
Deitie in her full might,
May thy feeble soule oppresse.
Strong perfumes, and glaring light,
Oft destroy both smell, and sight.
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