The History of Polindor and Flostella With Other Poems. By I. H. [i.e. John Harington] The third Edition, Revised and much Enlarged |
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When sweetly'st she, with blushing smile displayd
Down-glance, The Gods indeed have Both convay'd
Strangely'st together thus (th' All-powerfull, Wise)
What ever else their joyn'd Divinities
Have fix'd, Ordain'd? 'Tis in your soveraign Pow'r
Dear gentlest Madam (cry'd Thersame) this hour
Next Voyce of Heav'n, to cloze up all for me
In blessedness. When, sweetly'st breathing she
Again, Since Heav'ns and You have manag'd it
Thus far (stupendious Work ineed) thought fit,
I yeild, resign me. Crown'd, exalted when,
Dear Madam, please but to confirm it then
(Sayd he) to th' Touch, with sweetest sealing Kiss:
Whose favour deign'd, he reap'd that single Bliss
Full ten times o're. When, richly'st blushing she,
You cannot blame (I hope) my Modestie.
Mean while (went on) Your selves since forc'd to those
Strange naked Pastures. On our humble Knees
Best Madam (cry'd Thersames) we should rather
Implore your pardon for't. As Beard-grown Father
To both (sayd then Forenz) Come, come despise
Such squeamish Toyes, poor simple Niceties
'Twixt Love-conjoyned brests; whom for a space
I now must leave intwin'd: sore words: Alas!
And will you leave me thus then? (strait reply'd
Dorisbe drooping, sad. Lo, there's (he cryd)
Your worthy'st Guardian, one that dares no wrong,
Will prize your Person; Fame (believe't) among
Things sacred: trust that noblest Character
I wrote of him. When strait petition'd her
Thersames too, for gracious Confidence
For why, that Night (howere) fain would Forenz
Be thought within; Key left ith' postern found;
From whence to's Chamber close and shaded ground:
Should early too, next morn, some physicall
Receits to th' young sick Cousin give withall.
By Seav'n he would not sayl t'attend her there,
When they'd provide for needful'st things to wear:
Priest last should be procur'd, for joyning fit.
Down-glance, The Gods indeed have Both convay'd
Strangely'st together thus (th' All-powerfull, Wise)
What ever else their joyn'd Divinities
Have fix'd, Ordain'd? 'Tis in your soveraign Pow'r
Dear gentlest Madam (cry'd Thersame) this hour
Next Voyce of Heav'n, to cloze up all for me
In blessedness. When, sweetly'st breathing she
Again, Since Heav'ns and You have manag'd it
Thus far (stupendious Work ineed) thought fit,
I yeild, resign me. Crown'd, exalted when,
Dear Madam, please but to confirm it then
(Sayd he) to th' Touch, with sweetest sealing Kiss:
Whose favour deign'd, he reap'd that single Bliss
Full ten times o're. When, richly'st blushing she,
You cannot blame (I hope) my Modestie.
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Strange naked Pastures. On our humble Knees
Best Madam (cry'd Thersames) we should rather
Implore your pardon for't. As Beard-grown Father
To both (sayd then Forenz) Come, come despise
Such squeamish Toyes, poor simple Niceties
'Twixt Love-conjoyned brests; whom for a space
I now must leave intwin'd: sore words: Alas!
And will you leave me thus then? (strait reply'd
Dorisbe drooping, sad. Lo, there's (he cryd)
Your worthy'st Guardian, one that dares no wrong,
Will prize your Person; Fame (believe't) among
Things sacred: trust that noblest Character
I wrote of him. When strait petition'd her
Thersames too, for gracious Confidence
For why, that Night (howere) fain would Forenz
Be thought within; Key left ith' postern found;
From whence to's Chamber close and shaded ground:
Should early too, next morn, some physicall
Receits to th' young sick Cousin give withall.
By Seav'n he would not sayl t'attend her there,
When they'd provide for needful'st things to wear:
Priest last should be procur'd, for joyning fit.
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