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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All this while sate Pledora as Star, on high,
Cloath'd with such beauteous rayes, divinity,
As though their Goddess Vestas self (less nice)
Were then come down to grace their Sacrifice
(As truly Virgin too that gaudy day)
Behind whom, closely skulk'd, Althusa lay.
There might she view one well-known Shepheardess,
And there Another 'midst the gazing press;
Marpesa (last) who late for him had Pin'd:
Whom shew'd to th' dear Pledora, jog'd behind:
Triumphant grown, since thus view'd all to th' full,
From her Moon-world, Self though invisible.
We must not (Reader) here neglect, ore-run
What good while past (more memorable) done
By th' Duke Arplastus prov'd, the fayr Flostel
When grown a Wanderer, short mild Farwell
Sent him in writing, as we sayd; whose lines
His Lordship view'd not without troublous signes,
Sad, Grief-ressenting thoughts, though secret Qualm
Which thus he turn'd more lightly off, ore-came:
Since, She withdrawn, no dangerous Clashings thence,
Shun'd jars with th' onely Minion of his sence
Belov'd Comandra, or his own Lust-vice;
Dear above all: though more severely Wise,
The Duke unriddled ith' worse sence her going,
As but foul Grudge 'gainst meer Comandra showing
Of whom still Fond as ere: nor (heightned Fate!)
Wanted that Whoor spight, art, to aggravate.
Well knowing the dismall cause (black, guilty Soul!)
Since, spent some little while, up closely stole
Those backward-stayrs, there listening for some Groan;
Fine Gasping Sigh; which horrid Musick done
(As she conceiv'd) she hop'd to bless her Eyes
With fayrest, dainty'st Coorse beneath the Skies:
She hoped, look'd, till starting wildly round,
Dead little Dog found Proxy on the ground:
Though soon pour'd forth that Poys'nous, Stygian broath
To Pluto Sacrifice, discreetly loth
Her devillish Stratagem should thence be known;
Chaf'd, beat her Brest, though wondrous joy'd she's gone.
Strong thoughts, th' Officious friendly Fates would do't
(Ere long) through Hunger, deep dispair to boot.
Cloath'd with such beauteous rayes, divinity,
As though their Goddess Vestas self (less nice)
Were then come down to grace their Sacrifice
(As truly Virgin too that gaudy day)
Behind whom, closely skulk'd, Althusa lay.
There might she view one well-known Shepheardess,
And there Another 'midst the gazing press;
Marpesa (last) who late for him had Pin'd:
Whom shew'd to th' dear Pledora, jog'd behind:
Triumphant grown, since thus view'd all to th' full,
From her Moon-world, Self though invisible.
We must not (Reader) here neglect, ore-run
What good while past (more memorable) done
By th' Duke Arplastus prov'd, the fayr Flostel
When grown a Wanderer, short mild Farwell
Sent him in writing, as we sayd; whose lines
His Lordship view'd not without troublous signes,
Sad, Grief-ressenting thoughts, though secret Qualm
Which thus he turn'd more lightly off, ore-came:
Since, She withdrawn, no dangerous Clashings thence,
Shun'd jars with th' onely Minion of his sence
Belov'd Comandra, or his own Lust-vice;
Dear above all: though more severely Wise,
The Duke unriddled ith' worse sence her going,
As but foul Grudge 'gainst meer Comandra showing
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Wanted that Whoor spight, art, to aggravate.
Well knowing the dismall cause (black, guilty Soul!)
Since, spent some little while, up closely stole
Those backward-stayrs, there listening for some Groan;
Fine Gasping Sigh; which horrid Musick done
(As she conceiv'd) she hop'd to bless her Eyes
With fayrest, dainty'st Coorse beneath the Skies:
She hoped, look'd, till starting wildly round,
Dead little Dog found Proxy on the ground:
Though soon pour'd forth that Poys'nous, Stygian broath
To Pluto Sacrifice, discreetly loth
Her devillish Stratagem should thence be known;
Chaf'd, beat her Brest, though wondrous joy'd she's gone.
Strong thoughts, th' Officious friendly Fates would do't
(Ere long) through Hunger, deep dispair to boot.
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