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Pleasant dialogues and dramma's

selected out of Lucian, Erasmus, Textor, Ovid, &c. ... By Tho. Heywood

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To a vertuous Gentlewoman at the parting from her own Fathers house, to live with her husband at her Father-in-lawes.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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To a vertuous Gentlewoman at the parting from her own Fathers house, to live with her husband at her Father-in-lawes.

May it please you thinke I am the place which now
You ready are to part from, which whilst you
Were present, seem'd a paradise, and full
Of all delights, but now growne sad, and dull.
Me thinkes it stands, as by an Earthquake shaken,
When it perceives it is by you forsaken,
And though it selfe all mute and silent be,
Thinke that it's Genius doth speake thus in me.
Farewell sweet Lady; all the choise delights,
The comforts of the day, the joy of nights,
The friendly houres (the handmaides unto time.)
The seasons: Winter, August, Summer, prime;
By day, the cheerefull Sun; by night, the Moone,
Sleepe or awake, at midnight, or at noone,
Protect you: All things happen to you well,
To please your eye, your eare, touch, taste, and smell.
Where e're you walke, the ayre fresh breath bequeath you,
The earth on which you tread, prove smooth beneath you.
If stand, time stand still with you, or seeme slow;
If move, may Angels wheresoe're you goe
Attend you; or if sit; the chaire to ease you
Prove soft, as Iunoes throne. If ride, to please you
May your Caroch wheeles run as swift and faire,
As Venus Chariot mounted in the ayre.

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If lye to rest, then gently may yee sleepe;
Whom, He that made you sweet, as sweetly keepe.
Your dreames be such; that waking, you may say
Darknesse to me as pleasing was as day.
So sleepe, so wake, so walke, so ride, so rest,
With all contentments, treasur'd in your brest,
Till this sad house, which now you leave, to mourne,
May be made joyfull in your quick returne.