Epithallamy
Epithallamy
Startled awake as if bespoak
Not by the Crowing Cock
But from the steeple
And Casements ope
I see the People
Guather and Flock
Together as some show were nigh
The Sorceress to Commonallety.
And soe't did prove
For the fierce God of warr
Whose day it was
Yeilding up Armes to Love
Like a poor Captiv'd Prince did pass
Not for a Planet but a Common starr
Whilst that the Waggish Boy in spight
Had stoln His Beams, to guive His Torch more light.
Soe't proves noe longer Training-day
But as the wanton pleas
To order and direct
The whol Militia
According to such Dialect
And Discipline, that These
He strictly doth command to be Obeyd
By every one that would not die a —
Now cause howers spin and wast
They are drawn out
In ranke and File
And in that posture to the Temple hast
To reconcile
And bring all questioning past doubt
That 'tis noe longer Marses spirit
Raignes heer, but Tounshends matcht with Tyrwhit.
Ther They joyne hands
Nor is't a wonder
Two Champions should doe soe
When Prowess evermore Commands
Like Curtesy to frend or foe
And harts thus Grasping are not put asunder
('Save at the Destenies request
In Clayming of their interest).
Then as by way of pledg
To fix the first seal on
And signe that holy vowe
The Bride-groom takes the Priviledg
Before um all to teach them howe
The Turtle whispers its Compagnion
Who with a melting kiss
Exchange and shew what Transmigration is.
Thus two soules leapt
Into each others brest
They sound Retreat
For each solemnety must needs be kept
And space alowd to raine a shower of wheat
To Emblem out Increase upon the rest
And that the Cake broak ore the Bride
Guive Leisure for a dining time beside.
Which done, the Revells next
Take place
And squadron out the Roome
In figures: yet without pretext
Of any Conjuration to come
But what might add unto each Party Grace
Yet shew that wher ther wants no fuell
One may seem in such kindnesses too Cruell.
For why alass
Poor soules I guess
They stand on Thornes
And think the hower glass
Envies or skornes
By standing stil, their happines
And that Bright Barneby is heer
Bequeathing His Long day to Janivere.
Yet ther's this comfort still,
That hath its night
And soe shall this,
When now the Art and Skill
Of Groom that was, and of his Misteress
Is for to come from drilling to closs fight
And ther engaged in each others Armes
Vanquish and put to flight all other Charmes.
But Envy yeildeth not
To this designe
But labours of protraction
Soe stil contrives this and that other plot
T'adjorne and put off satisfaction
With jonketings and possetts made of wine
Yet when the stocken's thrown we'r sure
These hindrances much longer not endure.
But with the Lamps retire
Whose modesty't appeers
To wink and stile it late
That soe the nobler fier
Noe longer may seem separate
But in Conjunctive Spheres
Entoomb each other and become one flame
As Rivers when they meet prove but the same.
Startled awake as if bespoak
Not by the Crowing Cock
But from the steeple
And Casements ope
I see the People
Guather and Flock
Together as some show were nigh
The Sorceress to Commonallety.
And soe't did prove
For the fierce God of warr
Whose day it was
Yeilding up Armes to Love
Like a poor Captiv'd Prince did pass
Not for a Planet but a Common starr
Whilst that the Waggish Boy in spight
Had stoln His Beams, to guive His Torch more light.
Soe't proves noe longer Training-day
But as the wanton pleas
To order and direct
The whol Militia
According to such Dialect
And Discipline, that These
He strictly doth command to be Obeyd
By every one that would not die a —
Now cause howers spin and wast
They are drawn out
In ranke and File
And in that posture to the Temple hast
To reconcile
And bring all questioning past doubt
That 'tis noe longer Marses spirit
Raignes heer, but Tounshends matcht with Tyrwhit.
Ther They joyne hands
Nor is't a wonder
Two Champions should doe soe
When Prowess evermore Commands
Like Curtesy to frend or foe
And harts thus Grasping are not put asunder
('Save at the Destenies request
In Clayming of their interest).
Then as by way of pledg
To fix the first seal on
And signe that holy vowe
The Bride-groom takes the Priviledg
Before um all to teach them howe
The Turtle whispers its Compagnion
Who with a melting kiss
Exchange and shew what Transmigration is.
Thus two soules leapt
Into each others brest
They sound Retreat
For each solemnety must needs be kept
And space alowd to raine a shower of wheat
To Emblem out Increase upon the rest
And that the Cake broak ore the Bride
Guive Leisure for a dining time beside.
Which done, the Revells next
Take place
And squadron out the Roome
In figures: yet without pretext
Of any Conjuration to come
But what might add unto each Party Grace
Yet shew that wher ther wants no fuell
One may seem in such kindnesses too Cruell.
For why alass
Poor soules I guess
They stand on Thornes
And think the hower glass
Envies or skornes
By standing stil, their happines
And that Bright Barneby is heer
Bequeathing His Long day to Janivere.
Yet ther's this comfort still,
That hath its night
And soe shall this,
When now the Art and Skill
Of Groom that was, and of his Misteress
Is for to come from drilling to closs fight
And ther engaged in each others Armes
Vanquish and put to flight all other Charmes.
But Envy yeildeth not
To this designe
But labours of protraction
Soe stil contrives this and that other plot
T'adjorne and put off satisfaction
With jonketings and possetts made of wine
Yet when the stocken's thrown we'r sure
These hindrances much longer not endure.
But with the Lamps retire
Whose modesty't appeers
To wink and stile it late
That soe the nobler fier
Noe longer may seem separate
But in Conjunctive Spheres
Entoomb each other and become one flame
As Rivers when they meet prove but the same.
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