Classic Poem

Amids such Heate of Businesse, such State-throng
Disputing Right and Wrong,
And the sowre Iustle of Unclos'd Affayres;
What meane those Glorious Payres?
That Youth? That Virgin? Those All Dresst?
The Whole, and every Face, a Feast?
Great Omen! O ye Powr's,
May this Your Knot be Ours!
Thus while Cold things with Hott did jarre,
And Dry with Moyst made Mutuall Warre,
Love from that Masse did leap;
And what was but an Heap
Rude and Ungatherd, swift as thought, was hurld
Into the Beauty of an Ordred World.

Goe then into His Arms, New as the Morne,
Tender as Blades of Corne,
Soft as the Wooll, that Nuptiall Posts did crowne,
Or th'Hallowd Quinces Downe,
That Rituall Quince, which Brides did eate,
When with their Bridegrooms they would treate.
Though You are Young as th'Howres,
Or This fresh Month's first Flowres:
Yet, if Love's Preists can ought discerne,
Fayrest, You are not now to learne,
What Hopes, what Sighs, what Teares.
What Ioyes are, or what Feares.
Ere Time to Lower Soules doth Motion bring,
The Great break out, and of Themselves take wing.

And You. Great Sir, 'monst Speares and Bucklers borne,
And by Your Father sworne
To worke the Webbe of His Designes compleate:
Yield to this Milder Heate.
Upon the same Rich Stock, we know,
Valour, and Love. Both Planted grow:
But Love doth first inspire
The Soule with his soft Fire,
Chafing the Brest for Noble Deeds;
Then in That Seat True Valour breeds.
So Rocks first yield a Teare,
Then Gemms that will not weare.
So, oft, the Graecian's Sword did first divide
His Bridall Cake, then pierce the Enemies Side.

D'You see? or am I false? Your Tender Vine,
Me thinks, on every twine
Tiaras, Scepters, Crownes, Spoyles, Trophies weares,
And such Rich Burthens beares,
Which, hanging in their Beauteous shapes,
Adorne her Bowghs like swelling Grapes:
But Time forbids the Rites
Of gathering these Delights,
And onely Sighs allows, till he
Hath better knitt, and spred Your Tree.
Where Union would last Long,
Shee fixeth in the Young,
And so grows up. Great Spirits with more Love
Differre their Ioyes, then Others doe them Prove.

But when Her Zone shall come to be unty'd,
And She be Twice Your Bride;
When Shee shall Blush, and straight waxe Pale, and then
By Turns doe Both agen;
When Her owne Bashfullnesse shall prove
The Second Nonage to Her Love;
Then you will know what Blisse
Angells both Have, and Misse;
How Soules may mixe, and take fresh growth,
In Neither Whole, and Whole in Both;
Pleasures, that none can know,
But such as have stayd so.
Wee from Long Loves at last to Hymen tend:
But Princes Fires beginne, where Subjects end.