Classic Poem

COME MY Nicotiana ; weele renew
Our free delights, and Appetite pursue.
Wee fearles will enjoy those reall Joyes
Lovers would paint, in their fantasticke toyes;
And boldly Justifie, what wee have done,
Though thousand Curious Eyes, were looking on.
Come; with a hundred Blandishments weele trye
Strange Subtleties, in Loves great Misterie;
In varied formes, thy pliant Limbes shall cast
Their knots, at once, about my necke and wast;
Thy poudred Tresses, over mine shall spread
And strangelye mixt, make it but all one head;
Close as the power of Love can Joyne us, then
Wee will new Joyes invent; such as the Pen
Of wanton Poets pussle; my free hand
Noe bashfull blush, shall ever Countermand;
But in a Thousand formes, thy Tresses part
And slide along with uncontrolled Art
Thy daintie Bodie, not to fear a frowne
For soyling, of thy new white Sattin Gowne.
My willing Lips shall part, to catch thy Breath,
Sweet, as the Hony-deaw, which Hybla hath.
There will I hang; and all my veins inspire
With Ardent Wishes taken from thy fire;
Hard on my Lips, thy wanton tongue, shall press,
And by new Chimistrie, in Wantonnes,
Send the rich Quintessence, of all I seeke,
In Dalliance through that faire Alimbecke;
There will I sucke with Cunning Industrie
Thy Spirrits Extracted, by loves Alekimie.
When we are be-qualm'd, that long imbraces has
Made dull Desire, and wee shall only passe
Faint breathings, I will summon a fresh Store
Of Vigour, farre more Active then before;
And with neat Tittillations, new provoke
Decaied fire in thee, to the full Stocke;
Invent new postures; & outdoe the old
Fictions, to make em Storie; when with bold
Uncurbed flames, wee grapple; and not part,
But to renew our Action, and our Art.
Let fooles be modest; and the novice say
Hee did the Act, where noe Eye could betray;
Such pettie fears, our generous Thoughts despise;
Our pleasure is made rich, by many Eyes;
And with an Equall glorie, wee dare vye
In Artfull Sleights, to all the Standersby.
Such Confidence, is Manly; doth appeare
Worthy all Titles, wee can glorie here.
Thus, my Nicotiana, wee will move,
Careles who see; fearles who know our Love.