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A77752
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The enjoyment
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Buckingham, John Sheffield, Duke of, 1648-1720 or 21.
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1679
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Wing B5336B; ESTC R230166
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THE ENJOYMENT 1679. SInce now my Silvia is as kinde as fair Let wit and joy succeed my dull despair O what a night of pleasure was the last A full reward for all my troubles past And on my head if future mischief fall This happy night shall make amends for all Nay though my Silvia's Love should turn to hate I 'll think of this and dye contented with my fate Twelve was the lucky Minute when we met And on her Bed were close together set Though listning Spyes might be perhaps too near Love fill'd our hearts there was no Room for fear Now whilst I strive her melting heart to move With all the powerfull Eloquence of Love In her fair face I saw the Colour rise And an unusuall Softnesse in her Eyes Gently they look and I with Joy adore That only Charm they never had before The wounds they made her Tongue was us'd to heal But now these gentle Enemies reveal A Secret which that friend would still conceal My Eyes transported too with Amorous rage Seem fierce with expectation to engage But fast she holds my hands and close her thighs And what she longs to do with frowns denies A strange effect on foolish Women wrought Bred in disguises and by Custome taught Custome which Wisedome sometimes over-rules But serves instead of reason to the fools Custome which all the world to Slavery brings The dull excuse for doing silly things She by this Method of her foolish Sex Is forc'd a while me and herself to vex But now when thus we had been strugling long Her Limbs grow weak and her desires grow strong How can she hold to let the Hero in He storms without and Love betrays within Her hands at last to hide her blushes leave The Fort unguarded willing to receive My fierce assault made with a Lovers hast Like Lightning piercing and as quickly past Thus does fond Nature with her Children play Just shews us Joy then snatches it away 'T is not th' excess of pleasure makes it short The pain of Love's as raging as the sport And yet alas that lasts we sigh all night With grief but scarce one moment with delight Some little pain may check her kinde desire But not enough to make her once retire Maids wounds for pleasure bear as Men for praise Here Honour heals there Love the smart allays The World if Just would harmfull courage blame And this more innocent reward with fame Now she her well contented thoughts employs On her past fears and on her future Joys Whose Harbinger did roughly all remove To make fit room for great Luxurious Love Fond of the welcome guest her Arms embrace My body and her hands a better place Which with one touch so pleas'd and proud does grow It swells beyond the grasp that made it so Confinement Scorns in any straighter Walls Then those of Love where it contented falls Though twice o'rethrown he more enflam'd does rise And will to the last drop fight out loves prize She like some Amazon in story proves That overcomes the Hero whom she Loves In the close strife she takes so much delight She then can think of nothing but the fight With Joy she lays him panting at her feet But with more joy does his recovery meet Her trembling hands first gently raise his head She almost dyes for fear that he is dead Then binds his wounds up with a busy hand And with that balm enables him to stand Till by her eyes she Conquers him once more And wounds him deeper then she did before Though fallen from the Top of pleasures hill With longing Eyes we look up thither still Still thither Our unwearied wishes tend Till we that heighth of happiness ascend By gentle steps th' ascent it self exceeds All Joys but that alone to which it leads First then so long and lovingly we kiss As if like Doves we knew no dearer bliss Still in one Mouth our Tongues together play While groping hands are pleas'd no less then they Thus cling'd together now awhile we rest Breathing our Souls into each others breast Then give a general kiss of all our parts While this best way we make exchange of hearts Here would my praise as well as pleasure dwell Enjoyments self I scarcely like so well The little this comes short in Rage and strength Is largely recompenc'd with endless length This is a joy would last if we could stay But Loves too eager to admit delay And hurries us along so smooth away Now wanton with delight we nimbly move Our plyant Limbs in all the shapes of Love Our motions not like those of game some fools Whose active Bodies shew their heavy Souls But sports of Love in which a willing minde Makes us as able as our hearts are kinde At length all languishing and out of breath Panting as in the agonies of death We lye entranc'd till one provoking kiss Transports our ravish'd Souls to paradice O Heaven of Love thou moment of delight Wrong'd by my words my fancy does thee right Methinks I lye all melting in her Charms And fast lockt up within her Legs and Arms Bent are our mindes and all our thoughts on fire Just labouring in the pangs of fierce desire At once like Misers Wallowing in their store In full possession yet desiring more Thus with repeated pleasures while we wast Our happy hours that like short Minuts past To such a sum of bliss our Joys amount The number now becomes too great too count Silent as Night are all sincerest Joys Like deepest Waters running with least Noise But now at last for want of further force From deeds alas we fall into discourse A fall which each of us in vain bemoans A greater fall then that of Kings from Thrones The Tide of pleasure flowing now no more We lye like Fish left gasping on the shore And now as afier fighting wounds appear Which we in heat did neither feel nor fear She for her sake intreats me to give o're And yet for mine would gladly suffer more Her words are coy while all her motions Woo And when she asks me if it please me too I rage to shew how well but 't will not do Thus would hot Love run it self out of breath And wanting rest finde it too soon in death Did not wise Nature with a gentle force Restrain its rage and stop its headlong course Indulgently severe she well does spare This Childe of hers which most deserves her care These Verses amongst many others being ready to be Publish'd and not possibly to be stop'd in this Liberty of the Press a friend of the Authors thought it necessary to print them single by the Originall paper to prevent the errours which will be found in that which is coming out which is falsely transcrib'd from a surreptitious Copy To be Sold at the Judges Head in Chancery-Lane near Fleetstreet