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B00624 Gamēlia on the happy marriage of the most accomplished paire, H.R. Esq. and the vertuous A.B. Rogers, Hugh, Esq.; Baynton, Anne. 1640 (1640) STC 21179; ESTC S123263 14,354 51

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Seest thou how the Sun drives on As if 〈◊〉 ●…nt to daunce anon Or rather Posted o're his Light That he might make the longer Night See'st thou how the Rivall Morne With Roses doth her Cheeke adorne As if in this her blushing Pride Shee were not Bride-Maid but the Bride Hearke the sweet Birds are Tuning Hearke The warbling Thrush the Early Larke New Layes from one another Borrow And all to bid the Bride Good Morrow And thus they 'l Chaunt away the Light But meane to strip themselves at night Of their soft downe to build a Nest For the most equall Paire to Rest Why then Phyllis Why this stay Shall wee onely loose the day Phyllis Rather my Damon why this Hast What matter though the Rites be Past Are there such joyes such Trophies wonne In seeing a Virgin-soule Vndone Kind Swayne Damon Fond Nymph Blaspheme no more Natures deare selfe hath deeply swore A stepdame hate ' gainst such as prove Rebells to the pure Throne of Love Vndone weake Heretique to give Her lost for that by which wee Live Should all Breath Virgin thus our Stage Would turne to desart in one Age. This 't would Vndoe the World and Rate The day of Doome before it's Date Nay had thy Mother taught this Geere Sure Phyllis thou hast ne're been here Vndone so is the Fragrant Rose When Pluckt it in her Bosome growes So is the Incense spoyld when us'd To perfume Heaven because 't is Bruis'd Diamonds may shine in their Owne Mold Yet are more Worth when set in Gold Call'st thou then her Vndone that 's Going The way to thrive by her Vndoing To Lodge two soules under One Roofe To Live two Lives two Lives of Proofe To part with Maid yet keepe that Name Chast Wife and Virgin are the same To be all Jce and yet all Fire To be Divided yet Entire Bee multiply'd yet be but One Call you me this to bee Vndone Now she may live as long as They Of the First Age a Live-long Day And when Nine hundred yeares are told Shee in her stock shall scarce be Old To be All Riddle thus which none Can solve but Death nor He Alone Jf this be losse if this be Woe O who would not be Vndone so Without this Hymen-knot the Frame Of Heaven and Earth had stood as Lame Both sexes make but Man His Ayde Was Eve the Woman not the Maid For else a Friend had Cheer'd his Life But God gives more then Friend a Wife O Powerfull Charme which once put On Perfects the grand Creation Phyllis Yet Damon once thou said'st to mee Jn Heaven we all should Virgins bee Jf such Blisse rests o' th' Marriage Bed Pray tell me why don 't Angells Wed Is there that Petty joy can Misse Them who are sated with All Blisse Cease then to Woe with words not Even The Wife Fills Earth the Virgin Heaven Damon True but yet had'st thou ne're been Born Thou ne're shouldst see th' Eternall Morne How should Heaven fill with Virgins Worth Did not Earths Wombe first bring them Forth And though in Heaven no Marrying bee Yet there the Bridegroome we shall see Phyllis Thus farre you Conquer But to be Rob'd of my Native Liberty To loose my Holy-dayes when the Swaynes Trip it o're the Carpet Plaines Is this no Losse Nay there 's no Gyves Say some that Try'd to the poore Wives Damon Some such perhaps who strangely take Girdles for Bonds some such who make Garters and shackles one Deare Girle As if this Chaine of Mother-Pearle Did Manacle thy Hands that Ring Captive thy Finger Any thing I 'le grant my sweet but this No More There is no Life to Hymens Lore Phyllis Suppose yet canst thou name a Doome To the dread sorrowes of the Wombe Nomaea once Counted to me The thousand Pangs she payd for Thee And if Swaynes cost thus deare what Cares What Throbs buy Natures Choycer Wares The teeming Deaths of each sad Mother Damon J 've done Name such another Dam. Come Come Who would not pay some groanes To buy the pretty litle ones To be a Mother at no Rate Forbid it Heaven and awefull Fate But soft They Come So breakes the day From mantled Night so in full Ray Shines the bright Sun when from his bed He donn's his Beames to deck his head The Rose though faire would staine That Cheek Lillies look wan nor bright nor sleek To her cleare Front where the warme snow Of driven Jnnocence doth grow While on her Cheek the Graine and Dye Of Blushing Virtue Courts her Eye And then her balmy Lip nor Paint Nor studied Verse can make more quaint So many sweets throng in that Face Each single would Create a Grace Phyllis Yet had she more if more can meet Jn One more Faire more Pure more sweet There 's He that will deserve her Tall And Full-brim Graces even All. That Gate that Looke Faire Maid ne're grutch Thy easy losse that gain'st so much For if the Casket shine thus Cleare How shines the Gemme that lodgeth there Help me my Damon Helpe whilst I Talassio and Talassio cry Dam. But didst thou mark that smile that Kisse That smile agen and That and This See how they mingle soules and dart Their Eyes into each others heart So Ioue embrac'd his Swan that Twine Darkens the long-fam'd Eglantine That living Wreath were it a Bough Would fit some Conquering Caesars Brow Nay Phaebus would forsweare his Tree One day to be halfe-blessed by Thee Seest thou faire Nymph Phyllis Too much to move My spring of Blood Jf this be Love I doe Recant By the next Sun I am quite Lost if not Undone G. W. Blest Paire Whilest others reare huge Temples to your praise Give a poore Swaine an Altar leave to raise Of Wishes made Successe bee Sacrifice And Time the Priest your Blis sweet gūmes spice So chast a flame possesse each brest As that which fire 's the Phoenix nest When shee her selfe her selfe doth Wooe Being Husband Wife and Jssue too Sun light 's supplyed from your own eyes Both being Fire Priest Sacrifice And may 't as long and lasting burne As did the Lampe in Tullias Vrne May every looke so gracefull prove As that which first did make you love May shee grow you you hir both one Both multiplied by Union May you as large an issue see As those whom God bid Multiply And may each birth as easy passe As when you make your selfe i th' glasse And all so like the Mother bee That shee may thinke when first that she Beholds the pretty infants face The Nurse hath only brought the glasse As years increase so may your love Like flames in Winter hottest prove When you 're growne young in Progeny Sweetnesse bee chang'd to Majesty So Trees for pleasure and sweet shade First set at length were Temples made Delight became Religion And love chang'd to Devotion Your whole lives be one Wedding day Winter's a Spring unto the Bay And when y' are dead may you b'esteemd by all Loves saints your Histories Canonicall And Wives and Virgins yearely to your Tombe As to Loves Altar in Procession come D. I. S. N. U. P. T. I. A. L. E. T. F. E. L. I. C. I. T. A. T. I. A. D. C. O. N. N. U. B. G. E. N. E. R. O. S. I. Ss. H. R. E. T. L. E. C. T. I. Ss. A. B. M. O. R. E. M. A. J. O. R. E. X. V. O. T. O. S. A. C. P. O. S. D. E. D. I. C. G. C.