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A30103
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A New collection of poems and songs written by several persons ; never printed before.
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Bulteel, John, fl. 1683.
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1674
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Wing B5458; ESTC R18293
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not fondly nice to spare What unthrift time will lewdly spend Keep open house and let me share What freely came as freely lend VII E're Beauty breaks up house and heart Prove hospitably kind impart What Fools are they that lead their life in care To leave 〈…〉 for a thankless Heir The ENJOYMENT I. FAr from the stately Edifice Where Princes dwell and Lords resort Weary of seeing in the Court So much constraint and Artifice At home I liv'd in liberty Though my Heart did imprison'd lye Within my dearest Silvia's Brest Nor fearing in her Love th'inconstancy of Fate I led the sweetest life for rest That ever scap'd the Snares of Envy Grief or Hate II. My Senses kept intelligence With my Desires in equal measures And sought me out a thousand pleasures With a most faithful diligence Each one my Fortune did admire To bless me Heaven did conspire To make me happy every Star Cast down so mild an influence on all my actions No opposition e're did bar Me from enjoying to the full all my affections III. Thus was my state incomparable So was my Mistress and my Love All others joyes I soar'd above So high that they seem'd miserable I was a Lover much belov'd And ' midst the frequent joy I prov'd No bitterness was intermix'd But whilst thereon I fed the more that I enjoy'd The more my appetite was fix'd To taste agen and yet my sense was never cloy'd IV. Under our Climate Nature shows Her Beauties naked to each eye Glutting the Light enchantingly With the choice Objects she bestows Upon the Flowers we glittering spie Tears or rather Pearls to lie Dropt from the Cheeks of fair Auror ' Wherewith she to whom Zephirus makes Vows and Pray'rs And whom the blithe Spring does adore Does beautifie each Morn her Neck and Curled hair V. There ' mongst the Smiles and the Caresses The little frolick God inspir'd Danc'd on th'enamel'd Grass till tir'd With his sweet Mistresses the Graces And still when he desir'd to Kiss He came to rest himself Oh Bliss Betwixt my Silvia's snowy Brests Whence he created thousand new and fresh delights Whose Charms no Language can express For every moment Life or Death was in their mights VI. Sometimes we saw a Satyr come Who sitting in an Oaks fresh shade Upon his Pipe complaints then made Of Love and its sweet Martyrdome Then walk'd we to a Grove apart Wherein the Sun no beam could dart To find out Solitariness And finding peaceful Rest with solitude there sporting We banish'd all unquietness Lest that might have disturb'd our pretty harmless courting VII There under a straight Mirtle-tree Which Lovers holy do esteem Where grav'd by Venus hand had been Her Trophies and Loves Mystery Most solemn Vows betwixt us past That our bright Flame should ever last Nor should its Ardour weaker grow Then offering up those Oathes to our Victorious King We wrote them on the Bark below But they were deeper printed on our heart within VIII Sometimes a little doubt I feign'd And in her Ear thus whispred I Only to sound her constancy Is your Love free or else constrain'd Then keeping silence for a space I sigh'd and with a mournful face Proceeded thus with Lovers Art Shall I e're dare to hope Oh heavenly Miracle To be as truly in your Heart As in your Eyes where I behold my self so well IX She mov'd with this would answer me Accusing first my want of Faith Lysis a place thy Image hath Deeper than in my Eye can be I 'le take thy self to judge it here You know it cannot be so neer Since it appears so little Well Believe then by reflected Lines thou doest it see Grav'd on my heart where it does dwell Thorow my eyes as under Chrystals pictures be X. At this reply my ravisht spirits Being rapt into a huge content I did implore her quick consent Unto more amorous delights And thus to make our contest short I tempted her to that sweet sport Wherewith a Woman 's seldom cloy'd Clasping her in the heat that great desire provokes She yielding then to be enjoy'd Closer then amorous Vines embrace the sturdy Oaks XI Then on her melting Lips half closed I tippled kissing night and day A health unto our Love alway Sipping that Cup whose brim was Rosied My Shepherdess as free as I Pledging those healths most greedily Was o'recome with the same excess When having lavishly thus spent our Amorous store Our drooping Countenance did express Thorow our languish'd looks that we could do no more XII Yet our desires resuming courage When our endeavors weakest grew Exercis'd many ways anew Loves Game for which each sense did forage That sweet bewitching passion Led us with so much ardor on And all our motions were so hurl'd That who at that same time in Cypria's Grove had seen us Would sure have judg'd that all the World Had been the Wager of so fierce a Fight between us XIII In this enjoyment ne'retheless We scorn'd the World and did content us With those only Joyes Love lent us Whilst my stretcht Body hers did press A thousand times of this more glad Then if both Indies we had had We wanted nothing those short hours 'T was not our wish a Crown or Kingdom for to have We envy'd not Riches or Powers T' enjoy those Pleasures still was all that we did crave XIV But oh what Pen's enough lascivious Were it pluckt from a Sparrows wing For to describe so sweet a thing As these so oft enjoyments with us Never though with Cloathes unlaced Venus her dear Love embraced Were such various Sports invented Nor ere did Love and 's Psyche fair with him Taste such delights were so contented As were our ravisht Souls with this enticing Sin XV. The Tongue being o' th' party too When a close Kiss besieg'd it straight On the Lips borders it would wait And sometimes forth in sallies go The Enemy when its stroakes did come Found it so sweet a Martyrdome That it did welcome each atteint Whilst thousand Smacks and Sighs at the same time serv'd there For Songs of Victory without plaints Both vanquisht and the Victor equally contented were XVI One day close by a murmuring Spring Of liquid Silver purifi'd Whose wandring winding Stream did glide Towards the Sea and ran therein My Lute did speak the softest strain Fingers could make to entertain My Fancy with but then anon I made the Strings break forth in a more vigorous sound Which mov'd the very Rocks whereon The lusty sprightly Goats did often skip and bound XVII Birds by the Musick drawn in numbers Stretch'd forth their pretty necks to hear Panting as if they ravish'd were Alike o'recome with joy and wonder The Beasts we every where did see Gazing at us on bended knee Charm'd into silence all things were Whilst from an aged Oak inspir'd with our content These words distinctly we did hear Which in a pleasing tone to us were sent XVIII Orpheus from Rhadamanthe's sight Hath now redeem'd