nativity of time,
Chloris! it was not thought a crime
In direct Hebrew for to woe.
Now wee make love, as
all on fire,
Ring retrograde our lowd desire,
court in English backward too.
happy was that golden age,
When complement was
And fine words in the center hid;
When cursed NO stain'd no maid's blisse,
discourse was summ'd in YES,
And nought forbad, but
Love then unstinted love did
And cherries pluck'd fresh from the lip,
cheeks and roses free he fed;
Lasses, like Autumne
plums, did drop,
And lads indifferently did drop
flower and a maiden-head.
each did tipple
Wine from the bunch, milk from the
Paps tractable as udders were.
equally the wholsome jellies
Were squeez'd from
olive-trees and bellies:
Nor suits of trespasse did
A fragrant bank of strawberries,
Diaper'd with violets' eyes,
Was table, table-cloth
No palace to the clouds did swell,
humble princesse then did dwell
In the Piazza of her
Both broken faith and th' cause of
All-damning gold, was damn'd to th' pit;
troth seal'd with a clasp and kisse,
that extreem day,
In which they smil'd their souls
And in each other breath'd new blisse.
Because no fault, there was no tear;
did grate the granting ear,
No false foul breath,
their del'cat smell.
No serpent kiss poyson'd the
Each touch was naturally chast,
mere Sense a Miracle.
Naked as their own
And unembroyder'd from offence,
went, above poor riches, gay;
On softer than the
In beds they tumbled off their own:
For each within the other lay.
they live: thus did they love,
Repeating only joyes
And angels were but with cloaths on,
they would put off cheerfully,
To bathe them in the
Then gird them with the heavenly zone.
Now, Chloris! miserably crave
blisse you would not have,
Which evermore I must
Whilst ravish'd with these noble dreams,
crowned with mine own soft beams,
Injoying of my self