And firmament, our Cupid is not there: He's an infernal god, and under ground
As beauties, no, nor wealth. He that strays thusoinU From her to her's is more adulterous
Than if he took her maid. Search every sphere
With Pluto dwells, where gold and fire abound.go
Men to such gods their sacrificing coals
Did not on altars lay, but pits and holes.
Altho' we see celestial bodies move
Above the earth, the earth we till and love: So we her airs contemplate, words, and heart, And virtues; but we love the centric part.
Nor is the soul more worthy or more fit For love than this, as infinite as it. But in attaining this desired place,
How much they err that set out at the face? The hair a forest is of ambushes,
Of springs, and snares, fetters, and manacles: The brow becalms us when 'tis smooth and plain, And when 'tis wrinkled shipwrecks us again. Smooth 'tis a paradise, where we would have Immortal stay, but wrinkled 'tis à grave.
The nose (like to the sweet meridian) runs and M Not 'twixt an east and west, but 'twixt two suns;
It leaves a cheek a rosy hemisphere
On either side, and then directs us where Upon the Islands Fortunate we fall, Not faint Canaries, but Ambi
Unto her swelling lips when we are come,› We anchor there, and think ourselves at home, For they seem all: there Syrens' songs, and there Vise Delphic oracles, do fill the ear;
Then in a creek, where chosen pearls do swell The remora, her cleaving tongue doth dwell. - These and (the glorious promontory) her chin, Being past the Straits of Hellespont, between The Sestos and Abydos of her breasts, (Not of two lovers but two Loves the nests) Succeeds a boundless sea; but yet thine eye.. Some island moles may scatter'd there descry; And sailing towards her India, in that way Shall at her fair Atlantic navel stay: Tho' there the current be the pilot made,
Yet ere thou be where thou shouldst be embay'd, Thou shalt upon another forest set,
Where many shipwreck, and no further get. 170 When thou art there, consider what this chace Mis-spent, by thy beginning at the face.
Rather set out below; practise my art;
Some symmetry the foot hath with that part { Which thou dost seek, and is thy map for that,
Lovely enough to stop, but not stay at
It is the emblem that hath figured? encefalisema. Firmness; 'tis the first part that comes to bed,
Civility we see refin'd: the kiss, Which at the face began, transplanted is, Since to the hand, since to th' imperial knee, Now at the Papal foot delights to be.
If kings think that the nearer way, and do Rise from the foot, lovers may do so too: For as free spheres move faster far than can Birds, whom the air resists; so may that man, Which goes this empty and ethereal way, Than if at beauty's enemies he stay. Rich Nature hath in women wisely made Two purses, and their mouths aversely laid: They then which to the lower tribute owe, That way which that exchequer looks must go: He which doth not, his error is as great As who by clyster gives the stomach meat.
TO HIS MISTRESS GOING TO BED.
COME, Madam! come; all rest my powers defy; Until I labour I in labour lie.
The foe oft-times having the foe in sight
Is tir'd with standing, tho' he never fight, Off with that girdle, like heav'n's zone glittring, But a far fairer world incompassing. Unpin that spangled breast-plate which you wear, That th' eyes of busy fools may be stopt there.
Unlace yourself, for that harmonious chime Tells me from you that now it is bed-time. Off with that happy busk, which I envy,
That still can be, and still can stand so nigh.
Your gown going off such beauteous state reveals, As when thro' flow'ry meads th' hill's shadow steals. Off with that weary coronet, and show
The hairy diadem which on your head doth grow. Now off with those shoes, and then softly tread In this Love's hallow'd temple, this soft bed. In such white robes heaven's angels us'd to be Reveal'd to men; thou angel bring'st with thee A heav'n like Mah'met's paradise; and tho Ill spirits walk in white, we eas❜ly know By this these angels from an evil sprite; Those set our hairs, but these our flesh upright. License my roaving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below.
O my America! my Newfoundland!
My kingdom's safest when with one man mann'd. My mine of precious stones my empery!
How am I blest in this discovering thee! To enter in these bonds is to be free;
Then where my hand is set my seal shall be. Full nakedness! all joys are due to thee; A's souls unbodied bodies uncloth'd must be, To taste whole joys. Gems, which you women use Are, like Atlanta's ball, cast in men's views;
That when a fool's eye lighteth on a gem, His earthly soul may court that and not them Like pictures or like books' gay coverings made, For lay-men are all women thus array'd. Themselves are only mystic books, which we (Whom their imputed grace will dignify) Must see reveal'd Then since that I inay know, As liberally as to thy midwife show
Thyself, cast all, yea, this white linen, hence: There is no penance due to innocence.
To teach thee I am naked first; why, then, What need'st thou have more covering than a man? 48
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