MARIA

Yet young vines yield most wine. Words cannot force what destiny hath sealed, Who can resist the influence of his stars, Or give a reason why a loves, or hates Since our affections are not ruled by will, But will by our affections. 'Tis blasphemy Gainst Loves most sacred deity, to axe Why we do love, since 'tis his only power That sways all our affections, all things which be Beasts, Birds, Men, Gods, pay him their fealty Debarred of liberty! O that this flesh could Like swift moving thoughts transfer it self, From place to place, unseen and vndisolued: Then should no iron ribs, or Churlish flint divide my love and me, Deer Gerardin despite of Chance or Guardians Tyranny, Jde move within thy orb and thou in mine. But in vain do I proclaim my grief, when air and walls can yield me no relief. Come thou my best companion, thou art sensible and canst my wrongs reiterate; Thou and I. will make some mirth in spite of Tyranny: The black browed night drawn in her pithy wain In starry spangled pride rides now over heaune Now is the time when stealing minutes tell The stole delight joyed by all faithful lovers Now loving souls contrive both place & means, for wished pastimes only I am penned within the closure of this fatal wall deprived of all my joys. Who'es that protests so fast? Oh By your vows it seems you'd feign get up I knew it: he that to get up to a fair woman will stick to vow and swear, may be accounted no man, but tell me why hast thou chosen this hour to visit me? which nor the day nor night can claim but both or neither, why in this twilight camest thou? Desires conceit is quick, I apprehend thee Be thou as loyal, as I constant prove, And time shall knit our mutual knot of love, Wear this my loves true pledge: I needs not wish I know thou wilt return, or will I say Thou mayest conceal thy self being returned till I may make escape and visit thee. I prethe love attempt not to ascend my Chamber window by a lathered rope? the entrance is to narrow: except this post Which may with ease, yet that is dangerous: I pre thee do it not I here some call: Farewell my constant love let after actions tell; Disgrace not that for which our sect was made, Society in nuptial beds above these joys Which lovers taste, when their conjoined lips Suck forth each others souls, the earth the Air, Yea Gods themselves know none: Elysiums sweet J all that bliss which Poets pens describe Are only known, when soft and amorous folds, Entwine the Corpse of two united lovers, Where what they wish, they have yet still desire, And sweets are known without society. Oh which way shall J turn, or shift, or go, To lose one thought of care, no soothing hope Gives entermission, or beguiles one hour Of tedious Time, which never will have end, While love pursues, in vain my absent friend, Thou continent of wealth, whose want of stoare For that it could not peiz thvnequall Scale Of Avarice givest matter to my moan, Oh dross the level of insatiate Eyes The Devils Engine, and the souls corrupter, Thou plaist the Attorney gainst the lawful force Of true affection, dost enterpose a Bar, betwixt Hearts conjoined: Cursed be thy seed of strife, Whose progress chokes the natural course of life. Oh help, help, help. Gerardine my love? What unheard of accident presents Thy unexpected self, and gives my heart Matter of joy, mixed with astonishment. I thought thou hadst been cabyn'd in thy ship. Not Trunkt within my cruel gardyans house. I apprehend the rest: Oh rare conceit, I see thy travel happily was feigned To win access, which with small ease thou hast gained: This Trunk, which he so greedily supposes, Contains thy substance (as it does indeed) Upon thy fair pretence, in lieu of love Bequeathed to me, if death should stop the course, This Trunk (J say) he hugs; sink thou or swim, So he may feed his wolf, that root of Sin; His Avarice but heaven (that mocks men might Gives this close means t'incist upon our right. Not now, Danger stands centinel. So so, and Time Shall not oft turn his hour glass ere isle find, Peace and occasion fitting to thy mind. With all my heart, J do embrace the motion with thy self: Welcome sweet friend to liberty of Air, Which now me thinks does promp our breathes to move Sweet accents of delight, the joys of love: How dost thou brook thy little ease, thy Trunk? Are not inferior bodies here on earth, Produced and governed by those heavenly ones? They jar (you say) yet in that strife maintain Perpetual league: why should their influence In rational souls be checked by erring sense? Or why should mutual love (confirmed by heaven) B'infringd by men, me thinks 'tis most uneven. Sterility and barrenness ensue, Such forced love: nor shall erroneous men Pervert my settled thoughts, or turn mine eye From thy fair object, which I will pursue, Rich in thy love, proved of this interview. What wouldst thou more then our minds firm contract? I am beleagued I had needs of sense, You make me blush: play fair yet above board: You break all modest bounds, away, away? Come come, I say Oh weather beaten love: Cisley go make a fire? Go fetch my ladder of Ropes, Leander's come. Would? let me see, my love so soon returned. Has not that project ouerrackt thy brain. And spent more wit then thou hast left behind. How in your tother hose? he that J love Shall wear my favour in those hose he has on. I said you were too prodigal of wit. Be brief sweet friend, salute and partly in one, For niggard time now threats with imminent danger Our late joyed scope: Thy earnest then of love Ere Solemnizing have compassed half the signs I fear Will show a blushing fault, but was thy plot, thine aim, T'inforce consent in him that bars thy claim. The humorous bodies elemental kind, Shall sooner loose the innated heat of love, The Soul in nature's bounds shall be confined, Heavens course shall retragrade, & leave to move Ere I surcease to cherish mutual fire, With thoughts refined in flames of true desire. Yowl come upon your Cue Then twenty times adieu. Dryfat the merchant. Good Aunt quiet your self, ground not upon dreams, you know they are ever contrary. I see my fault appears, simplicity Hath no evasion: 'tis bootless to deny, Where guilty blood, cited by touch of shame, Runs through my veins, and leaves my conscience stain, Even in my face for bear I do beseech you, To publish my defame, what I have done, You shall not answer, I must bear mine own. My sins forsooth. Now good Aunt press me not, let time reveal What you suspect, for never shall my tongue Confess and Act that tends unto my wrong. Gerardine? Aurora now the blushing Sons aproache, D'art not more comfort to this Universe Then thou to me: most acceptably come, The Art of number cannot count the hours Thou hast been absent. How, where, when ̄ , speak? mine ears are quick to hear, I stand on thorns already to be there. They are here in the house: so handled by mine uncle, that they are the pitifullest patients that ever you beheld. I shall outstrip the nimblest in my feet. Let rules of Courtship be authentic still, To such as do pursue variety, But unto those whose modest thoughts do tend. To honoured Nuptials, and a regular life As far from show of niceness, as from that Of impure thoughts, all other objects seem Respectless, of no proportion balanced with esteem Of what their souls affect. Now must we be abrupt; retire sweet friend To thy small ease; what more remains to do, We'll consummate at our next interview. Now nature's pencil, and the hand of time, Gives life and lyam, to generations Act; My shame and gilded in wordles notes appear The argument of scorn, Oh now J stand The Theme and comment to each liberal tongue, While hope breeds comfort, and fear threats my wrong. Oh Gerardine how oft thy lively figure (Deadly impressed in my yielding temper) Assures me thou art mine: how fancy paints Thy true proportion in my troubled sleep, Because sole subject of my daily thoughts; Oh if thy vows prove feigned, and thou unjust, I say and swear, in men there is no trust. She's foolish sure, with what imperfect phrase, And shallow wit she answers me. Whom do I see? Oh how my senses wander? Am not I Hero: art not thou Leander ? Your only way, go travel till you tyer, Be rid, and let a gull discharge the higher. Gerardine come forth Maria calls? Those Ribs shall not infoulde thy buxom Limbs One minute longer the cincture of mine arms Shall more securely keep thy soul from harms. Wilt thou forsake me then? It cottens well, it cannot choose but bear A pretty napp; I tender thy capacity, A comfortable Caudle cherish it: But wheres my favour that I bid thee wear As pledge of love. You are none of the 12 are you? That Accent sounds sweet music, 'tis my love. That tonge breathes life into my lifeless spirits Gerardine ! o rapture, why thus disguised!