Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Deserves it all; 'Twere a sin no less than sacrilege, To rob her o'th' least part of your affections. My faculties are grown All to one power, called love, and you engross it Whole to yourself; yet have it still entire To my Calantha, 'tis a divers flame, That burns me, yet but one, each takes its difference, And being from the object, be you still My friend, & thou my love, whom when we have once joined Unto our amorous folds, thus we will move And of our arms make a new sphere for love. This way? toth' Temple sayst? Married by this: The Prince is fierce and eager in's desires, Impatient of delay. But seemed not she unwilling? There appeared somewhat more in her, than in a virgin niceness, They are here:— The Priest has done his office, all delights The married have a privilege in, are yours: Be bold in the enjoyment, whate'er while Was termed a looseness in desire, is now A virtuous thought: those flames which cloth your Souls Are chaste and holy, dalliance is your devotion. Yet you my Royal fair, can wear me at A careful distance, tremble at each touch Of hand or lip, as if you feared a rape: Display this beauteous treasure, lovely sweet And let these flowers which dwell upon thy cheek, Like those proud Maja wears, i'th' smiling ides Blaze wild and open— see! they are fresh and lively, Their odour flies to heaven in sacrifice! Jove I'm thy rival;— and will share thy incense: Sweet as the purple smoke arising from The Phoenix funeral pile, or Southern breath Perfumed with all Arabia's spiceries. Good my Lord! you will too much endear us to you with your courtesies. And being strangers we are apt to be traduced: Our good names are precious, they are all we have left Unconquered. Hymen applauds this early piety: The doves that drive the chariot of love's Queen. Are swift in motion, and those happy troops, Which wait upon her triumphs, make't their strife Which shall outrun the other, those that lag Cupid will whip with roses to the Altar. Henceforth (my Lord) I must attend your will, Let me but drop a tear or two upon My father's dust, and with his memory I'll bid farewell to grief. This vault contains it. Let us pay our last duties. The Choir attends without. Noblest bodies are but guilded clay; put away But the precious shining rind; The inmost rottenness remains behind. Kings, on earth though gods they be, Yet in death are vile as we; He, a thousands King before, Now is vassal unto more. Vermin now insulting lie, And dig for Diamonds in each eye; Whilst the sceptre bearing hand Cannot their inroads withstand. Here doth one in odours wade By the regal unction made, While another dares to gnaw On that tongue, his people's law. fools! ah fools are we, who so contrive, And do strive, In each gaudy ornament, Who shall his corpse in the best dish present.
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Deſerves it all; 'Twere a ſinne no leſſe than ſacriledge, To rob her o'th leaſt part of your affections. My faculties are growne All to one power, call'd love, and you engroſſe it Whole to your ſelfe; yet have it ſtill entire To my Calantha, 'tis a divers flame, That burnes mee, yet but one, each takes it's difference, And being from the object, be you ſtill My friend, & thou my love, whom when we have once joyn'd Unto our amorous folds, thus we will move And of our armes make a new ſpheare for love. This way? to'th Temple ſaiſt? Married by this: The Prince is fierce and eager in's deſires, Impatient of delay. But ſeem'd not ſhe unwilling? There appear'd ſomewhat more in her, than in a virgin niceneſſe, They are here: — The Prieſt has done his office, all delights The married have a priviledge in, are yours: Be bold in the enjoyment, what ere while Was term'd a looſeneſſe in deſire, is now A vertuous thought: thoſe flames which cloth your Soules Are chaſt and holy, dalliance is your devotion. Yet you my Royall faire, can weare mee at A carefull diſtance, tremble at each touch Of hand or lip, as if you fear'd a rape: — Diſplay this beauteous treaſure, lovely ſweete And let theſe flowers which dwell upon thy cheeke, Like thoſe proud Maja weares, i'th ſmiling ides Blaze wild and open— ſee! they are freſh and lively, Their odour flies to heaven in ſacrifice! Jove I'me thy rivall;— and will ſhare thy incenſe: Sweete as the purple ſmoake ariſing from The Phoenix funerall pile, or Southerne breath Perfum'd with all Arabia's ſpiceries. Good my Lord! you will too much indeare us to you with your courteſies. And being ſtrangers we are apt to betraduc't: Our good names are precious, they are all we have left Unconquer'd. Hymen applaud's this early piety: The doves that drive the chariot of loves Queene. Are ſwift in motion, and thoſe happy troopes, Which waite upon her triumphs, mak't their ſtrife Which ſhall out-runne the other, thoſe that lagge Cupid will whip with roſes to the Altar. Henceforth (my Lord) I muſt attend your will, Let me but drop a teare or two upon My father's duſt, and with his memory I'le bid farewell to griefe. This vault containes it. Let us pay our laſt duties. The Quire attends without. Nobleſt bodies are but guilded clay; put away But the precious ſhining rinde; The inmoſt rottenneſſe remaines behind. Kings, on earth though gods they be, Yet in death are vile as we; He, a thouſands King before, Now is vaſſall unto more. Vermine now inſulting lye, And dig for Diamonds in each eye; Whil'ſt the ſcepter bearing hand Cannot their inroades withſtand. Here doth one in odours wade By the regall unction made, While another dares to gnaw On that tongue, his peoples law. Fooles! ah fooles are we, who ſo contrive, And do ſtrive, In each gaudy ornament, Who ſhall his corps in the beſt diſh preſent.