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And, her purple mouth with joy Stretching to the delicious boy, Twice (and twice could scarce suffice) She kiss'd his drunken rolling eyes. My little life, my all! (said she) So may we ever servants be To this best God, and ne'er retain Our hated liberty again! So may thy passion last for me, As I a passion have for thee, Greater and fiercer much than can Be conceiv'd by thee a man! Into my marrow is it gone, Fixt and settled in the bone; It reigns not only in my heart, But runs, like life, through every part. She spoke; the God of Love aloud Sneez'd again; and all the crowd Of little Loves, that waited by, Bow'd, and blest the augury. This good omen thus from heaven Like a happy signal given, Their loves and lives (all four) embrace, And hand in hand run all the race. To poor Septimius (who did now Nothing else but Acme grow) Acme's bosom was alone The whole world's imperial throne; And to faithful Acme's mind Septimius was all human-kind. If the Gods would please to be But advis'd for once by me, I'd advise them, when they spy Any illustrious piety, To reward her, if it be shem To reward him, if it be heWith such a husband, such a wife; With Acme's and Septimius' life.
If I remember well, my breast,
Martha took the flying ball.
Beauteous Catharine gave place (Tho' loth and angry she to part With the possession of my heart)
To Eliza's conquering face.
Fundamental laws she broke,
And cast away her yoke.
Alternately they sway'd ;
And sometimes both I obey'd,
A mighty tyrant she !
Had not Rebecca set me free.
But soon those pleasures fled :
And Judith reigned in her stead.
One month, three days, and half an hour, Judith held the sov'reign pow'r,
Wondrous beautiful her face ; But so weak and small her wit, That she to govern was unfit,
And so Susannah took her place.
But when Isabella came,
And th' artillery of her eye;
She beat out Susan by the bye.
But in her place I then obey'd
To whom ensued a vacancy ; Thousand worse passions then possess'd The interregnum of my breast;
Bless me from such an anarchy!
Gentle Henrietta then,
Then Joan, and Jane, and Andria,
And then a long et cætera.
But should I now to you relate
The powder, patches, and the pins,
That make up all their magazines :
The letters, embassies, and spies,
Numberless, nameless, mysteries !
And all the little lime-twigs laid
I more voluminous should grow: (Chiefly if I, like them, should tell All change of weather that befel)
Than Holinshed or Stow.
But I will briefer with them be,
An higher and a nobler strain
Whom God grant long to reign.
They've seen a second thing that's fair,
If I ever anger know,
If any sorrow touch my mind
WELL, then ; I now do plainly see
This busy world and I shall ne'er agree.
And they, methinks, deserve my pity,
Of that great hive, the city.
And a few friends, and many books, both true,
And (since love ne'er from me will flee),
Only belov'd, and loving me!
She who is all the world, and can exclude