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And to my fervent pray’rs so far consent, 280
the scourge to lash you on your way:
pass each previous settlenient and deed, 305 Too long for me to write, or you to read ;
Nor will with quaint impertinence display
7 The pomp, the pageantry, the proud array. The time approach’d, to church the parties went, At once with carnal and devout intent:
310 Forth came the priest, and bade th' obedient wife Like Sarah or Rebecca lead her life : Then pray'd the Pow'rs the fruitful bed to bless, And made all sure enough with holiness.
And now the palace-gates are open’d wide, 315 The guests appear in order, side by side, And, plac'd in state, the bridegroom and the bride. The breathing flute's soft notes are heard around, And the shrill trumpets mix their silver sound; The vaulted roofs with echoing music ring, 320 These touch the vocal stops, and those the trembling Not thus Amphion tun'd the warbling lyre, (string. Nor Joab the sounding clarion could inspire, Nor fierce Theodomas, whose sprightly strain Could swell the soul to rage, and fire the martial train.
Bacchus himself, the nuptial feast to grace, 326 (So poets singo) was present on the place: And lovely Venus, goddess of delight, Shook high her flaming torch in open sight, And danc'd around, and smil'd on ev'ry knight: Pleas'd her best servant would his courage try, 331 No less in wedlock than in liberty.
Full many an age old Hymen had not spy'd
The beauteous dame sate smiling at the board,
Damian alone, of all the menial train,
Damian alone, the Knight's obsequious squire,
365 Weep in her turn, and waste in equal flame.
The weary sun, as learned poets write, Forsook th’horizon, and roll'd down the light; While glitt'ring stars his absent beams supply, And night's dark mantle overspread the sky. 370 Then rose the guests, and as the time requir’d, Each paid his thanks, and decently retir’d.
The foe once gone, our Knight prepar'd tundress, So keen he was, and eager to possess ; But first thought fit th' assistance to receive, 375 Which grave physicians scruple not to give; Satyrion near, with hot eringoes stood, Cantharides, to fire the lazy blood, Whose use old bards describe in luscious rhymes, And critics learn'd explain to modern times.
380 By this the sheets were spread, the bride undress’d, The room was sprinkled, and the bed was bless'd. What next ensu'd beseems not me to say ; "Tis sung, he labourd till the dawning day, 384
Then briskly sprung from bed, with heart so light,
But anxious cares the pensive Squire opprest,
When now the fourth revolving day was run, 400 ('Twas June, and Cancer had receiv'd the sun,) Forth from her chamber came the beauteous bride, The good old Knight mov'd slowly by her side. High mass was sung; they feasted in the hall; The servants round stood ready at their call. 405 The Squire alone was absent from the board, And much his sickness griev'd his worthy lord, Who pray'd his spouse, attended with her train, To visit Damian, and divert his pain. Th'obliging dames obey'd with one consent ; 410 They left the hall, and to his Jodging went.