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To hear her dear tongue robb'd of such a joy,
E PITH A La M I ON TER ATOs.
Come, Night, and lay thy velvet hand
And all thy crowned flames command,
*Sudden humour, or fancy.
Love calls to war,
Lips his swords are,
No need have we of factious Day,
The evening star I see; Rise, youths' the evening star Helps Love to summon war, Both now embracing be. Rise, youths! Love's right claims more than banquets; rise ! Now the brightmarygolds, that deck the skies, Phoebus' celestial flowers, that, contrary To his flowers here, ope when he shuts his eye, And shuts when he doth open, crown your sports: Now love in night, and night in love exhorts Courtship and dances: all your parts employ, And suit Night's rich expansure with your joy;
Love paints his longings in sweet virgins' eyes: Rise, youths' Love's right claims more than banquets; rise!
Rise, virgins ! let fair nuptial loves infold Your fruitless breasts: the maidenheads ye hold Are not your own alone, but parted are, Part in disposing them your parents' share, And that a third part is: so must you save Your loves a third, and you your thirds must have. Love paints his longings in sweet virgins' eyes: Rise, youths! Love's right claims more than ban
Herewith the amorous spirit, that was so kind To Teras’ hair, and comb'd it down with wind, Still as it, comet-like, brake from her brain, Would needs have Teras gone, and did refrain To blow it down: which staring up, dismay'd The timorous feast, and she no longer stay'd; But bowing to the bridegroom and the bride, Did like a shooting exhalation glide Out of their sights: the turning of her back Made them all shriek, it look'd so ghastly black. O hapless Hero! that most hapless cloud Thy soon succeeding tragedy foreshow'd.— Thus all the nuptial crew to joys depart, But much wrung Hero stood Hell's blackest dart: Whose wound because I grieve so to display, I use digressions thus t” increase the day.
THE ARGUMENT OF THE SIXTH SESTYAD.
Leucote flies to all the winds,