Tixall Poetry.
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Methinks I see thee underneath the shade
Of golden canopies supinely laid;
Thy crouching slaves, all silent as the night,
But at thy nod, all active as the light.
Secure in solid sloath, thou there doest reign,
And feelst the ioyes of love without the pain.
Each female courts thee with a wishing eye,
Whilst thou with awfull pride walkst careless by;
Till thy kind pleadge at last markes out the dame,
Thou fanciest most to quench thy present flame.
No loud reproach, nor fond unwelcom sound,
Of womens tongues thy sacred eares dare wound.
If any do, a nimble mute strait tyes
The true love's knot, and stopes her foolish cryes.
Thou fearst no iniur'd kinsman's threatning blade,
Nor midnight ambushes by rivalls lay'd:
Whilst here, with akeing harts our joys we taste,
Disturb'd by swords, like Democles his feast.
Of golden canopies supinely laid;
Thy crouching slaves, all silent as the night,
But at thy nod, all active as the light.
Secure in solid sloath, thou there doest reign,
And feelst the ioyes of love without the pain.
Each female courts thee with a wishing eye,
Whilst thou with awfull pride walkst careless by;
Till thy kind pleadge at last markes out the dame,
Thou fanciest most to quench thy present flame.
No loud reproach, nor fond unwelcom sound,
Of womens tongues thy sacred eares dare wound.
If any do, a nimble mute strait tyes
The true love's knot, and stopes her foolish cryes.
Thou fearst no iniur'd kinsman's threatning blade,
Nor midnight ambushes by rivalls lay'd:
Whilst here, with akeing harts our joys we taste,
Disturb'd by swords, like Democles his feast.
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