an Heroick Poem.
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39.
Such days of joy, before the marriage day,
The Lombards long by custom had embrac't;
Custom, which all, rather than Law obay,
For Laws by force, Customs, by pleasure last.
Such days of joy, before the marriage day,
The Lombards long by custom had embrac't;
Custom, which all, rather than Law obay,
For Laws by force, Customs, by pleasure last.
40.
And wisely Ancients by this needfull snare
Of guilded joys, did hide such bitterness
As most in marriage swallow with that care,
Which bashfully the wise will ne'r confess.
And wisely Ancients by this needfull snare
Of guilded joys, did hide such bitterness
As most in marriage swallow with that care,
Which bashfully the wise will ne'r confess.
41.
'Tis Sates-mens musick, who States Fowlers be,
And singing Birds, to catch the wilder, set;
So bring in more to tame societie;
For wedlock, to the wild, is the States Net.
'Tis Sates-mens musick, who States Fowlers be,
And singing Birds, to catch the wilder, set;
So bring in more to tame societie;
For wedlock, to the wild, is the States Net.
42.
And this loud joy, before the marriage Rites,
Like Battels Musick which to fights prepare,
Many to strife and sad success invites;
For marriage is too oft but civil war.
And this loud joy, before the marriage Rites,
Like Battels Musick which to fights prepare,
Many to strife and sad success invites;
For marriage is too oft but civil war.
43.
A truth too amply known to those who read
Great Hymen's Roles; though he from Lovers Eyes
Hides his most Tragick stories of the Dead,
Lest all, like Goths, should 'gainst his Temples rise.
A truth too amply known to those who read
Great Hymen's Roles; though he from Lovers Eyes
Hides his most Tragick stories of the Dead,
Lest all, like Goths, should 'gainst his Temples rise.
44.
And thou (what ere thou art, who dost perchance
With a hot Reader's haste, this Song pursue)
May'st find, too soon, thou dost too far advance,
And wish it all unread, or else untrue.
And thou (what ere thou art, who dost perchance
With a hot Reader's haste, this Song pursue)
May'st find, too soon, thou dost too far advance,
And wish it all unread, or else untrue.
45.
For it is sung (though by a mourning voice)
That in the Ides before these Lovers had,
With Hymens publick hand, confirm'd their choice,
A cruel practise did their peace invade.
For it is sung (though by a mourning voice)
That in the Ides before these Lovers had,
With Hymens publick hand, confirm'd their choice,
A cruel practise did their peace invade.
