Sportive vvit the muses merriment, a new spring of lusty drollery, joviall fancies, and a la mode lamponnes, on some heroic persons of these late times, never before exposed to the publick view / collected for the publick good by a club of sparkling wits, viz. C.J., B.J., L.M., W.T., cum multis alsis----

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Sportive vvit the muses merriment, a new spring of lusty drollery, joviall fancies, and a la mode lamponnes, on some heroic persons of these late times, never before exposed to the publick view / collected for the publick good by a club of sparkling wits, viz. C.J., B.J., L.M., W.T., cum multis alsis----
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1656.
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"Sportive vvit the muses merriment, a new spring of lusty drollery, joviall fancies, and a la mode lamponnes, on some heroic persons of these late times, never before exposed to the publick view / collected for the publick good by a club of sparkling wits, viz. C.J., B.J., L.M., W.T., cum multis alsis----." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A54795.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 14, 2024.

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The Bridall Night.

WHy art thou coy (my Lda) art not mine? Hath not the holy Hymineall Twine Power to contract our Natures? must I be Still interposed with needlesse modesty? What though my former passions made me vow, You were an Angel; be a Mortall now: The Bride-maids all are vanish'd, and the crew O Virgin Ladyes, that did wait on you, Have left us to our selves, as coy to be Injurious to our Loves wish'd privacy.

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Come then undresse; why blush you? prethee smile; Faith Ile dis-robe you, nay I will not spoile Your Necklace, or your Gorget, here's a pin Pricks you; fair Leda 'twere a cruel sin Not to remove it; oh how many gates Are to Elizium! yet the sweetest Straits That ere made Voyage happy, here's a lace Me thinks should stifle you; it doth embrace Your body too severely, take a knife, 'Tis tedious to undo it, by my life It shall be cut; let your Carnation Gown Be pulld off too, and next let me pull down This Rosie petticoat; what is this cloud That keeps the day-light from us, and's allow'd More privivilege then I? though it be white, 'Tis not the white I aim at (by this light) It shall go off (too) No: then let ' alone. Come let's to bed, why look you so? here's none Sees you but I; be quick, or by this hand Ile lay you down my self, you make me stand Too long 'th' cold: why do you lye so far? Ile fellow you, this distance shall not bar Your body from me; oh 'tis well! and now Ile let thy Virgins innocence know how Kings propagate young Princes, Marriage bed Never destroy, but erect Maiden-heads.
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