Poems by several hands, and on several occasions collected by N. Tate.

ELEGY IV.

By the same.

Your Husband too with us is bid a guest To Supper, may this Supper be his last; And must I but an idle witness be Of his rude touches, which I least would see? Your gentle head within his bosom laid, With his foul Arms about your Neck display'd. No wonder now that Savage Monstrous Guests, Stain'd with their Gore the Thracian Nuptial Feasts. Ingenuously bred, and form'd a Man, I scarce my itching hands from force restrain. Yet now before a Lovers Lesson hear, Nor let the Winds my vain Instructions bear;

Steal out before, let him be sure come last, May be you won't repent your early hast. When, to the Bed you go, where he is laid, With looks demure give me the gentle tread. Observe my Nods, the Language of my Face, Which can so well my inward thoughts express. My eyes and hands shall act the vocal part, By their dumb Rhet'rick you may learn my heart. If to your fancy some kind thought has brought Th' inhanced pleasures, which my Love had wrought, With gentle taps upon your cheeks, declare, When I shall say or do, what you approve, The Mystick Ring about your finger move. When to your Husband some ill hap you pray, Fear not upon the board your hands to lay. What's fill'd by him, sip, and give him the rest, When e're you lack the Boy will please you best; Return'd by you I first bespeak the glass, And where your lips has touch'd enjoy the place.

There to be sure I'll meet you, or be met, What ever Hold you can, be sure to get. Shou'd you to meltling kisses once give way, I fear my injur'd Love I should betray. Fly out, and frantick cry, cease wanton, know Those kisses to my self are only due. Yet this I'd see; did he but so much dare, But more my patience would, or could not bear. And thus my fears so numberless are grown, Who all the ways and arts of Love have known. No fear of this in you, yet ev'n to shun Suspicion, keep your Garments always down; Still ask your Man to drink, but let no kiss Purchase the favour with unequal price. Whilst yet he drinks, into his Cup infuse More Wine, inviting sleep and soft repose. Occasion then it self will teach us, how We should improve it to the best employ. When you begin to rise, we'll all rise too Midst of the Press you least observ'd may go,

And thus for Plots industrious I have been, Which a few coming hours will render vain. The night now envious to my hopes, comes on, And I divorc'd from her must lye alone. Her Husbands Pris'ner she must be all night; Yet to the door I'll follow her in sight. Then he shall clasp you in his rude embrace, And rifle all the sweets upon your face, Exact the pleasures which to Laws you owe, But freely to my Love a gift bestow; Yet do not easie, but as fore't comply To the cold duty of a drudgery. If wishes can prevail, a starv'd delight Shall be the Harvest of his toilsome night, Whate'er his Fortune is, to me deny That he enjoy'd you, I'll believe the lye.