The Hasty Bride-Groom.
OR,
The rarest sport that hath been try'd
Between a lusty Bride-groom and his Bride.
To the Tune of, Bass his Carrier: Or, Bow Bells.
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COme from the Temple away to the Bed,
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as the Merchant transports home his treasure
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Be not so coy Lady since we are wed,
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'tis no sin to taste of the pleasure:
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then come let us be,
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blith merry and free,
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Upon my life all the waiters are gone,
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and 'tis so,
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that they know,
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where you go,
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say not no,
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For I mean to make bold with my own.
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What is it to me though our hands joyned be,
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if our bodies be still kept asunder:
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Shall it be sai'd, their goes a marryed maid,
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indeed we will have no such wonder,
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therefore let's imbrace,
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there's none sees thy face,
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The Bride-maids that waited are gone:
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none can spy,
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how you lye,
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ne'r deny,
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but say I,
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For I mean to make bold with my own.
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Then come let us kiss, and taste of that bliss,
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which brave Lords and Ladys injoy'd:
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If maidens should be, of the humour of thee,
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Generations would soon be destroy'd:
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then where were those joys:
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the Girls and the Boys,
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Would'st live in the World all alone?
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don't destroy,
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but enjoy,
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seem not coy,
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for a toy:
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For indeed I'le make bold with my own.
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SWeet love do not frown, but put off thy gown,
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'tis a Garment unfit for the night:
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Some say that black hath a relishing smack,
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I had rather be dealing in white,
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then be not afraid,
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for you are not betray'd,
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Since we are together alone;
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I invite
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you this night,
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to do right,
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my delight,
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Is forthwith to make use of my own.
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Prethee begin, don't delay but unpin,
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for my honour I cannot prevent it:
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You a[?] [?]lac'd, and your Gorgets so fast,
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undo [?] way will rend it;
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or [?] [?]e strife,
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i'le [?] with my Knife,
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'Tis too long [?] way till 'tis undone:
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let thy [?]t,
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be unlac'd.
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and in hast,
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be imbrac'd,
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For I do long to make bold with my own.
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Feel with your hand, how you make me to stand,
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even ready to starve in the cold,
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Oh why should'st thou be, so hard-hearted to me,
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that loves thee more dearer then Gold,
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and as thou hast been,
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like fair Venus the Queen,
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Most pleasant in thy parts every one,
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let me find,
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that my mind,
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is inclin'd,
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to be kind,
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So that I may make bold with my own.
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As thou art fair, and more sweet then the air,
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that dallies on July's brave Roses:
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Now let me be, to that Garden a Key,
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that the Flowers of Virgins incloses:
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and I will not be,
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too rough unto thee,
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For my nature unto mildness is prone:
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do no less,
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then undress,
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and unlace,
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all apace,
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For this night i'le make bold with my own.
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When I have found the temperate and sound,
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thy sweet breast I will make for my Pillow,
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'Tis pitty that we which newly married be,
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should be forc'd to wear the Green Willow.
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we shall be blest,
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and live sweetly at rest,
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Now we two are united in one:
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with content,
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and consent,
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I am bent,
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my intent
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Ishis t[o]night to make bold with my own.
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The Ladies loving reply.
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WElcome dear love all the powers above
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are well pleased at our happy meeting,
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The heavens have decreed & the earth is agreed,
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that I should imbrace my own sweeting:
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at Bed and at board,
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both in deed and in word,
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My affection to thee shall be shown:
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thou art mine,
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I am thine,
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let us joyn,
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and combine,
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I'le not barr thee from what is thy own.
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Our bride-beds made, thou shalt be my comrade
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for to lodge in my arms all the night,
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Where thou shalt enjoy, being free from annoy
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all the sport wherein love takes delight,
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our mirth shall be crown'd,
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and our triumph renown'd,
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Then sweet-heart let thy valour be shown,
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take thy fill,
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do thy will,
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use thy skill,
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welcome still,
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why shouldst thou not make bold with thy own.
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The bride-groom, and bride, with much joy on each side,
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then together to bed they did go,
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But what they did there, I did neither see nor hear
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nor I do not desire to know,
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but by Cupids aid,
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they being well laid
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They made sport by themselves all alone,
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being plac'd
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and unlac'd
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he uncas'd,
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she imbrac'd
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Then he stoutly made bold with his own.
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