Mr. Playstowes Epithalamium:
OR
The Mariage of Pandarus and Flora.
To the tune of Ha oer ha oer the water.
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A Wedding hay, a wedding hoe,
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Sir Pandar marries Flora:Looke for no solemne bidding hoe,
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the feast for to decore-a.
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Let every streete, of Trading meete,
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the Wedding to adore-a:Both he and she of Brothelrie,
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thats Pandar, Baude, or Whore-a.
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God Priapus, the Bride-knight is,
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and leades the Lads before-a:With cakes of spice old Meretrice,
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comes ushering mistresse Flora.
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The route consi[st]s, of Amorists,
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and painted faces store-a:Theres Tib for Tom and Ned for Nan,
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and every Knave is hoe-there.
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Don Cupids priest with Co[zen-]crest,
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their galls hath joind together:
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A peale of hornes, the match adornes,
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And windes them fast forever.
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Obscenitie, and Ribauldrie,
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goes fidling on before them:Desire is guide, and loades the Bride,
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with Baldpate to adore them
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In at the dore, with kissings store,
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the Damsels are received:
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And every guest, downe to the feast,
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in Equipage is seated.
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Ryat, Excesse, and Wontonnesse,
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upon the guests attendeth:Quack-salvers stand, with Drugs in hand,
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to helpe if ought offendeth.
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At cupboord by with vigill eye,
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doth stand Apothycaries:For every griefe, to lend reliefe,
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with oyles and applicasies.
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Rich waters rare in vyols are,
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for buboes and for poxes:If other wrong shall chance among,
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thers Antidotes in boxes.
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The Rhenish boules, among them troules,
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hot Sacke and Aquavitie:Tobacco than, from man to man,
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besmoakes the roomes as titelie.
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A ribaald song, by every tongue,
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throughout the house is canted:God Bacchus skinkes, to all their drinkes,
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there was no liquor wanted.
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The second part. To the same tune.
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DIsease and Need bids them good speed,
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but Lust is deafe and heares not:
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For Venus glance, and dallyance,
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besot them so they feare not:The Fidlers sing, Lads closely cling,
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and make your right conjunctum:
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The Lasses throate, to every noate,
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o Io, Io Punctum.
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God Pan com[es] in, and brings with him,
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a maske of sundry Gallants:As Squires and Knights, and city wights,
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crownd all with Vulcans talants:To them comes Lust, with Baudy thrust,
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of wanton wenches many:Who daunce and sing, and clip and cling,
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no matter whoso any.
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The rusticke rout, thus skipt about
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the hall, in antique faces:
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While Bacchus bowles turnd all their nowles
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out of their sober places.
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Like Silvans fayre, with horne and hayre,
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they daunct the Cornucopia:With forked shapes to shew the scapes
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of this their Lady Flora.
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All civill joyes by wanton toyes
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to surfets were submitted:
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And hayrelesse sculs markt out for guls,
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in being not stedfast witted.
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Blinde beldams came, all halting lame,
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to shew the maskers folly,
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That young bred lust would turne to dust,
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and mirth to melancholy.
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The five fine senses, by expences
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were hyred slaves to riot:The sight imbrast with touch and tast,
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to feede on wantons diet.
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The care and smell on pleasures dwell,
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when Panders prove their keepers:Luxurious play, thus spent the day.
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the senses all lay sleepors.
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Blacke night drew on, and every one,
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unto his lasse betakes him:But Drunkennesse, so drowld the guesse,
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Delight could not awake them.
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In honest names, so soyld their fames,
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at peeping of Aurora:
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Like headlesse flies, away each hyes,
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ashamd of Pandars Flora.
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