Innocent Love in Triumph:
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The Joys of Wedlock made Manifest.
Being a most pleasant Delightful New Play Song.
No Love like that which Innocence does Crown,
On which Hell's Daughter Jealousie, can't frown;
Nor is it like the Smiles that Harlots sell,
But Chast as those who in Elizium dwell:
All joys attend it, and all Blessings wait,
To make fair Celia's long-wish'd Joys compleat.
To the Tune of, The Oxfords Bells.
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SEe how the charming Celia lies,
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upon her Bridal Bed,
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There's no such beauty at Court,
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She's fit for the Sport,
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and she looks so lovely white and red:
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After the first and second Bout,
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the Bridegroom 'gins to slack his pace,
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But she crys come to me,
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and lay your Cheeks close to my face:
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Tinckle, tinckle, goes the Bed to the Bell,
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whilst common time they keep,
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With a parting Kiss, they end their Bliss,
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and so retire to sleep.
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Until the Morning it does dawn,
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and the sweet Lark does sing,
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When shades they begin for to fade,
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That did the world invade,
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and discloses the pleasures o' th Spring:
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Then they to walk abroad prepare,
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and in some Grove lye down,
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When her white Thighs she does lay bare,
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Whilst his Clapper does make his great Bell roar,
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the first and second Peal,
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Whilst that in their joy, they seem not coy,
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nor their Passions conceal.
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For the joy it being past,
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fresh ones they still do bloom,
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As if all things did conspire,
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To yield their desire,
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with such sweet joys that will ne'r consume:
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But whilst the Christial Springs do stream,
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And Mirtle Shades most pleasant are,
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which the Nimphs they do raise;
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Whilst they embrace each other still,
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with all the pleasures Cupid can yield,
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Whilst they pant in Love, the powers above,
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with Envy view the Field.
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And wish they so happy were,
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such Charms that they might know,
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And Venus herself grows proud,
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to see how they crowd,
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to admire her Conquests here below:
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Where Cupid did shoot equal Darts,
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and made each feel his mighty Power
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Which nothing can resist,
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but his Godhead all must adore:
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Whilst he makes each proud heart to submit,
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to his oblieging will,
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While Celia does keep, her Spouse from sleep
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and makes him his task fulfill.
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Then to feed the tender Lambs
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unto the Folds they haste,
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And the Violet Beds they press,
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Then the time you'l guess,
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they neither of them do idly waste:
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But with soft murmers Charms of Love,
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each other they do still supply,
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No joys like harmless Love,
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which lasting is, and cannot dye:
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But endless joy it does still create,
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which nothing can exceed,
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While the streams below, do freely flow,
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and great contentment breed.
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Damon and Celia in their Love,
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seek each for to outvie,
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To the wo[r]ld examples set,
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None so true e're met,
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since bright Pheobus did adorn the sky:
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How blessed then are wedlock joys,
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where all things do conspire out Bliss,
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When soft, the fair Bride crys,
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love Charms with a murmuring kiss:
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While under the window the Musick sounds,
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she hugs him in her arms,
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On her back she lyes, with turn'd up eyes,
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and lulls him with her Charms.
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