Maker Omnipotent, and thou the Day,Which we in our appointed work imploydHave finisht happie in our mutual helpAnd mutual love, the Crown of all our blissOrdain'd by thee, and this delicious place
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For us too large, where thy abundance wantsPartakers, and uncropt falls to the ground.But thou hast promis'd from us two a RaceTo fill the Earth, who shall with us extollThy goodness infinite, both when we wake,And when we seek, as now, thy gift of sleep.This said unanimous, and other RitesObserving none, but adoration pureWhich God likes best, into thir inmost bowerHanded they went; and eas'd the putting off
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These troublesom disguises which wee wear,Strait side by side were laid, nor turnd I weeneAdam from his fair Spouse, nor Eve the RitesMysterious of connubial Love refus'd:Whatever Hypocrites austerely talkOf puritie and place and innocence,Defaming as impure what God declaresPure, and commands to som, leaves free to all.Our Maker bids increase, who bids abstainBut our Destroyer, foe to God and Man?
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Haile wedded Love, mysterious Law, true sourceOf human ofspring, sole proprietie,In Paradise of all things common else.By thee adulterous lust was driv'n from menAmong the bestial herds to raunge, by theeFounded in Reason, Loyal, Just, and Pure,Relations dear, and all the CharitiesOf Father, Son, and Brother first were known.Farr be it, that I should write thee sin or blame,Or think thee unbefitting holiest place,
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Perpetual Fountain of Domestic sweets,Whose Bed is undefil'd and chast pronounc't,Present, or past, as Saints and Patriarchs us'd.Here Love his golden shafts imploies, here lightsHis constant Lamp, and waves his purple wings,Reigns here and revels; not in the bought smileOf Harlots, loveless, joyless, unindeard,Casual fruition, nor in Court AmoursMixt Dance, or wanton Mask, or Midnight Bal,Or Serenate, which the starv'd Lover sings
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To his proud fair, best quitted with disdain.These lulld by Nightingales imbraceing slept,And on thir naked limbs the flourie roofShowrd Roses, which the Morn repair'd. Sleep on,Blest pair; and O yet happiest if ye seekNo happier state, and know to know no more.Now had night measur'd with her shaddowie ConeHalf way up Hill this vast Sublunar Vault,And from thir Ivorie Port the CherubimForth issuing at th' accustomd hour stood armd
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To thir night watches in warlike Parade,When Gabriel to his next in power thus spake.Uzziel, half these draw off, and coast the SouthWith strictest watch; these other wheel the North,Our circuit meets full West. As flame they partHalf wheeling to the Shield, half to the Spear.From these, two strong and suttle Spirits he calldThat neer him stood, and gave them thus in charge.