Loves fancy, or, The young-mans dream being a caveat for all young men and maids, to make hay in sun-shine and often in shades, for maiden-heads ripe, like corn in their prime, ungathered will shed after harvest-time, to a pleasant new tune, or the the Hay-makers march.

LOVES Fancy , OR , The Young-mans Dream . Being a Caveat for all Young men and Maids . To make Hay in Sun-shine and often in shades , For Maiden-heads ripe , like corn in their prime , Ungathered , will shed after Harvest-time . To a pleasant new Tune , or the Hay-makers march .

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SHe lay naked in her Bed and I my self lay by , No Weyl nor Curtain there was spread no Covering but I ; Her Hair upon both shoulders streak , to bear on carelesse wise ; And full of blushes were her chéeks her wishes were her eyes . The blood still flushing in her face , as on a Message came , To shew that in some other place it meant some other Game . Her neather lip most plump and fair , millions of kisses crown , Which ripe and uncropt dangle there , Her golden hair of Cupids wire , had caught my heart in snare ; Like Phaebus in her best attire adorn'd her body fair ; Had I then béen the Marygold , seal'd up by drowzy night , At her bright beams I should unfold , my Stalk would stand upright . Her pretty dimple in her chin : where Cupid sléeping lay , As if it had Loves valley béen , for to repose the Boy : Her Lilly Neck no Pearl more white , rich Carkenets defie , As if it did my Arms invite ,

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THe Rivolet betwéen her breasts , Heavens Nectar did distil , Where Venus Doves do build their Nests and do each other bill . I took it for the Milky way that leads unto all blisse , But that the Muses well , some say , below it placed is . Her Breasts that were full swel'd and high bred pleasant pain in me , For all the world I did defie to that Felicity ; Her thighs and belly soft and plump , to me was only shown , T'ave séen such meat and not to eat would have anger'd any stone . Her knées lay up and gently bent and all lay hollow under , As if on easie terms they meant , if toucht , to fall asunder , Iust so the Cyprian Quéen did stay , expecting in her Bower , Which so long time had kept the Boy beyond his promis'd hour . Thus in a trance long time I stood , cantiv'd to her desire Loves Feaver kindled in my blood , which from her eyes took fire : Iust so the Phaenix when she dies wrapt in her Spicy bed , Her self with her own ashes lyes by which her young ones bred . Then streight I was resolv'd to try , the power of my Love , A second thought gets victory , and doth my reason move ; Thus as I stood 'twixt hope and fear , not knowing what to do , As if in Cupids Net I were , thus she began to wooe . Dull Clown , quoth she , dost thou deny this profer'd blisse to take , Canst thou finde out some other way , similitudes to make ; Mad with delight I thundred in , and threw my Arms about h●r , But when I wak d it was but a dream , and so I lay without her . But when I wak'd 〈◇〉 was but a dream , and so I lay without her . FINIS .