Epithalamium Amatorium To Aurora

Why peeps the envious Morne so soon upon
The pleasures of our bed?
Pul back thy fierie coursers Phaeton!
And drive not til I bid!
And lest thy headstrong steeds their reins shu'd break,
That Virgin girdle take
I now unti'd! too soon for you it is
And me, our rosie. nests to leave, and rise.

Have I so many tedious Suns beheld
And nights in sighing spent,
E'r to temptation I could make her yield?
And would you now prevent
The long-wisht harvest of my joys delight?
Nor grant as long a night?
Go back to thy lov'd Thetis bosome! go!
Whilst in our beds wee'l sport it longer too.

I'd have the world til we our curtains ope,
Expect the Morning star,
And from my glorious Darlings blushes, hope
The Day may once appear:
'Tshud be then alwaies night she saies, that we
Might ne'r discover'd be.
So might it be! for whilst she's in mine arme,
In her Suns shade I'd keep me ever warme.