The Adamite. 1659

ADam of temper'd Clay was rais'd;
His Body with rich Linnen cas'd;
An earthen Vessel finely glas'd.

But Eve was of a purer frame;
She from compleated Adam came:
From the young Sun so shin'd the Flame.

To him she seem'd a glorious sight;
Her very Nakedness was bright:
Thus is the Moon skin'd o're with light.

Her Innocence no Coverings had;
'Twas Guilt did cause the Fig-leaf shade:
As Beams are hid by Clouds they made.

Besides, the Spring-time now invites
Nature, to bless our wondring sights,
With her rare Closet of Delights.

Lillies (those Virgins of the year)
Their Snowy Bosoms now appear;
Each opening her lac'd Stomacher.

Tulips start from their Winter-beds,
Unfolding their thick Coverlids;
Lie bare, and shew their Maiden-heads.

Roses although with blushes born,
Their green-silk Plackets now are torn,
And shew their beauties to the Morn.

Your Hand faire Lady, then hold by,
Or kindly let my searching Eye
Through th' Lattice of your Fingers pry.

The Russian Empress need not fear,
If Cold or shame would Coverings wear,
She's cloath'd with native Miniver