Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AN EPITALAMIE TO SIR THOMAS SOUTHWELL AND HIS LADIE, by ROBERT HERRICK Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Now, now's the time; so oft by truth Last Line: Two, like two ripe shocks of corn. Subject(s): Marriage; Weddings; Husbands; Wives | ||||||||
I. Now, now's the time; so oft by truth Promis'd sho'd come to crown your youth. Then Faire ones, doe not wrong Your joyes, by staying long: Or let Love's fire goe out, By lingring thus in doubt: But learn, that Time once lost, Is ne'r redeem'd by cost. Then away; come, Hymen guide To the bed, the bashfull Bride. II. Is it (sweet maid) your fault these holy Bridall-Rites goe on so slowly? Deare, is it this you dread, The losse of Maiden-head? Beleeve me; you will most Esteeme it when 'tis lost: Then it no longer keep, Lest Issue lye asleep. Then away; come, Hymen guide To the bed, the bashfull Bride. III. These Precious-Pearly-Purling teares, But spring from ceremonious feares. And 'tis but Native shame, That hides the loving flame: And may a while controule The soft and am'rous soule; But yet, Loves fire will wast Such bashfulnesse at last. Then away; come, Hymen guide To the bed, the bashfull Bride. IV. Night now hath watch'd her self half blind; Yet not a Maiden-head resign'd! 'Tis strange, ye will not flie To Love's sweet mysterie. Might yon Full-Moon the sweets Have, promis'd to your sheets; She soon wo'd leave her spheare, To be admitted there. Then away; come, Hymen guide To the bed, the bashfull Bride. V. On, on devoutly, make no stay; While Domiduca leads the way: And Genius who attends The bed for luckie ends: With Juno goes the houres, And Graces strewing flowers. And the boyes with sweet tunes sing, Hymen, O Hymen bring Home the Turtles; Hymen guide To the bed, the bashfull Bride. VI. Behold! how Hymens Taper-light Shews you how much is spent of night, See, see the Bride-grooms Torch Halfe wasted in the porch. And now those Tapers five, That shew the womb shall thrive: Their silv'rie flames advance, To tell all prosp'rous chance Still shall crown the happy life Of the good man and the wife. VII. Move forward then your Rosie feet, And make, what ere they touch, turn sweet. May all, like flowrie Meads Smell, where your soft foot treads; And every thing assume To it, the like perfume: As Zephirus when he 'spires Through Woodbine, and Sweet-bryers. Then away; come Hymen, guide To the bed the bashfull Bride. VIII. And now the yellow Vaile, at last, Over her fragrant cheek is cast. Now seems she to expresse A bashfull willingnesse: Shewing a heart consenting; As with a will repenting. Then gently lead her on With wise suspicion: For that, Matrons say, a measure Of that Passion sweetens Pleasure. IX. You, you that be of her neerest kin, Now o're the threshold force her in. But to avert the worst; Let her, her fillets first Knit to the posts: this point Remembring, to anoint The sides: for 'tis a charme Strong against future harme: And the evil deads, the which There was hidden by the Witch. X. O Venus! thou, to whom is known The best way how to loose the Zone Of Virgins! Tell the Maid, She need not be afraid: And bid the Youth apply Close kisses, if she cry: And charge, he not forbears Her, though she wooe with teares. Tel them, now they must adventer, Since that Love and Night bid enter. XI. No Fatal Owle the Bedsted keeps, With direful notes to fright your sleeps: No Furies, here about, To put the Tapers out, Watch, or did make the bed: 'Tis Omen full of dread: But all faire signs appeare Within the Chamber here. Juno here, far off, doth stand Cooling sleep with charming wand. XII. Virgins, weep not; 'twill come, when, As she, so you'l be ripe for men. Then grieve her not, with saying She must no more a Maying: Or by Rose-buds devine, Who'l be her Valentine. Nor name those wanton reaks Y'ave had at Barly-breaks. But now kisse her, and thus say, Take time Lady while ye may. XIII. Now barre the doors, the Bride-groom puts The eager Boyes to gather Nuts. And now, both Love and Time To their full height doe clime: O! give them active heat And moisture, both compleat: Fit Organs for encrease, To keep, and to release That, which may the honour'd Stem Circle with a Diadem. XIV. And now, Behold! the Bed or Couch That ne'r knew Brides, or Bride-grooms touch, Feels in it selfe a fire; And tickled with Desire, Pants with a Downie brest, As with a heart possest: Shrugging as it did move, Ev'n with the soule of love. And (oh!) had it but a tongue, Doves, 'two'd say, yee bill too long. XV. O enter then! but see ye shun A sleep, untill the act be done. Let kisses, in their close, Breathe as the Damask Rose: Or sweet, as is that gumme Doth from Panchaia come. Teach Nature now to know, Lips can make Cherries grow Sooner, then she, ever yet, In her wisdome co'd beget. XVI. On your minutes, hours, dayes, months, years, Drop the fat blessing of the sphears. That good, which Heav'n can give To make you bravely live; Fall, like a spangling dew, By day, and night on you. May Fortunes Lilly-hand Open at your command; With all luckie Birds to side With the Bride-groom, and the Bride. XVII. Let bounteous Fate your spindles full Fill, and winde up with whitest wooll. Let them not cut the thred Of life, untill ye bid. May Death yet come at last; And not with desp'rate hast: But when ye both can say, Come, Let us now away. 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