The Hasty Bride-groom: OR,
The rarest sport that ha
[...]h of late been tri'd,
Between a lusty
Bride-grome and his
Bride.
To the Tune of,
Bass his Carreer: Or.
Bow Bells
COme from y
e Temple away to the Bed.
[...] y
e Marchant transports home his treasure
Be not so coy Lady since we are wed,
tis no sin to tast of the pleasure:
Then come let us be,
Blith merry and frée;
Vpon my life all the Waiters are gon:
and 'tis so
that they know
where you go,
say not no,
For I mean to make bold with my owne.
What is't to me though our hands joyned be,
if our bodies be still kept assunder.
Shall it be said, their goes a married Maid,
indéed we will have no such wonder;
Therefore let's jmbrace,
There's non sées thy face,
The Bride-maids that waited are gone:
non can spy,
how you lye
nere deny,
but say I
For indeed jle make bold with my own.
Then come let us kiss & let us tast of that bliss
which brave Lords and Ladies enjoy'd,
If all Maids should bée of the humour of thée,
Generation would soon be destroy'd;
Then where are those joys
The G
[...]rls and the Boys,
Wouldst thou live in the world all alone,
don't distroy,
but enjoy,
séem not coy,
for a toy,
For indeed jle make bold with my own.
Sweet Love do not frown, put off thy Gown,
tis a Garment unfit for the night,
Some say that black hath a relishing smak,
I had rather be dealing with white:
Then be not a fraid,
For you are not betray'd,
Since we two are together alone:
I invite,
you this night,
to do right,
my delight,
Is forthwith to make bold with my own
Prethée begin don't delay but unpin,
for my humour I cannot prevent it,
You are too straight lac'd & your Gorget's so fast,
undo it or I straight way will rend it
Or to end all the strife,
Il'e cut it with my knif,
Tis to long to stay til it is undone:
let thy wast,
be unlac'd,
and in half,
be imbrac't,
For I long to be bold with my own.
The second Part,
to the same Tune.
FEel here on my hand, how you make me to stand
even ready to starve in the cold;
O why shouldst thou be, so hard-hearted to me
that loves the more dearer then Gold:
And as thou hast béen,
Like fair
Venus the Quéen,
Most compleat in thy parts every ane:
let me find,
that thy mind,
is inclin'd
to be kind;
So that I may make with my own.
As thou art fair, and more swéet then the Air
that dallies on
Julies brave Roses,
Now let mée be, to that Garden a Key,
which the Flowers of Virgins incloses,
And I will not bée,
Too rough unto thée,
For my nature unto mildness is prone;
do no lesse
but undresse
and unlace,
all a pace.
For this night jle make bold with my own.
When I have found, thée temprate and sound
thy swéet breast I will take for my Pillow
Tis great pitty y
t we which newly married be
should be forc'd to wear the gréen-Willow:
We shall be blest,
And live swéetly at rest,
When we two are vnited in one.
with content,
and consent,
I am bent,
my intent,
Is this night to make bold with my own.
The Ladies Loving Reply.
WElcome dear Love all y
e powers above,
are well pleased at our
happy[?] meeting;
The heavens have decrée, & y
e earth is agréed
that I should imbrace my own Swéeting:
At Bed and at Board
Both in Déed and in word.
My affection to thée shall shown:
thou art mine,
I am thine,
let us joyne,
and combine,
Jle not bar thee from what is thy own.
Our Brid-bed is made, y
u shalt be my comrade
for to lodge in my arms all night,
Where thou shalt inioy being frée from anoy
all the sport wherein Love takes delight:
Our mirth shall be crown'd,
And our triump renownd:
Then Swéet-heart let thy valour be shown,
take thy fill,
do thy will,
use thy skill,
welcome still
why shouldst thou not make bold with thy own
The Bride-groom & Brid w
t much joy on each side
then togeather they to Bed both
[...] go
But what they did there I did neither sée nor hear,
nor I do not desire to know,
But by
Cupids aid,
They being well laid,
They made sport by themselves alon:
being plac'd,
she unlac'd,
he uncas'd,
she imbrac'd,
Then he stoutly made bold with his own.
Finis.
London, Printed for Francis Grove dwelling on Snow-hill