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The Gentlewoman's Companion: or, A Guide to the Female Sex, an electronic edition

by Hannah Woolley [Woolley, Hannah, fl. 1670]

date: 1675
source publisher: Printed by A. Maxwell for Edward Thomas
collection: Early Modern through the 18th Century

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Pleasant Discourses and witty Dialogues between Males and Females, as well gentiliz'd by Birth as accomplish by generous Education.

| | 248 The Resolute Lover: A Pastoral Dialogue.

Amyntas. Stay, dearest, stay.
Amarillis, Shepherd, why do you thus follow me?
Amyns. I needs must follow, Sweetest, for you have my heart.
Amar. Who I prithee tell me where it is, and how I shall restore it?
Amynt. It hangs upon your eyes; but being there scorched with disdain, and dazled with their sufier, it flies for ease unto your rosie lips; but being repulsed thence with harsh denials, it hovers still about you, hoping to rest it self within your breast; but all its endeavours have been fruitless, for your hard heart would not give it entertainment.
Amar. Well, if my heart be so hard as you would make it, I rejoice in my safety, it being then strong enough to be a sence to my honour.
Amynt. You make a sence in vain to guard the Sheep where no Wolf ever came.
Amar. O but my fears, Amyntas! How shall I cherish the man that would undo my Chasity?

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Amynt. Then cherish me, who never attempted any thing to cast a spot on that white innocence to which I am a most religious Votary.
Amar. And canst thou love, and yet he chaste in thy desires?
Amynt. Yes, fairest, I could be content to love and have our souls united, though we are not conjoined in our persons.
Amar. Let me contain thee then within mine arms; the force of greatest winds that shake, nay root up the aged Oak, shall not divide us.
Amynt. My joys do overflow! My happpiness, is too great to survive the enjoyment: O let me vent my grateful heart, or else it burst! Here, here's a spreading Poplar, under whose cooler shade thou salt seal thy promise Amaryllis.
Amar. 'Tis done, not to be repented of; and now methinks I here could stay, my dear Amyntas, till death moved his cold dart, and beckned ut to follow him to the lower shades; and by his angry power, make these my warm embraces cold.
Amynt. May we never, never part,
That thy delight I may prolong,
Decar Amarillis hear this Song.
Come my sweet, whilst every strain
Calls our souls into the ear,
Where thy greedy listnings fair
Would run into the sound they hear.
Lest in desire.
To fill the Quire,
Themselves they tye
To harmony.
Let's kiss and call them back again.

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Now let us orderly convey.
Our Souls into each others Breast,
Where interchanged let them stay,
Slumbering in a melting rest.
Then with new fire
Let them retire
And still present
Sweet fresh content;
Youthful as the early day.
Then let us a turmult make
Shuffing so our Souls, that we,
Careless who did give or take,
May not know in whom they be.
Then let each smother
And stifle, the other,
Till we expire
In gentle fire;
Scorning the forgetful Lake.
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