IDENTILIN$$  X015B39| Harley 6931| ff.7v-8| \E:GAS\o\7-17, 7-18-92
015.B39.HE1 %XTo his M%5ris%6 as shee was going to bed.
015.B39.001 Come, Madam, come, all rest my powres defy
015.B39.002 Vntill I labour I in labour ly
015.B39.003 The foe oftimes having the foe in sight
015.B39.004 Is tir'd with standing though he never fight
015.B39.005 Of w%5th%6 y%5t%6 zone, like heavens glistering
015.B39.006 But a farre brighter world encompassing
015.B39.007 Vnpinne that spangled brestplate, w%5ch%6 you weare
015.B39.008 That th'eyes of busy fooles may be stopt there
015.B39.009 Vnlace y%5r%6 selfe for y%5t%6 harmonious chime
015.B39.010 Tells me from you y%5t%6 now tis your bed time
015.B39.011 Off w%5th%6 y%5t%6 happy buske w%5ch%6 I envy
015.B39.012 That still can bee and still can stand so nigh
015.B39.013 Your gownes going of such beautious shade re/veales
015.B39.014 As when from flowry meades th'hills shaddow steales [cw:om]
015.B39.015 Off w%5th%6 your wiry coronet, and shew
015.B39.016 Th'hairy diadem w%5ch%6 on you doth grow
015.B39.017 Now of w%5th%6 those shoes and then softly tread
015.B39.018 On loues hallowed temple this soft bed
015.B39.019 In such wite robes heaven's Angels vse to bee
015.B39.020 Receiud by men thou Angell bringst w%5th%6 thee
015.B39.021 A heaven like Mahomets Paradise, and though
015.B39.022 All spiritts walke in white, wee eas'ly know
015.B39.023 By this these Angells from an evill sprite
015.B39.024 They set our haires but theise our flesh vpright
015.B39.025 License my roving hands and let them goe
015.B39.026 Betweene, before, aboue beneath, below
015.B39.027 [ind3sp]Oh my America, my new found land
015.B39.028 My Kingdome safest when by one man man'd
015.B39.029 My mine of precious stones; my emperye,
015.B39.030 How blest am I in thus discovering thee
015.B39.031 To enter in these bands is to bee free
015.B39.032 Then where my hand is set, my seale shall bee
015.B39.033 Sweete nakednesse all ioyes are due to thee
015.B39.034 As soules vnbodyed, so bodyes vncloath'd must bee
015.B39.035 To tast these ioyes: gems w%5ch%6 you women vse
015.B39.036 Are like Atlanta's balls cast in mens views,
015.B39.037 That when a fooles ey lighteth on a gemme
015.B39.038 his earthly soule may covet theirs not them:
015.B39.039 Like pictures, or like bookes gay covering made
015.B39.040 For laymen are all woemen thus array'd;
015.B39.041 Themselues are mysticke bookes, w%5ch%6 only wee
015.B39.042 Whom their imputed grace will deifye,
015.B39.043 Must see reveald: then since y%5t%6 I may know
015.B39.044 As liberally as to a midwife shew
015.B39.045 Thy selfe. Caste all, yea this white linnen hence,
015.B39.046 Here is no pennance for pure innocence,
015.B39.047 To teach I'me naked first, why than
015.B39.048 What needs you haue more coveringe then man?
015.B39.0SS D%5r%6 Iohn: Donne
015.B39.0$$ %1next p. had epigrams by J. Deane (this scribe distinguished); no ind. except l. 27 ind 3 sp.%2