THE FIRST PLEASURE.

_The Consent is given, the Match concluded, and the Wedding kept._


Now, O Lover, till this time you have been indeavouring, slaving,
turmoiling, sighing, groaning, hoping and begging to get from those
slow and tardy lips, that long-wish'd for word of Consent; you have
also sent many messengers to your Mistriss, to her Parents and Tutors,
who were as able to express themselves as the best Orators, but could
obtain nothing; yet at last that long desired Word, is once descended
by the Draw-bridge of her lips, like a rich cordial upon your
languishing heart. You have vanquish'd all your Rivals. Oh who can
imagine your joy! What you think, or what you do, still your thoughts
glance upon your happiness! your Mistriss now will be willing; denials
are laid aside: only ther's a little shame and fear, which canot of a
sudden be so totally forgotten, because the marriage is not yet
concluded. Well, O Lover, who could desire a greater happiness then
you now possess! For what you will, she will also: and what she
desires, is all your pleasure. You may now tumble in a bed of Lillies
and Roses; for all sour looks, are turn'd to sweet smiles, and she
that used to thrust you from her, pulls you now every foot to her.
Yea, those snow-white breasts, which before you durst scarce touch
with your little finger; you may now, without asking leave, grasp by
whole handfuls. Certainly, they that at full view, consider all this
rightly; who can doubt but that you are the happiest man in the World?