The Hasty bridegroom: OR,  
The rarest sport that ha●h of late been tried,  
Between a lusty bridegroom and his Bride.  
To the Tune of, base his career: Or. Bow Bells  

 
 

COme from the Temple away to the Bed.  
〈◊〉 the merchant transports home his treasure  
Be not so coy Lady since we are wed,  
'tis no sin to taste of the pleasure:  
Then come let us be,  
Blithe merry and free;  
Upon my life all the Waiters are gone:  
and 'tis so  
that they know  
where you go,  
say not no,  

For I mean to make bold with my own.    

What is't to me though our hands joined be,  
if our bodies be still kept asunder.  
Shall it be said, their goes a married Maid,  
Indeed we will have no such wonder;  
Therefore let's jmbrace,  
There's none sees thy face,  
The bridemaids that waited are gone:  
non can spy,  
how you lie  
Ne'er deny,  
but say I  

For indeed j'll make bold with my own.    

Then come let us kiss & let us taste of that bliss  
which brave Lords and Ladies enjoyed,  
If all Maids should be of the humour of thee,  
Generation would soon be destroyed;  
Then where are those joys  
The G●rls and the Boys,  
Wouldst thou live in the world all alone,  
don't destroy,  
but enjoy,  
Seem not coy,  
for a toy,  

For indeed j'll 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,  
For you are not betrayed,  
Since we two are together alone:  
I invite,  
you this night,  
to do right,  
my delight,  

Is forthwith to make bold with my own    

Prithee begin don't delay but unpin,  
for my humour I cannot prevent it,  
You are too straight laced & your Gorget's so fast,  
undo it or I straight way will rend it  
Or to end all the strife,  
I'll cut it with my knife,  
'tis to long to stay till it is undone:  
let thy wast,  
be unlaced,  
and in half,  
be embraced,  

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 than Gold:  
And as thou hast been,  
Like fair Venus the Queen,  
Most complete in thy parts every ane:  
let me find,  
that thy mind,  
is inclined  
to be kind;  

So that I may make with my own.    

As thou art fair, and more sweet than the Air  
that dallies on Julies' brave Roses,  
Now let me be, to that Garden a Key,  
which the Flowers of Virgins encloses,  
And I will not be,  
Too rough unto thee,  
For my nature unto mildness is prone;  
do no less  
but undress  
and unlace,  
all a pace.  

For this night j'll make bold with my own.    

When I have found, thee temprate and sound  
thy sweet breast I will take for my Pillow  
'tis great pity that we which newly married be  
should be forced to wear the gréen-Willow:  
We shall be blessed,  
And live sweetly at rest,  
When we two are united 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 the powers above,  
are well pleased at our happy meeting;  
The heavens have decree, & the earth is agreed  
that I should embrace my own sweeting:  
At Bed and at Board  
Both in deed and in word.  
My affection to thee shall shown:  
thou art mine,  
I am thine,  
let us join,  
and combine,  

J'll not bar thee from what is thy own.    

Our Brid-bed is made, thou shalt be my comrade  
for to lodge in my arms all night,  
Where thou shalt enjoy being free from annoy  
all the sport wherein Love takes delight:  
Our mirth shall be crowned,  
And our trump renowned:  
Then sweetheart 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 bridegroom & bird with much joy on each side  
then together they to Bed both 〈◊〉 go  
But what they did there I did neither see nor hear,  
nor I do not desire to know,  
But by Cupid's aid,  
They being well laid,  
They made sport by themselves alone:  
being placed,  
she unlaced,  
he uncased,  
she embraced,  

Then he stoutly made bold with his own.     
Finis.   

London, Printed for Francis Grove dwelling on Snow-hill