html.skin-theme-clientpref-night @media(prefers-color-scheme:dark){html.skin-theme-clientpref-os }he Turrets of a Man of infinite Might;
Of infinite Action; substance Infinite,
Wee make accesse to; whose whole Being rebounds
From Earth to Heauen; & nought but Blisse resounds.
Giue entrie then, ye Dores; more riches yet
Shall enter with me; All the Graces met
In ioy of their fruition: perfect Peace
Confirming All; All crown'd with such encrease,
That euery emptie Vessell in your House
May stand repleate, with all thing precious.
Elaborate Ceres, may your Larders fill
With all deare Delicates; and serue in still.
May, for your Sonne, a Wife make wisht approch,
Into your Towrs; and rapt in, in her Coch
With strong-kneed Mules. May yet, her state proue staid
With honord Huswiferies: Her faire hand laid
To artfull Loomeworks; and her nak't feet treade
The Gumme of Amber, to a Golden Beade.
But I'le returne; Returne; and yet not presse
Youre bounties now assaid, with oft Accesse;
Once a yeere, onely; as the Swallow prates,
Before the welthie Springs wide open Gates.
Meane time I stand at yours: nor purpose stay
More time t'entreate. Giue, or not giue; away
My feet shall beare me; that did neuer come,
With any thought, to make your House, my Home.