COME thou, who are the wine and wit       Of all I've writ: The grace, the glory, and the best       Piece of the rest. Thou art of what I did intend       The all and end; And what was made, was made to meet       Thee, thee, my sheet. Come then and be to my chaste side       Both bed and bride: We two, as reliques left, will have       Once rest, one grave: And hugging close, we will not fear       Lust entering here: Where all desires are dead and cold       As is the mould; And all affections are forgot,       Or trouble not. Here, here, the slaves and prisoners be       From shackles free: And weeping widows long oppress'd       Do here find rest. The wronged client ends his laws       Here, and his cause. Here those long suits of Chancery lie       Quiet, or die: And all Star-Chamber bills do cease       Or hold their peace. Here needs no Court for our Request       Where all are best, All wise, all equal, and all just       Alike i' th' dust. Nor need we here to fear the frown       Of court or crown: Where fortune bears no sway o'er things,       There all are kings. In this securer place we'll keep       As lull'd asleep; Or for a little time we'll lie       As robes laid by; To be another day re-worn,       Turn'd, but not torn: Or like old testaments engross'd,       Lock'd up, not lost. And for a while lie here conceal'd,       To be reveal'd Next at the great Platonick year,       And then meet here.

Platonick year] the perfect or cyclic year, when the sun, moon, and five planets end their revolutions together and start anew. See Timaeus, p. 39.