15th century erotic literature

A friend of mine (an English major) sent me this on the eve of his examination. I thought I’d share. It’s really nice in my opinion, though often times funny.

Unpin that spangled breastplate which you wear,
That th’eyes of busy fools may be stopped there.

Unlace yourself, for that harmonious chime
Tells me from you that now it is bed time.

Off with that happy busk, which I envy,
That still can be, and still can stand so nigh.

Your gown going off, such beauteous state reveals,
As when from flowery meads th’hills shadow steals.

Off with your wiry coronet and show
The hairy diadem which on you doth grow:

Now off with those shoes: and then safely tread
In this love’s hallowed temple, this soft bed.

In such white robes heaven’s angels used to be
Received by men; thou, Angel, bring’st with thee

A heaven like Mahomet’s Paradise; and though
Ill spirits walk in white, we easily know

By this these Angels from an evil sprite:
Those set our hairs, but these our flesh upright.

License my roving hands, and let them go
Before, behind, between, above, below.