115Touch but my lips with tho
se faire lips of thine,
¶Though mine be not
so faire, yet are they red,
¶The ki
sse
shalbe thine owne as well as mine,
¶VVhat
see
st thou in the ground? hold vp thy head,
¶_Looke in mine ey-bals, there thy beautie lyes,
120_Then why not lips on lips,
since eyes in eyes?
¶Art thou a
sham'd to ki
sse? then winke againe,
¶And I will winke,
so
shall the day
seeme night.
¶Loue keepes his reuels where there are but twaine:
¶Be bold to play, our
sport is not in
sight,
125_The
se blew-veind violets whereon we leane,
¶_Neuer can blab, nor know not what we meane.
¶The tender
spring vpon thy tempting lip,
¶Shewes thee vnripe; yet mai
st thou well be ta
sted,
¶Make v
se of time, let not aduantage
slip,
130Beautie within it
selfe
should not bewa
sted,
¶_Faire flowers that are not gathred in their prime,
¶_Rot, and con
sume them
selues in litle time.
¶VVere I hard-fauourd, foule, or wrinckled old,
¶Il-nurtur'd, crooked, churli
sh, har
sh invoice,
135Ore-worne, de
spi
sed, reumatique, and cold,
¶Thick-
sighted, barren, leane, and lacking iuyce;
¶_Thē might
st thou pau
se, forthē I were not for thee,
¶_But hauing no defects, why doe
st abhor me?
