¶O thou did
st kill me, kill me once againe,
500Thy eyes
shrowd tutor, that hard heart of thine,
¶Hath taught them
scornfull tricks, &
such di
sdaine,
¶That they haue murdred this poore heart of mine,
¶_And the
se mine eyes true leaders to their queene,
¶_But for thy piteous lips no more had
seene.
505Long may they ki
sse ech other for this cure,
¶Oh neuer let their crim
son liueries weare,
¶And as they la
st, their verdour
still endure,
¶To driue infection from the dangerous yeare:
¶_That the
star-gazers hauing writ on death,
510_May
say, the plague is bani
sht by thy breath.
¶Pure lips,
sweet
seales in my
soft lips imprinted,
¶VVhat bargaines may I make
still to be
sealing?
¶To
sell my
selfe I can be well contented,
¶So thou wilt buy, and pay, and v
se good dealing,
515_VVhich purcha
se if thou make, for feare of
slips,
¶_Set thy
seale manuell, on my wax-red lips.
¶A thou
sand ki
sses buyes my heart from me,
¶And pay them at thy lei
sure, one by one,
¶VVhat is ten hundred touches vnto thee,
520Are they not quickly told, and quickly gone?
¶_Say for non-paimet, that the debt
should double,
¶_Is twentie hundred ki
sses
such a trouble?