¶And yet not cloy thy lips with loth'd
sacietie,
20But rather fami
sh them amid their plentie,
¶Making them red, and pale, with fre
sh varietie:
¶Ten ki
sses
short as one, one long as twentie:
¶_A
sommers day will
seeme an houre but
short,
¶_Being wa
sted in
such time-beguiling
sport.
25VVith this
she ceazeth on his
sweating palme,
¶The pre
sident of pith, and liuelyhood,
¶And trembling in her pa
ssion, calls it balme,
¶Earths
soueraigne
salue, to do a godde
sse good,
¶_Being
so enrag'd, de
sire doth lend her force,
30_Couragiou
sly to plucke him from his hor
se.
¶Ouer one arme the lu
stie cour
sers raine,
¶Vnder her other was the tender boy,
¶VVho blu
sht, and powted in a dull di
sdaine,
¶VVith leaden appetite, vnapt to toy,
35_She red, and hot, as coles of glovving fier,
¶_He red for
shame, but fro
stie in de
sier.
¶The
studded bridle on a ragged bough,
¶Nimbly
she fa
stens, (ô how quicke is loue!)
¶The
steed is
stalled vp, and euen now,
40To tie the rider
she begins to proue:
¶_Backward
she pu
sht him, as
she would be thru
st,
¶_And gouernd him in
strength though not in lu
st.
