¶So
soone was
she along, as he was downe,
¶Each leaning on their elbowes and their hips:
45Now doth
she
stroke his cheek, now doth he frown,
¶And gins to chide, but
soone
she
stops his lips,
¶_And ki
ssing
speaks, with lu
stful language broken,
¶_If thou wilt chide, thy lips
shall neuer open.
¶He burnes with ba
shfull
shame,
she with her teares
50Doth quench the maiden burning of his cheekes,
¶Then with her windie
sighes, and golden heares,
¶To fan, and blow them drie againe
she
seekes.
¶_He
saith,
she is immode
st, blames her mi
sse,
¶_VVhat followes more,
she murthers with a ki
sse.
55Euen as an emptie Eagle
sharpe by fa
st,
¶Tires with her beake on feathers, fle
sh, and bone,
¶Shaking her wings, deuouring all in ha
st,
¶Till either gorge be
stuft, or pray be gone:
¶_Euen
so
she ki
st his brow, his cheeke, his chin,
60_And where
she ends,
she doth anew begin.
¶For
st to content, but neuer to obey,
¶Panting he lies, and breatheth in her face.
She feedeth on the steame, as on a pray,
¶And calls it heauenly moi
sture, aire of grace,
65_VVi
shing her cheeks were gardens ful offlowers,
¶_So they were dew'd with
such di
stilling
showers.
