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572Such nectar from his lips she had not sucked.
573Foul words and frowns must not repel a lover.
574What though the rose have prickles, yet 'tis plucked.
575 Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast,
576 Yet love breaks through and picks them all at last.
578The poor fool prays her that he may depart.
579She is resolved no longer to restrain him,
580Bids him farewell and look well to her heart,
581 The which, by Cupid's bow she doth protest,
582 He carries thence encagèd in his breast.
584For my sick heart commands mine eyes to watch.
585Tell me, love's master, shall we meet tomorrow?
586Say, shall we, shall we? Wilt thou make the match?"
587 He tells her, "No." Tomorrow he intends
588 To hunt the boar with certain of his friends.
590Like lawn being spread upon the blushing rose,
591Usurps her cheek; she trembles at his tale,
592And on his neck her yoking arms she throws.
593 She sinketh down, still hanging by his neck.
594 He on her belly falls; she on her back.
596Her champion mounted for the hot encounter.
597All is imaginary she doth prove.
598He will not manage her, although he mount her;
599 That worse than Tantalus' is her annoy,
600 To clip Elysium and to lack her joy.