91541Till breathless he disjoined and backward drew

542The heavenly moisture, that sweet coral mouth,

543Whose precious taste her thirsty lips well knew,

544Whereon they surfeit, yet complain on drought.

545 He with her plenty pressed, she faint with dearth,

546 Their lips together glued, fall to the earth.

92547Now quick desire hath caught the yielding prey,

548And glutton-like she feeds, yet never filleth.

549Her lips are conquerors, his lips obey,

550Paying what ransom the insulter willeth,

551 Whose vulture thought doth pitch the price so high

552 That she will draw his lips' rich treasure dry.

93553And having felt the sweetness of the spoil,

554With blindfold fury she begins to forage.

555Her face doth reek and smoke, her blood doth boil,

556And careless lust stirs up a desperate courage,

557 Planting oblivion, beating reason back,

558 Forgetting shame's pure blush and honor's wrack.

94559Hot, faint, and weary, with her hard embracing,

560Like a wild bird being tamed with too much handling,

561Or as the fleet-foot roe that's tired with chasing,

562Or like the froward infant stilled with dandling,

563 He now obeys, and now no more resisteth,

564 While she takes all she can, not all she listeth.

95565What wax so frozen but dissolves with temp'ring

566And yields at last to every light impression?

567Things out of hope are compassed oft with vent'ring,

568Chiefly in love, whose leave exceeds commission.

569 Affection faints not like a pale-faced coward

570 But then woos best when most his choice is froward.