20115Touch but my lips with tho
se faire lips of thine,
116Though mine be not
so faire, yet are they red,
117The ki
sse
shalbe thine owne as well as mine,
118What
see
st thou in the ground? hold vp thy head,
119 Looke in mine ey-bals, there thy beautie lyes,
120 Then why not lips on lips,
since eyes in eyes?
21121Art thou a
sham'd to ki
sse? then winke againe,
122And I will winke,
so
shall the day
seeme night.
123Loue keepes his reuels where there are but twaine:
124Be bold to play, our
sport is not in
sight,
125 The
se blew-veind violets whereon we leane,
126 Neuer can blab, nor know not what we meane.
22127The tender
spring vpon thy tempting lip,
128Shewes thee vnripe; yet mai
st thou well be ta
sted,
129Make v
se of time, let not aduantage
slip,
130Beautie within it
selfe
should not bewa
sted,
131 Faire
flowers that are not gathred in their prime,
132 Rot, and con
sume them
selues in litle time.
23133Were I hard-fauourd, foule, or wrinckled old,
134Il-nurtur'd, crooked, churli
sh, har
sh invoice,
135Ore-worne, de
spi
sed, reumatique, and cold,
136Thick-
sighted, barren, leane, and lacking iuyce;
137 Thē might
st thou pau
se, forthē I were not for thee,
138 But hauing no defe
cts, why doe
st abhor me?
Thou