20115Touch but my lips with those faire lips of thine,

116Though mine be not so faire, yet are they red,

117The kisse shalbe thine owne as well as mine,

118What seest 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 asham'd to kisse? 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 These 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 maist thou well be tasted,

129Make vse of time, let not aduantage slip,

130Beautie within it selfe should not bewasted,

131 Faire flowers that are not gathred in their prime,

132 Rot, and consume them selues in litle time.

23133Were I hard-fauourd, foule, or wrinckled old,

134Il-nurtur'd, crooked, churlish, harsh invoice,

135Ore-worne, despised, reumatique, and cold,

136Thick-sighted, barren, leane, and lacking iuyce;

137 Thē mightst thou pause, forthē I were not for thee,

138 But hauing no defects, why doest abhor me?