36211Fie, liuelesse picture, cold, and sencelesse stone,

212Well painted idoll, image dull, and dead,

213Statüe contenting but the eye alone,

214Thing like a man, but of no woman bred:

215 Thou art no man, though of a mans complexion,

216 For men will kisse euen by their owne direction.

37217This said, impatience chokes her pleading tongue,

218And swelling passion doth prouoke a pause,

219Red cheeks, and fierie eyes blaze forth her wrong:

220Being Iudge in loue, she cannot right her cause.

221 And now she weeps, & now she faine would speake

222 And now her sobs do her intendments breake.

38223Sometime she shakes her head, and then his hand,

224Now gazeth she on him, now on the ground;

225Sometime her armes infold him like a band,

226She would, he will not in her armes be bound:

227 And when from thence he struggles to be gone,

228 She locks her lillie fingers one in one.

39229Fondling, she saith, since I haue hemd thee here

230Within the circuit of this iuorie pale,

231Ile be a parke, and thou shalt be my deare:

232Feed where thou wilt, on mountaine, or in dale;

233 Graze on my lips, and if those hils be drie,

234 Stray lower, where the pleasant fountaines lie.