84499O thou did
st kill me, kill me once againe,
500Thy eyes
shrowd tutor, that hard heart of thine,
501Hath taught them
scornfull tricks, &
such di
sdaine,
502That they haue murdred this poore heart of mine,
503 And the
se mine eyes true leaders to their queene,
504 But for thy piteous lips no more had
seene.
85505Long may they ki
sse ech other for this cure,
506Oh neuer let their crim
son liueries weare,
507And as they la
st, their verdour
still endure,
508To driue infe
ction from the dangerous yeare:
509 That the
star-gazers hauing writ on death,
510 May
say, the plague is bani
sht by thy breath.
86511Pure lips,
sweet
seales in my
soft lips imprinted,
512What bargaines may I make
still to be
sealing?
513To
sell my
selfe I can be well contented,
514So thou wilt buy, and pay, and v
se good dealing,
515 Which purcha
se if thou make, for feare of
slips,
516 Set thy
seale manuell, on my wax-red lips.
87517A thou
sand ki
sses buyes my heart from me,
518And pay them at thy lei
sure, one by one,
519What is ten hundred touches vnto thee,
520Are they not quickly told, and quickly gone?
521 Say for non-paimet, that the debt
should double,
522 Is twentie hundred ki
sses
such a trouble?
Faire