419And yet not cloy thy lips with loth'd
sacietie,
20But rather fami
sh them amid their plentie,
21Making them red, and pale, with fre
sh varietie:
22Ten ki
sses
short as one, one long as twentie:
23 A
sommers day will
seeme an houre but
short,
24 Being wa
sted in
such time-beguiling
sport.
525With this
she ceazeth on his
sweating palme,
26The pre
sident of pith, and liuelyhood,
27And trembling in her pa
ssion, calls it balme,
28Earths
soueraigne
salue, to do a godde
sse good,
29 Being
so enrag'd, de
sire doth lend her force,
30 Couragiou
sly to plucke him from his hor
se.
631Ouer one arme the lu
stie cour
sers raine,
32Vnder her other was the tender boy,
33Who blu
sht, and powted in a dull di
sdaine,
34With leaden appetite, vnapt to toy,
35 She red, and hot, as coles of glo
wing
fier,
36 He red for
shame, but fro
stie in de
sier.
737The
studded bridle on a ragged bough,
38Nimbly
she fa
stens, (ô how quicke is loue!)
39The
steed is
stalled vp, and euen now,
40To tie the rider
she begins to proue:
41 Backward
she pu
sht him, as
she would be thru
st,
42 And gouernd him in
strength though not in lu
st.
So