419And yet not cloy thy lips with loth'd sacietie,

20But rather famish them amid their plentie,

21Making them red, and pale, with fresh varietie:

22Ten kisses short as one, one long as twentie:

23 A sommers day will seeme an houre but short,

24 Being wasted in such time-beguiling sport.

525With this she ceazeth on his sweating palme,

26The president of pith, and liuelyhood,

27And trembling in her passion, calls it balme,

28Earths soueraigne salue, to do a goddesse good,

29 Being so enrag'd, desire doth lend her force,

30 Couragiously to plucke him from his horse.

631Ouer one arme the lustie coursers raine,

32Vnder her other was the tender boy,

33Who blusht, and powted in a dull disdaine,

34With leaden appetite, vnapt to toy,

35 She red, and hot, as coles of glowing fier,

36 He red for shame, but frostie in desier.

737The studded bridle on a ragged bough,

38Nimbly she fastens, (ô how quicke is loue!)

39The steed is stalled vp, and euen now,

40To tie the rider she begins to proue:

41 Backward she pusht him, as she would be thrust,

42 And gouernd him in strength though not in lust.