843So
soone was
she along, as he was downe,
44Each leaning on their elbowes and their hips:
45Now doth
she
stroke his cheek, now doth he frown,
46And gins to chide, but
soone
she
stops his lips,
47 And ki
ssing
speaks, with lu
stful language broken,
48 If thou wilt chide, thy lips
shall neuer open.
949He burnes with ba
shfull
shame,
she with her teares
50Doth quench the maiden burning of his cheekes,
51Then with her windie
sighes, and golden heares,
52To fan, and blow them drie againe
she
seekes.
53 He
saith,
she is immode
st, blames her mi
sse,
54 What followes more,
she murthers with a ki
sse.
1055Euen as an emptie Eagle
sharpe by fa
st,
56Tires with her beake on feathers,
fle
sh, and bone,
57Shaking her wings, deuouring all in ha
st,
58Till either gorge be
stuft, or pray be gone:
59 Euen
so
she ki
st his brow, his cheeke, his chin,
60 And where
she ends,
she doth anew begin.
1163For
st to content, but neuer to obey,
62Panting he lies, and breatheth in her face.
She feedeth on the steame, as on a pray,
64And calls it heauenly moi
sture, aire of grace,
65 Wi
shing her cheeks were gardens ful of
flowers,
66 So they were dew'd with
such di
stilling
showers.
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