1691Neuer did pa
ssenger in
sommers heat,
92More thir
st for drinke, then
she for this good turne,
93Her helpe
she
sees, but helpe
she cannot get,
94She bathes in water, yet her
fire mu
st burne:
95 Oh pitie gan
she crie,
flint-heartedboy,
96 Tis but a ki
sse I begge, why art thou coy?
1797I haue bene wooed as I intreat thee now,
98Euen by the
sterne, and direfull god of warre,
99Who
se
sinowie necke in battell nere did bow,
100Who conquers where he comes in euerie iarre,
101 Yet hath he bene my captiue, and my
slaue,
102 And begd for that which thou vnaskt
shalt haue.
18103Ouer my Altars hath he hong his launce,
104His battred
shield, his vncontrolled cre
st,
105And for my
sake hath learnd to
sport, and daunce,
106To toy, to wanton, dallie,
smile, and ie
st,
107 Scorning his churli
sh drumme, and en
signe red,
108 Making my armes his
field, his tent my bed.
19109Thus he that ouer-ruld, I ouer-
swayed,
110Leading him pri
soner in a red ro
se chaine,
111Strong-temperd
steele his
stronger
strength obayed.
112Yet was he
seruile to my coy di
sdaine,
113 Oh be not proud, nor brag not of thy might,
114 For mai
string her that foyld the god of
fight.
20115Touch but my lips with tho
se faire lips of thine,
116Though mine be not
so faire, yet are they red,
117The ki
sse
shalbe thine owne as well as mine,
118What
see
st thou in the ground? hold vp thy head,
119 Looke in mine ey-bals, there thy beautie lyes,
120 Then why not lips on lips,
since eyes in eyes?