91541Till breathlesse he disioynd, and backward drew,

542The heauenly moisture that sweet corall mouth,

543Whose precious tast, her thirstie lips well knew,

544Whereon they surfet, yet complaine on drouth,

545 He with her plentie prest, she faint with dearth,

546 Their lips together glewed, fall to the earth.

92547Now quicke desire hath caught the yeelding pray,

548And gluttonlike she feeds, yet neuer filleth,

549Her lips are conquerers, his lips obay,

550Paying what ransome the insulter willeth:

551 Whose vultur thought doth pitch the price so hie,

552 That she will draw his lips rich treasure drie.

93553And hauing felt the sweetnesse of the spoile,

554_With blind fold furie she begins to forrage,

555Her face doth reeke, & smoke, her blood doth boile,

556And carelesse lust stirs vp adesperat courage,

557 Planting obliuion, beating reason backe,

558 Forgetting shames pure blush, & honors wracke.

94559Hot, faint, and wearie, with her hard imbracing,

560Like a wild bird being tam'd with too much hādling,

561Or as the fleet-foot Roe that's tyr'd with chasing,

562Or like the froward infant stild with dandling:

563 He now obayes, and now no more resisteth,

564 While she takes all she can, not all she listeth.

95565What waxe so frozen but dissolues with tempring,

566And yeelds at last to euerie light impression?

567Things out of hope, are compast oft with ventring,

568Chiefly in loue, whose leaue exceeds commission:

569 Affection faints not like a pale-fac'd coward,

570 But thē woes best, whē most his choice is froward.