"Making them red and pale with fresh variety, Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty: 66 66 66 A summer's day will seem an hour but short, With this, she seizeth on his sweating palm, Over one arm the lusty courser's rein, She red and hot, as coals of glowing fire, The studded bridle on a ragged bough Backward she push'd him, as she would be thrust, So soon was she along, as he was down, And kissing speaks, with lustful language broken, "If thou wilt chide, thy lips shall never open." He burns with bashful shame; she with her tears He saith, she is immodest, blames her 'miss; 1 Even as an empty eagle, sharp by fast, Forc'd to content, 3 but never to obey, Wishing her cheeks were gardens full of flowers, Look how a bird lies tangled in a net, 1 'miss] For amiss,—i.e. misbehaviour. Tires....on] A hawking term-tears, pulls, pecks. Pure shame and aw'd resistance made him fret, Still she entreats, and prettily entreats, Being red, she loves him best; and being white, Look how he can, she cannot choose but love; Upon this promise did he raise his chin, But when her lips were ready for his pay, Never did passenger in summer's heat More thirst for drink, than she for this good turn. Her help she sees, but help she cannot get; rank] 1. e. abounding in water. She bathes in water, yet her fire must burn: "Oh, pity," 'gan she cry, " flint-hearted boy! ""Tis but a kiss I beg; why art thou coy? 'I have been woo'd, as I entreat thee now, "Even by the stern and direful god of war, "Whose sinewy neck in battle ne'er did bow, "Who conquers where he comes, in every jar; "Yet hath he been my captive and my slave, "And begg'd for that which thou unask'd shalt have. "Over my altars hath he hung his lance, "His batter'd shield, his uncontrolled crest, "And for my sake hath learn'd to sport and dance, "To toy, to wanton, dally, smile, and jest; 66 66 Scorning his churlish drum, and ensign red, "Thus he that over-rul'd, I oversway'd, 66 66 Leading him prisoner in a red-rose chain: Strong-temper'd steel his stronger strength "Yet was he servile to my coy disdain. [obey'd, "O be not proud, nor brag not of thy might, "For mastering her that foil'd the god of fight! "Touch but my lips with those fair lips of thine, "(Though mine be not so fair, yet are they red,) "The kiss shall be thine own as well as mine:"What seest thou in the ground? hold up thy head; : "Look in mine eyeballs, there thy beauty lies: Then why not lips on lips, since eyes in eyes? "Art thou asham'd to kiss? then wink again, “And I will wink, so shall the day seem night; "Love keeps his revels where there are but twain; "Be bold to play, our sport is not in sight: "These blue-vein'd violets whereon we lean "Never can blab, nor know not what we mean "The tender spring upon thy tempting lip "Make use of time, let not advantage slip; 66 "Were I hard-favour'd, foul, or wrinkled-old, Ill-nurtur'd, crooked, churlish, harsh in voice, O'er-worn, despised, rheumatick and cold, Thick-sighted, barren, lean, and lacking juice, "Then might'st thou pause, for then I were not for thee; "But having no defects, why dost abhor me? "Thou canst not see one wrinkle in my brow; "Mine eyes are grey,5 and bright, and quick in turning; |