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Pure shame and aw'd resistance made him fret,
Rain added to a river that is rank,
Still she entreats, and prettily entreats,
Being red, she loves him best; and being white,
Look how he can, she cannot choose but love ;
Which long have rain'd, making her cheeks all
Upon this promise did he raise his chin,
But when her lips were ready for his pay,
Never did passenger in summer's heat
4 rank] i. 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
“Over my altars hath he hung his lance,
sake hath learn’d to sport and dance, “To toy, to wanton, dally, smile, and jest;
“Scorning his churlish drum, and ensign red, “ Making my arms his field, his tent my bed.
“ Thus he that over-rul'd, I oversway'd, “ 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 foild 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:
6 These blue-vein'd violets whereon we lean “ Never can blab, nor know not what we mean.
“ The tender spring upon thy tempting lip
“Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their prime, “ Rot and consume themselves in little time.
“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, and bright, and quick in turning;
6 grey] i. e. blue.
My beauty as the spring doth yearly grow, “My flesh is soft and plump, my marrow burning; “My smooth moist hand, were it with thy hand
felt, “ Would in thy palm dissolve, or seem to melt.
“ Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear, "Or, like a fairy, trip upon the green,
Or, like a nymph, with long dishevell’d hair, “ Dance on the sands, and yet no footing seen:
“ Love is a spirit all compact of fire, “Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire.
“ Witness this primrose bank whereon I lie ; “ These forceless flowers like sturdy trees support me;
[sky, “Two strengthless doves will draw me through the “ From morn to night, even where I list to sport me:
“ Is love so light, sweet boy, and may it be “ That thou should'st think it heavy unto thee ?
“Is thine own heart to thine own face affected ?
“ Narcissus, so, himself himself forsook,
“ Torches are made to light, jewels to wear, “ Dainties to taste, fresh beauty for the use,
“ Herbs for their smell, and sappy plants to bear;
“ Upon the earth’s increase why should'st thou feed,
“And so in spite of death thou dost survive,
By this, the love-sick queen began to sweat,
Wishing Adonis had his team to guide,
And now Adonis, with a lazy spright,
Souring his cheeks, cries, “ Fie, no more of love!
“Ab me.” quoth Venus, “ young, and so unkind ! 6 What bare excuses mak'st thou to begone !
6 'tired] i. e. attired.