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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,
" Yet hath he been my captive and my slave,
“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 ;
“Scorning his churlish drum, and ensign red, “ Making my arms his field, his tent my bed.
“ Thus he that over
r-ruld, 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,
“() 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,
“ These blue-vein'd violets whereon we lean
“ The tender spring upon thy tempting lip
“ Were I hard-favour'd, foul, or wrinkled-old,
not for thee;
“ Thou canst not see one wrinkle in my brow;
5 grey] i. e. blue.
"My beauty as the spring doth yearly grow,
"Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear, “ Or, like a fairy, trip upon
“ Love is a spirit all compact of fire,
* Witness this primrose bank whereon I lie;
[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
"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 ; “ Things growing to themselves are growth's abuse: “ Seeds spring from seeds, and beauty breedeth
beauty, “ Thou wast begot,—to get it is thy duty.
“ Upon the earth's increase why should’st thou feed,
· By law of Nature thou art bound to breed,
* 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 ! " What bare excuses mak’st thou to begone!
6 tired] 1. e. attired.