'And yet not cloy thy lips with loath'd satiety,
But rather famish them amid their plenty,
Making them red and palc with fresh variety,
Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty:
A summer's day will seem an hour but short,
Being wasted in such time-beguiling sport.'
With this she scizcth on his sweating palm,
The precedent of píth and livelihood,
And, trembling in her passion, calls it balm,
Earth's sovereign salve to do a goddess good;
Being so enrag'd, desire doth lend her force
Courageously to pluck him from his horse.
Over one arm the lusty courser's rcin,
Under her other was the tender boy,
Who blush'd and pouted in a dull disdain,
With leaden appctite, unapt to toy;
She red and hot as coals of glowing firc,
He red for shamc, but frosty in desire.
The studded bridle on a ragged bough
Nimbly she fastens-0 how quick is love!
The steed is stalled up, and even now
To tie the rider she begins to prove;
Backward she push'd him, as she would be thrust,
And govern'd him in strength, though not in lust.
So soon was she along as he was down,
Each leaning on their elbows and their hips;
Now doth she stroke his cheek, now doth he frown,
And gins to chide, but soon she stops his lips,
And kissing speaks, with lustful language broken,
'If thou wilt chidc, thy lips shall never open.
He burns with bashful shame, she with her tears
Dotlı quench the maiden burning of his cheeks;
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