The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse/Upon A. M.

UPON A. M.

Yield all, my love; bur be withal as coy
As if thou knew'st not how to sport and toy:
The fort resign'd with ease, men cowards prove
And lazy grow. Let me besiege my love;
Let me despair at least three times a day,5
And take repulses upon each essay:
If I but ask a kiss, straight blush as red
As if I tempted for thy maidenhead;

Contract thy smiles, if that they go too far,
And let thy frowns be such as threaten war:10
That face which nature sure never intended
Should e'er be marr'd, because 't could ne'er be mended.
Take no corruption from thy grandame Eve;
Rather want faith to save thee, than believe
Too soon; for credit me 'tis true,15
Men most of all enjoy when least they do.