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And yet I greiue the lesse, least griefe remoue My beauty, and make mee vnworthy of thy loue. Plaies some softe Boy with thee, oh there wants yett A mvtuall feelinge, which should sweeten itt, His chin a thorny-hairye vneavenesse Doth threaten; and some daly change possesse. Thy body is A naturall Paradise, In whose selfe vnmanurd, all pleasures lies, Nor neede perfection, why shouldst thou than Admitt the tillage of a harsh rough Man? Menn leaue behinde them that which their sin showes And are as theefes tract, which rob when it snowes But of our dalliance, no more signes there are, Then fishes leaue in streames, or birds in aire: And betweene vs all sweetness may bee had All, all that nature yealds, or art cann adde= My two lips, Eyes, thighes differ from thy two But soe as thine from one another doe And oh noe more: The likenes beeinge such Which should they not alike in all parts touch? Hand to strange hand, lip, to lip none dennies Why should they brest to brest or thighs to thighs Likeness begetts such strange selfe flatterie, That touchinge my selfe all seemes done to thee My selfe I embrace, and myne owne hands I kisse And Amarously thank my selfe for this Mee in my glasse I call thee; But alasse When I would kisse, Teares dim myne Eyes and glasse [CW: O c[missing] |
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