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- # VENVS AND ADONIS.
Touch but my lips with those faire lips of thine,
Though mine be not so faire, yet are they red,
The kisse shall be thine owne as well as mine,
V Vhat seeft thou in the ground? hold vp thy head,
Looke in mine ey-bals, there thy beautie lyes,
Then why not lips on lips, since eyes in eyes?
Art thou a sham'd to kisse? then winke againe,
And I will winke, so shall the day seeme night.
Loue keepes his reuels where there are but twaine:
Be bold to play, our sport is not in sight,
These blew-veind violets whereon we leane,
Neuer can blab, nor know not what we meane.
The tender spring vpon thy tempting lip,
Shewes thee vnripe; yet maist thou well be tasted,
Make vse of time, let not aduantage flip,
Beautie within it selse should not be wasted,
Faire flowers that are not gathered in their prime,
R ot, and consume them selues in litle time.
V Vere l hard-fanourd, foule, or wrinckled old,
Il-nurtur'd, crooked, churlish, harsh in voice,
Ore-worne, despised, reumatique, and cold,
Thick-sighted, barren, leane, and lacking iuyce;
The mightst thou pause, for the I were not for thee,
But hauing no defects, why doest abhor me?
Thou
II. 115—138
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