CANTVS XVIII.
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COme you pretty false-ey'd wan-ton, leaue your craf- ty smiling: No, you mockt me th'other
Thinke you to escape mee now with slip- ry words beguiling?
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day, when you got loose you fled away: But since I haue caught you, now Ile clip your wings for flying:
Smothring kisses fast Ile heape, and keepe you so from crying.
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1
Come you pretty false-ey'd wanton,
Leaue your crafty smiling:
Thinke you to escape me now,
With slipp'ry words beguiling?
No, you mockt me th'other day,
When you got loose you fled away:
But since I haue caught you now,
Ile clip your wings for flying:
Smothring kisses fast Ile heape,
And keepe you so from crying.
2
Sooner may you count the starres
And number hayle downe pouring;
Tell the O siers of the Te••••••••,
Or Goodwi••s Sands deuouring:
Then the thicke-show••'d kisses here,
Which now thy tyred lips must beare;
Such a haruest neuer was,
So rich and full of pleasure;
But 'tis spent as soone as reapt,
So trustlesse is loues treasure.
3
Would it were dumb midnight now,
When all the world lyes sleeping:
Would this place some Desert were,
Which no man hath in keeping.
My desires should then be safe,
And when you cry'd then would I laugh,
But if ought might breed offence,
Loue onely should be blamed:
I would liue your seruant still,
And you my Saint vnnamed.