"Fond Boy!" (sayd she) "too fond, that askt no Most blessed kisse, but hope more than most blessed! He felt not halfe his joy by being overjoy'd. "Why sighst? faire Boy," (sayd she)“ dost thou repent thee Thy narrow wish in such straight bonds to stay?" "Well may I sigh," (sayd he)" and well lament me, That never such a debt may hope to pay." "A kisse," (sayd she) " a kisse will back repay." Look as a ward, long from his lands detain'd, Now spends the more, the more he was restrain'd; 5 He doubly takes, yet finds himself grow poore; the more. At length, whether these favours so had fir'd him 6 But yet though that hee knoweth so she gave, to crave. 7 And, boldned with successe and many graces, She, not displeas'd with this his wanton play, That moult with joy, in such untri'd joyes trying, 8 Long thus he liv'd, slumbring in sweete delight, 9 Bathing in liquid joyes his melted sprite ; To woods, and heav'n, and earth, his blisse imparted, Such be his chance that to his love doth wrong; 10 Unworthy he to have so worthy place, That cannot hold his peace and blabbing tongue; I'd lose all favours when I blabbing told it: |