The Choise of Valentines | Page 5

to this bonnie bell.?And tenne good gobbs I will unto thee tell,?Of golde or siluer, which shall lyke thee best,?So much doe I hir companie request." 72
Awaie she went: so sweete a thing is golde,?That (mauger) will inuade the strongest holde.?"Hey-ho! she coms, that hath my hearte in keepe?Sing Lullabie, my cares, and falle a-sleepe." 76
Sweeping she coms, as she would brush the ground;?Hir ratling silkes my sences doe confound.?"Oh, I am rauisht: voide the chamber streight;?For I must neede's upon hir with my weight." 80
"My Tomalin," quoth shee, and then she smilde.?"I, I," quoth I, "soe more men are beguild?With smiles, with flatt'ring wordes, and fained cheere,?When in their deedes their falsehood doeth appeare." 84
"As how, my lambkin," blushing, she replide,?"Because I in this dancing schoole abide??If that it be, that breede's this discontent,?We will remoue the camp incontinent: 88
For shelter onelie, sweete heart, came I hither,?And to auoide the troblous stormie weather;?But now the coaste is cleare, we will be gonne,?Since, but thy self, true louer I haue none." 92
With that she sprung full lightlie to my lips,?And fast about the neck me colle's, and clips;?She wanton faints, and falle's vpon hir bedd,?And often tosseth too and fro hir head; 96
She shutts hir eyes, and waggles with her tongue:?"Oh, who is able to abstaine so long?"?"I com! I com! sweete lyning be thy leaue:"?Softlie my fingers up theis curtaine heaue, 100
And make me happie, stealing by degreese.?First bare hir leggs, then creepe up to hir kneese;?From thence ascend unto her mannely thigh--?(A pox on lingring when I am so nighe!). 104
Smock, climbe a-pace, that I maie see my ioyes;?Oh heauen and paradize are all but toyes?Compar'd with this sight I now behould,?Which well might keepe a man from being olde. 108
A prettie rysing wombe without a weame,?That shone as bright as anie siluer streame;?And bare out like the bending of an hill,?At whose decline a fountaine dwelleth still; 112
That hath his mouth besett with uglie bryers,?Resembling much a duskie nett of wyres;?A loftie buttock, barrd with azure veines,?Whose comelie swelling, when my hand distreines, 116
Or wanton checketh with a harmlesse stype,?It makes the fruites of loue oftsoone be rype,?And pleasure pluckt too tymelie from the stemme?To dye ere it hath seene Jerusalem. 120
O Gods! that euer anie thing so sweete,?So suddenlie should fade awaie, and fleete!?Hir armes are spread, and I am all unarm'd,?Lyke one with Ouid's cursed hemlocke charm'd; 124
So are my Limms unwealdlie for the fight?That spend their strength in thought of hir delight.?What shall I doe to shewe my self a man??It will not be for ought that beawtie can. 128
I kisse, I clap, I feele, I view at will,?Yett dead he lyes, not thinking good or ill.?"Unhappie me," quoth shee, "and wilt' not stand??Com, lett me rubb and chafe it with my hand! 132
Perhaps the sillie worme is labour'd sore,?And wearied that it can doe noe more;?If it be so, as I am greate a-dread,?I wish tenne thousand times that I were dead. 136
How ere it is, no meanes shall want in me,?That maie auaile to his recouerie."?Which saide, she tooke and rould it on hir thigh,?And when she look't on't, she would weepe and sighe; 140
She dandled it, and dancet it up and doune,?Not ceasing till she rais'd it from his swoune.?And then he flue on hir as he were wood,?And on hir breeche did hack and foyne a-good; 144
He rub'd, and prickt, and pierst her to the bones,?Digging as farre as eath he might for stones;?Now high, now lowe, now stryking shorte and thicke;?Now dyuing deepe, he toucht hir to the quicke; 148
Now with a gird he would his course rebate,?Straite would he take him to a statlie gate;?Plaie while him list, and thrust he neare so hard,?Poore pacient Grissill lyeth at hir warde, 152
And giue's, and takes, as blythe and free as Maye,?And ere-more meete's him in the midle waye.?On him hir eyes continualy were fixt;?With hir eye-beames his melting looke's were mixt, 156
Which, like the Sunne, that twixt two glasses plaies,?From one to th' other cast's rebounding rayes.?He, lyke a starre that, to reguild his beames?Sucks-in the influence of Phebus streames, 160
Imbathes the lynes of his descending light?In the bright fountaines of hir clearest sight.?She, faire as fairest Planet in the skye,?Hir puritie to noe man doeth denye; 164
The verie chamber that enclouds her shine?Lookes lyke the pallace of that God deuine,?Who leades the daie about the Zodiake,?And euerie euen discends to th'oceane lake; 168
So fierce and feruent is her radiance,?Such fyrie stakes she darts at euerie glance?As might enflame the icie limmes of age,?And make pale death his seignedrie to aswage; 172
To stand and gaze upon her orient lamps,?Where Cupid all his chiefest ioyes encamps,?And sitts, and playes with euery atomie?That in hir Sunne-beames swarme aboundantlie. 176
Thus gazing, and