The Boys Answer to the Blackmore Maid.
Black Maid, complain not that I fly
Black Maid, complain not that I fly, since Fate commands Antipathy: Prodigious
might that Union prove, where Night and Day together move; and the Conjunction of our Lips, not
Kisses make, but an Ecclipse; in which the mixed Black and White pretends more Terrour than Delight:
Yet, if my Shadow thou wilt be, enjoy thy dearest wish: But see thou take my Shadows property, that
hastes away when I come nigh. Else stay till Death hath blinded me; and then I will bequeath my self to thee.