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xxiv. Stollen pleasure.

My sweet did sweetlie sleep,
And on her rosie face
Stood teares of pearle which Beauties selfe did weepe;
I (wond'ring at her grace)
Did all amazd remaine,
When loue said, foole, can lookes thy wishes crowne?
Time past comes not againe.
Then did I mee bow downe,
And kissing her faire brest, lips, cheekes, & eies,
Prou'd heere on earth the ioye of Paradise.