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Maddrigall.

[Madame, that nowe I kisse your white handes later]

Madame, that nowe I kisse your white handes later
Then wild my louing dutie,
Retayner to thy beautie:
The water crost my wishe, to crosse the water.
Yet thinke not (sweete) those gallants helde thee deerer,
Who for thy beauties, then the sunneshine cleerer:
Eu'n seas vneu'n haue coasted,
But thou art wise and know'st it:
No; thy Leander, whose hartes firie matter,
Cannot be quench'd, by the deuyding water,
Will with his oare-like armes quite sheare a sunder
The waues that floate him vnder:
Yf when I shall so trie mee,
In thy sweete circled armes I may respire mee.