Song 59. Not always give a melting Kiss
[I]
Not always give a melting Kiss,
And Smiles with pleasing Whispers joyn'd;
Nor alwayes extasi'd with bliss,
About my Neck thy fair Arms wind.
II
The wary Lover learns by measure
To circumscribe his greatest joy;
Lest, what well husbanded yeilds pleasure,
Might by the Repetition cloy.
III
When thrice three Kisses I require,
Give me but two, withhold the other;
Such as cold Virgins to their Sire,
Or chaste Diana gives her Brother.
IV
Then wantonly snatch back thy Lip.
And smoothly as sly fishes glide
Through water, giving me the slip,
Thy self in some dark corner hide.
V
I'le follow Thee with eager haste,
And having caught (as Hawks their prey)
In my victorious Arm held fast
Panting for Breath, bear thee away.
VI
Then thy soft Arms about me twin'd
Thou shalt use all thy skill to please me,
And offer all that was behind
The poor Seven Kisses to appease me.
VII
How much mistaken wilt thou be!
For seven times seven shalt thou pay,
Whilest in my Arms I fetter Thee,
Lest thou once more shouldst get away.
VIII
'Til I at last have made thee swear
By all thy Beauty and my Love,
That thou again the same severe
Revenge for the same Crime wouldst prove.
