 | The Passionate Pilgrime |  |
[Sweet Cytherea, sitting by a Brooke]
Sweet Cytherea, sitting by a Brooke,With young Adonis, louely, fresh and greene,
Did court the Lad with many a louely looke,
Such lookes as none could looke but beauties queen.
She told him stories, to delight his eares:
She shew'd him fauors, to allure his eie:
To win his hart, she toucht him here and there,
Touches so soft still conquer chastitie.
But whether vnripe yeares did want conceit,
Or he refusde to take her figured proffer,
The tender nibler would not touch the bait,
But smile, and ieast, at euery gentle offer:
Then fell she on her backe, faire queen, & toward
He rose and ran away, ah foole too froward.
| The Passionate Pilgrime | |