Epitaphes, Epigrams, Songs and Sonets with a Discourse of the Friendly affections of Tymetes to Pyndara his Ladie. Newly corrected with additions, and set out by George Turbervile |
To his Ladie, that by hap when he kissed
hir and made hir lip bleed, controld him and tooke disdaine.
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Epitaphes, Epigrams, Songs and Sonets | ||
To his Ladie, that by hap when he kissed hir and made hir lip bleed, controld him and tooke disdaine.
Discharge thy dole,Thou subtile soule,
It standes in little steede
To cursse the kisse
That causer is
Thy chirrie lip doth bleede.
Thy bloud ascends
To make amends
For domage thou hast donne:
For by the same
I felt a flame
More scorching than the Sunne.
Thou reftst my harte
By secret Arte,
My sprites were quite subdude:
My Senses fled
And I was ded,
Thy lippes were scarce imbrude.
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The hurt was mine,
My hart felt all the paine:
Twas it that bled
And lookte so red,
I tell thee once againe.
But if you long
To wreake your wrong
Upon your friendly fo:
Come kisse againe
And put to paine
The man that hurt you so.
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