Toggle Dropdown Serif Sans-serif Monospaced Dyslexic Bold Italic Font size: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 Mark as read [object Object] Only page of title 175 13 Easy HARK, fair one, how whate'er here is Doth laugh and sing at thy distress, Not out of hate to thy relief, But joy-to enjoy thee, though in grief. See! that which chains you, you chain here, The prison is thy prisoner; How much thy jailor's keeper art! He binds thy hands, but thou his heart. The gyves to rase so smooth a skin Are so unto themselves within; But, blest to kiss so fair an arm, Haste to be happy with that harm; And play about thy wanton wrist, As if in them thou so wert dressed; But if too rough, too hard they press, O they but closely, closely kiss. And as thy bare feet bless the way, The people do not mock, but pray, And call thee, as amazed they run, Instead of prostitute, a nun. The merry torch burns with desire To kindle the eternal fire, {168} And lightly dances in thine eyes To tunes of epithalamies. The sheet tied ever to thy waist, How thankful to be so embraced! And see! thy very, very bands Are bound to thee to bind such hands. End of title Sign in to unlock this title Sign in to continue reading, it's free! As an unregistered user you can only read a little bit. Links External resources bookshop Wikipedia Project Gutenberg Goodreads Google Books
The gyves to rase so smooth a skin Are so unto themselves within; But, blest to kiss so fair an arm, Haste to be happy with that harm;
And play about thy wanton wrist, As if in them thou so wert dressed; But if too rough, too hard they press, O they but closely, closely kiss.
And as thy bare feet bless the way, The people do not mock, but pray, And call thee, as amazed they run, Instead of prostitute, a nun.
The merry torch burns with desire To kindle the eternal fire, {168} And lightly dances in thine eyes To tunes of epithalamies.
The sheet tied ever to thy waist, How thankful to be so embraced! And see! thy very, very bands Are bound to thee to bind such hands.
