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So soon was she along, as he was down,
And kissing speaks, with lustful language broken, "If thou wilt chide, thy lips shall never open."
He burns with bashful shame; she with her tears
He saith she is immodest, blames her 'miss;
Even as an empty eagle, sharp by fast,
Tires with her beak on feathers, flesh, and bone,
Till either gorge be stuffed, or prey be gone;
Even so she kissed his brow, his cheek, his chin,
Forced to content,3 but never to obey,
I'Miss, amiss, fault. So in Sonnet CLI. :
"Love is too young to know what conscience is;
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove."
2 Tires, tears, preys. The image is to be found without vari ation in Henry VI. Part III. Act 1. Sc. 1. :
Revenged may she be on that hateful duke ;
9 Content, acquiescence.
She feedeth on the steam, as on a prey,
Wishing her cheeks were gardens full of flowers,
Look how a bird lies tangled in a net ;
So fastened in her arms Adonis lies;
Pure shame and awed resistance made him fret,
Still she entreats, and prettily entreats,
Being red, she loves him best; and being white,
Look how he can, she cannot choose but love;
Till he take truce with her contending tears,
Which long have rained, making her cheeks ali
And one sweet kiss shall pay this countless debt.
Upon this promise did he raise his chin,
Like a di-dapper2 peering through a wave,
Rank, full. Rank is often used to express excess or violence generally; and rankness is applied to a flood, in King John, Act v. Sc. IV. :
"And like a bated and retired flood,
Leaving our rankness and irregular course.”
2 Didapper. This is generally printed dive-dapper, without any
Who, being looked on, ducks as quickly in;
But when her lips were ready for his pay,
Never did passenger in summer's heat
"I have been wooed, as I entreat thee now,
"Over my altars hath he hung his lance,
And for my sake hath learned to sport and dance,
Scorning his churlish drum, and ensign red,
"Thus he that overruled I overswayed, Leading him prisoner in a red-rose chain:
authority. One of the familiar names of the dab-chick is di-dapper; and this was the old poetical name. Beaumont and Fletcher, in "The Woman Hater," have a comparison of the mutability of fortune with this nimble water-bird: "The misery of man may fitly be compared to a di-dapper, who, when she is under water past our sight, and indeed can scem no more to us, rises again, shakes but herself, and is the same she was
Strong-tempered steel his stronger strength obeyed,
O, be not proud, nor brag not of thy might,
"Touch but my lips with those fair lips of thine, (Though mine be not so fair, yet are they red,) The kiss shall be thine own as well as mine: What seest thou in the ground? hold up thy
Look in mine eyeballs, there thy beauty lies:
"Art thou ashamed to kiss? then wink again,
These blue-veined violets whereon we lean
"The tender spring upon thy tempting lip Shows thee unripe; yet mayst thou well be tasted; Make use of time, let not advantage slip;
Beauty within itself should not be wasted:
Fair flowers that are not gathered in their prime Rot and consume themselves in little time.
"Were I hard-favored, foul, or wrinkled-old,
But having no defects, why dost abhoi me
"Thou canst not see one wrinkle in my brow; Mine eyes are gray,' and bright, and quick in turn
My beauty as the spring doth yearly grow,
My flesh is soft and plump, my marrow burning;
"Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear,
Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire.
"Witness this primrose bank whereon I lie ;
These forceless flowers like sturdy trees support me,
Is thine own heart to thine own face affected?
And died to kiss his shadow in the brook.
"Torches are made to light, jewels to wear, Dainties to taste, fresh beauty for the use,
1 Gray is said to be here used as blue. We have subsequently
Her two blue windows faintly she upheaveth."
But the eye-lids are the blue windows."