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 LXXII.

Desire! though thou my old companion art, And oft so clings to my pure love, that I One from the other scarcely can descry; While each doth blow the fire of my heart: Now from thy fellowship, I needs must part. VENUS is taught with DIAN'S wings to fly. I must no more in thy sweet passions lie. VIRTUE'S gold now, must head my CUPID'S dart. Service and Honour, Wonder with Delight, Fear to offend, Will worthy to appear, Care shining in mine eyes, Faith in my sprite: These things are left me by my only Dear. But thou, DESIRE! because thou wouldst have all; Now banisht art: but yet, alas, how shall?

[The SECOND SONG comes in here in the 1598 edition.]

LXXIII.

Love still a boy, and oft a wanton is; Schooled only by his mother's tender eye. What wonder then, if he his lesson miss; When for so soft a rod, dear play he try? And yet my Star, because a sugared kiss In sport I suckt, while she asleep did lie: Doth lower; nay, chide; nay, threat for only this! "Sweet! It was saucy LOVE, not humble I." But no 'scuse serves; she makes her wrath appear In Beauty's throne. See now! who dares come near Those scarlet judges, threat'ning bloody pain? O heavenly fool! Thy most kiss-worthy face, Anger invests with such a lovely grace; That ANGER'S self! I needs must kiss again!