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 * Straight down under a shadow for weariness they lie With pleasant dalliance, hand knit with arm in arm; Now close, now set aloof, they gaze with an equal eye, Changing kisses alike; straight with a false alarm, Mocking kisses alike, pout with a lovely lip. Thus drowned with jollities, their merry days do slip.

But stay! now I discern they go on a pilgrimage Towards LOVE's holy land, fair Paphos or Cyprus. Such devotion is meet for a blithesome age; With sweet youth, it agrees well to be amorous. Let old angry fathers lurk in an hermitage: Come, we'll associate this jolly pilgrimage!

Canto tertio.

My love bound me with a kiss That I should no longer stay: When I felt so sweet a bliss, I had less power to pass away. Alas! that women do not know, Kisses make men loth to go.

Canto quarto.

Love whets the dullest wits, his plagues be such: But makes the wise by pleasing, dote as much. So wit is purchased by this dire disease. O let me dote! so LOVE be bent to please,