She lay all naked in her bed,
And i myself lay by;
No veil but curtains about her spread,
No covering but I.
Her head upon her shoulder seeks
To hang in careless wise,
And full of blushes was her cheeks,
And of wishes were her eyes.

Her blood still flesh into her face,
As on a message came,
To say that in another place
It meant another game.
Her cherry lip moist, plump and fair,
Millions of kisses crown,
Which ripe and uncropt dangled there,
And weigh the branches down.

Her breasts, that welled so plump and high
Bred pleasant pain in me.
For all the world i do fedy
The like felicity;
Her thighs and belly, soft and fair,
To me were only showen:
To have seen such meat, and not to have eat,
Would have angered stone.

Her knees lay upward gently bent,
And all lay hollow under,
As if on easy terms, they meant
To fall unforced asunder;
Just so the Crprian Queen did lie,
Expecting in her bower,
When too long stay had kept the boy
Beyond his promised hour.

"Dull clown",quoth she,"why does delay
Such proffered bliss to take?
Canst thou find out no other way
Similitudes to make?"
Mad with delight I, thundering,
Throw my arms about her,
But pox upon't 'twas but a dream.
And so I lay without her.