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⁠Here come and sit, where Serpents never hisses,
⁠And being set, I'll smother thee with kisses.

And yet not cloy thy lips with loath'd satiety,
But rather famish them amid their Plenty,
Making them red and pale with fresh Variety:
Ten Kisses short as one, one long as twenty.
⁠A Summer's Day will seem an Hour but short,
⁠Being wasted in such time-beguiling Sport.

With this, she seizeth on his sweating palm,
The President of pith and livelihood,
And trembling in her Passion calls it balm,
Earth's sovereign salve to do a Goddess good:
⁠Being so enrag'd, desire doth lend her force,
⁠Couragiously to pluck him from his horse.

Over one arm the lusty Coursers rein,
Under her other was the tender Boy,
Who blusht and powted in a dull disdain,
With leaden appetite, unapt to toy,
⁠She red and hot, as coals of glowing fire:
⁠He red for shame, but frosty in desire.

The studded bridle on a ragged bough,
Nimbly she fastens, (O how quick is love!)
The Steed is stalled up, and even now
To tye the Rider she begins to prove:
⁠Backward she pusht him, as she would be thrust,
⁠And govern'd him in strength, though not in lust.

So