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Pure shame and aw'd resistance made him fret,
Which bred more beauty in his angry eyes.
⁠Rain added to a River that is rank,
⁠Perforce will force it overflow the bank.

Still she intreats, and prettily intreats:
For to a pretty ear she tunes her tale:
Still he is sullen, still he lowres and frets,
'Twixt crimson shame, and anger ashie pale;
⁠Being red she loves him best, and being white,
⁠Her breast is bettered with a more delight.

Look how he can, she cannot chuse but love,
And by her fair immortal hand she swears,
From his soft bosom never to remove,
Till he take truce with her contending tears,
⁠Which long have rain'd, making her cheeks all wet,
⁠And one sweet kiss shall pay this countless debt.

Upon this promise did he raise his chin,
Like a Dive-dapper peering through a wave,
Who being lookt on, ducks as quickly in:
So offers he to give what she did crave,
⁠But when his Lips were ready for his pay,
⁠He winks and turns his lips another way.

Never did passenger in Summers heat
More thirst for drink, then she for this good turn,
Her help she sees, but help she cannot get,
She bathes in water, yet her fire must burn:

Oh