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Pure lips, sweet seals, in my soft lips imprinted,
What bargains may I make still to be sealing?
To sell my self I can be well contented,
So thou wilt buy, and pay, and use good dealing:
⁠Which purchase if thou make, for fear of slips,
⁠Set thy seal-manual on my wax-red lips.

A thousand kisses buyes my heart from me,
And pay them at thy leasure one by one.
What is ten hundred kisses unto thee?
Are they not quickly told, and quickly gone?
⁠Say for non-payment that the debt should double,
⁠Is twenty hundred kisses such a trouble?

Fair Queen (quoth he) if any love you owe me,
Measure my strangeness with my unripe years,
Before I know my self, seek not to know me:
No fisher but the ungrown fry forbears,
⁠The mellow plum doth fall, the green sticks fast,
⁠Or being early pluckt, is sowr to taste.

Look, the worlds comforter, with weary gate,
His days hot task hath ended in the West,
The Owle (nights Herald) shrieks, 'tis very late,
The sheep are gone to fold, birds to their nest.
⁠The cole-black clouds that shadow heavens light,
⁠Do summon us to part, and bid good night.

Now let me say good night, and so say you:
If you will say so, you shall have a kiss.

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