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Salmacis
and Hermaphroditus
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Whose boldnesse may be plainely
seene in this,
The ruddy Rose is not asham'd to
kisse;
For alwayes when the day is new
begun,
The spreading Rose will kisse the
morning Sun.
This sayd, hid in the grasse she
did espie him,
And stumbling with her will, she
fel down by him,
And with her wanton talke, because
he woo'd not,
Beg'd that, which he poore nouice
vnderstood not:
And, for she could not get a greater
blisse,
She did intreat at least a sisters
kisse;
But still the more she did the
boy beseech,
The more he powted at her wanton
speech.
At last the Nymph began to touch
his skin,
Whiter then mountaine snow hath
euer bin,
And did in purenesse that cleare
spring surpasse,
Wherein Actæon saw
th'Arcadian lasse.
Thus did she dally long, till at
the last,
In her moyst palme she lockt his
white hand fast:
Then in her hand his wrest she
'gan to close,
When through his pulses strait
the warme bloud gloes,
Whose youthfull musike fanning
Cupids fire,
In her warme brest kindled a fresh
desire.
Then did she lift her hand vnto
his brest,
A part as white and youthfull as
the rest,
Where, as his flowry breath still
comes and goes,
She felt his gentle heart pant
through his clothes.
At last she tooke her hand from
off that part,
And sayd, It panted like anothers
heart.
Why should it be more feeble, and
lesse bold?
Why should the bloud about it be
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