Upon The Blush Of A Faire Ladie by William Strode
Stay lusty blood! where canst thou seeke So blest a seat as in her cheeke? How dar'st thou from her face retire Whose beauty doth command desire? But if thou wilt not stay, then flowe Downe to her panting pappes belowe: There take thou glory to distayne With azure blewe each swelling veyne, From thence run boyling through each part Till thou hast warm'd her frozen hart, Which, if from love thou find'st entire, O martyr it with gentle fire.
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