UPON A.M. by JOHN SUCKLING

YIELD all, my love; but be withal as coy
As if thou knew'st not how to sport and toy:
The fort resign'd with ease, men cowards prove
And lazy grow. Let me besiege my love;
Let me despair at least three times a day,
And take repulses upon each essay:
If I but ask a kiss, straight blush as red
As if I tempted for thy maidenhead;
Contract thy smiles, if that they go too far,
And let thy frowns be such as threaten war:
That face which Nature sure never intended
Should e'er be marr'd, because 't could ne'er be mended.
Take no corruption from thy grandame Eve;
Rather want faith to save thee, than believe
Too soon; for, credit me 'tis true,
Men most of all enjoy, when least they do.

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