Astrophel and Stella - Sonnet LXXIII
Loue, still a Boy, and oft a wanton is, School'd onely by his mothers tender eye; What wonder then if he his lesson misse, When for so soft a rodde deare play he trye? And yet my Starre, because a sugred kisse In sport I suckt while she asleepe did lye, Doth lowre, nay chide, nay threat for only this. Sweet, it was saucie Loue, not humble I. But no scuse serues; she makes her wrath appeare In beauties throne: see now, who dares come neare Those scarlet Iudges, thretning bloudie paine. O heau'nly foole, thy most kisse-worthy face Anger inuests with such a louely grace, That Angers selfe I needs must kisse againe.
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"Loue, still a Boy, and oft a wanton is,..."
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