IDENTILIN$$  F00900G 1669,pp.74-76,sigs.F5v-F6v E:EWS/mf/4-15,16-85 P(CtY,L)&C:JPK-5-10-93\p:mel\TxAM\10-23-07
009.00G.0HE  %XE%9LEGIE%0. VIII.
009.00G.001  A%+S the sweet sweat of Roses in a Still,
009.00G.002  As that which from chaf'd Muskets pores doth trill,
009.00G.003  As the Almighty Balm of th'early East,
009.00G.004  Such are the sweat drops of my Mistris breast,
009.00G.005  And on her neck her skin such lustre sets,
009.00G.006  They seem no sweat drops, but pearl coronets.
009.00G.007  Rank sweaty froth thy Mistresses brow defiles,
009.00G.008  Like spermatique issue of ripe menstruous boyles. [CW:Or]
009.00G.009  Or like the skum, which, by needs lawless law [p.75]
009.00G.010  Enforc'd Sanserra's starved men did draw
009.00G.011  From parboyl'd shoos and boots, and all the rest
009.00G.012  Which were with any soveraign fatness blest,
009.00G.013  And like vile stones lying in saffrond tin,
009.00G.014  Or warts, or weales, it hangs upon her skin.
009.00G.015  Round as the worlds her head, on every side,
009.00G.016  Like to the fatal Ball which fell on Ide,
009.00G.017  Or that whereof God had such jealousie,
009.00G.018  As for the ravishing thereof we dy.
009.00G.019  Thy %1head%2 is like a rough-hewn statue of jeat,
009.00G.020  Where marks for eyes, nose, mouth, are yet scarce set:
009.00G.021  Like the first Chaos, or flat seeming face
009.00G.022  Of Cynthia, when th'earths shadows her imbrace.
009.00G.023  Like Proserpines white beauty-keeping chest,
009.00G.024  Or Joves best fortunes urne, is her fair brest.
009.00G.025  Thine's like worm-eaten trunks cloth'd in seals skin
009.00G.026  Or grav'd that's dust without, and stink within.
009.00G.027  And like that slender stalk, at whose end stands
009.00G.028  The wood-bine quivering, are her arms and hands,
009.00G.029  Like rough bark'd elmboughs, or the russet skin
009.00G.030  Of men late scourg'd for madness, or for sin;
009.00G.031  Like Sun-parch'd quarters on the city gate,
009.00G.032  Such is thy tan'd skins lamentable state:
009.00G.033  And like a bunch of ragged carrets stand
009.00G.034  The short swoln fingers of thy mistress hand;
009.00G.035  Then like the Chymicks masculine equal fire,
009.00G.036  Which in the Lymbecks warm womb doth inspire
009.00G.037  Into th'earths worthless durt a soul of gold,
009.00G.038  Such cherishing heat her best lov'd part doth hold.
009.00G.039  Thine's like the dread mouth of a fired gun
009.00G.040  Or like hot liquid metals newly run
009.00G.041  Into clay moulds, or like to that AE%Ltna
009.00G.042  Where round about the grass is burnt away. [CW: Are]
009.00G.043  Are not your kisses then as filthy, and more, [p.76]
009.00G.044  As a worm sucking an invenom'd sore?
009.00G.045  Doth not thy fearful hand in feeling quake,
009.00G.046  As one which gathering flowers, still feares a snake?
009.00G.047  Is not your last act harsh, and violent,
009.00G.048  As when a plough a stony ground doth rent?
009.00G.049  So kiss good turtles, so devoutly nice
009.00G.050  A Priest is in his handling Sacrifice,
009.00G.051  And nice in searching wounds the Surgeon is,
009.00G.052  As we, when we embrace, or touch, or kiss,
009.00G.053  Leave her, and I will leave comparing thus,
009.00G.054  Shee and comparisons are odious.
009.00G.0SS  om
009.00G.0$$  no ind.