Cruel, you pull away to soone your lips, your dainty lips,
when as you kisse mee,
But you should hould them still
and then should you blisse mee,
Now or eare I tast them,
strait away they hast them,
But you perhaps retire them,
to move my thoughts thereby
the more to fyre them.
Alas such baits you need to fynd out never:
if you would let mee,
(you should not feare)
I would kisse you.
If you would let mee
I would kisse and kisse you ever.