My love bound me with a kiss
  That I should no longer stay;
When I felt so sweet a bliss
  I had less power to part away:
Alas, that women doth not know
Kisses make men loth to go.

Yes, she knows it but too well,
  For I heard when Venus’ dove
In her ear did softly tell
  That kisses were the seals of love:
O muse not then though it be so,
Kisses make men loth to go.

Wherefore did she thus inflame
  My desires heat my blood,
Instantly to quench the same
  And starve whom she had given food?
I the common sense can show,
Kisses make men loth to go.

Had she bid me go at first
  It would ne’er have grieved my heart,
Hope delayed had been the worst;
  But ah to kiss and then to part!
How deep it struck, speak, gods, for you know
Kisses make men loth to go.