Classic Poem

" BEE not affrayd thou fayrest, thou rarest
tha t eu er was made! deny me not a kisse;
then thou shalt see the Measure of pleasure
tha t I will haue from thee what hurts there in this?
Then lets imbrace, & lett pleasure be free,
the world shall neere take notice how delightfull [we be.]

" I see tha t spyes, both peeping & creeping,
in eche corner lyes to hinder all our Ioyes;
but Cupidd shall see, & find them, & blind them
thatt hindrance wilbe to the getting of Boyes
Then lets, &c:/

" Venus, Iupiter, faire nature, Dame creature,
Made thee for delight, but yett for none but I;
Then lets imbrace, & riffle & trifle,
leaue a Iewell in the place, but keeptt till you d[ye.]
Then Lets, &c. "

" Nay pish! nay fye! youle venter to enter!
a trespas soe high, youle wist were vndone;
should any spie, theyle wonder, looke yonder;
but youle not fly the place you haue begunn.
Then Lets, &c.

" Now you haue enioyed the Measure of pleasure,
indeed I['m] destroyed if you speake of it againe;
for women doe proue neclected, reiected,
when freedome of love is known to other men
Now you haue enioyed me, & all things be free,
in faith youle vndoe me if a teltale you bee

" Then heeres my hart! Ile eu er endeu er
tha t wee will neu er p ar t till death assignes the time.
were itt not you, beleeue me it wold greeue m[e]
to doo what I doo; tha t loue shold be a crime;
but it is a fault of soe sweet a degree,
tha t sure I am p er swaded, court nor country be fr[ee.] "