WERT thou as kind as thou art fair, All men might have a part, And breathe thee freely as the air: For, Cynthia, thou art In the superlative degree, More beauteous than the light, And as the Sun art made to be An object for the sight. But since thou hast some sweets unknown, Ordained for the touch, Particular for me alone, Then favour me thus much; When to my touch thou dost allow Thy cheeks, thy lips, thy breast, Thy noblest parts: then do not thou Exclude me from the rest. |