1 Young and simple though I am, I haue heard of Cupids name : Guesse I can what thing it is, Men desire when they doe kisse. Smoake can neuer burne they say, But the flames that follow may. 2 I am not so foule or fayre, To be proud, nor to despayre ; Guesse I can what thing it is, Men desire when they doe kisse. Smoake can neuer burne they say, But the flames that follow may. 3 Faith 'tis but a foolish minde, Yet me thinkes a heat I finde, Like thirst longing that doth bide Euer on my weaker side : Where they say my hart doth moue, Venus grant it be not loue. 4 If it be, alas, what then ? Were not women made for men ? As good t'were a thing were past, That must needes bee done at last. Roses that are ouer-blowne Growe lesse sweet, then fall alone. 5 Yet nor Churle, nor silken Gull Shall my Mayden blossome pull : Who shall not I soone can tell, Who shall would I could as well : This I know who ere hee be, Loue hee must, or flatter me.
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