Alexander Brome

To a Lady that turned her Cheek

1.

ANd why this coyness, Lady mine?
What needs all this adoe?
'Tis but a swap, my lips for thine,
A gentle touch, and goe.
Nay let such kisses still be kept,
Let him that is deny'd
Your lip, and will your cheek accept,
Lye only by your side.

2.

I hate to kiss your druggs and foiles,
'Tis flesh that I affect,
And you whose art your nature spoils,
I like not, but suspect.
Pray why's your mouth more shie than mine?
Am't I as sound as you're?
My lips let in as much good wine,
And send out words as pure.

3.

Expect no courtship more from me,
Nor words, that you, and I
May in our judgments plainly see,
Make but a ranting lie:
Leave these coy humours and be plain:
Deny, or else be free,
Look not for love, w'thout love again,
I'll kiss, if you'l kiss me.