Discharge thy dole,
Thou subtle soul,
It stands in little stead
To curse the kiss
That causer is 5
Thy cherry lip doth bleed.
Thy blood ascends
To make amends
For damage thou hast done:
For by the same 10
I felt a flame
More scorching than the sun.
Thou reft'st my heart
By secret art,
My sprites were quite subdued: 15
My senses fled
And I was dead,
Thy lips were scarce imbrued.
The kiss was thine,
The hurt was mine, 20
My heart felt all the pain:
'Twas it that bled
And looked so red,
I tell thee once again.
But if you long 25
To wreak your wrong
Upon your friendly foe;
Come kiss again
And put to pain
The man that hurt you so. 30
1.by hap] by chance, casually; perchance, perhaps.
2.subtle] of fine or delicate texture; also, delicately formed or
molded.
3.stead] standing still, as opposed to movement; stoppage, delay.
13.reft'st] split, tore, broke, in pieces.
15.sprites] spirits. Subdued] to reduce to order or
obedience.
18.imbrued] stained with blood.
26.wreak] the fact of being brought to disaster; downfall,
overthrow, ruin; the action of wrecking or breaking apart.
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