HE Say no more, sweet, say no more! SHE Love trusts, and that's enough, my dear. Trust wins to trust; whereof, my dear, Love holds to love; and love, my dear, Is—well, that's all my lore. HE Come, pay me or I'll scold you.— Give me the kiss you owe.— You fly when I'd enfold you? SHE No! no! I say! now, no! How often have I told you, You must not treat me so? HE More sweet the dusk for this is, For lips that meet in kisses.— [Pg 14] Come! come! why run from blisses
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