Gave me your hands, the backs and palmes to kisse.
45That cur'd me not, but to beare paine gave strength,
And what it lost in force, it tooke in length.
I call'd on Love againe, who fear'd you so,
That his compassion still prov'd greater woe;
For, then I dream'd I was in bed with you,
50But durst not feele, for feare't should not prove true.
This merits not your anger, had it beene,
The Queene of Chastitie was naked seene;
And in bed, not to feele, the paine I tooke,