Love feares nothing else but anger.
6 Yet those lippes so sweetly swelling,
Do invite a stealing kisse;
Now but venture will I this,
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7 Oh sweete kisse, but ah shee is waking.
Lowring beautie chastens mee.
Now will I for feare hence flee,
Foole, more Foole for no more taking.