If one but touch thy Apron, and wouldst spit
In’s mouth should come to kiss thee: for thy wit
It did extend but unto no, and I,
Confess this truth, or else in faith you lye.
This was thy eloquence; why did I love thee?
Young, plump and fair thou wert, and that did move me.
I took thee and refin’d thee, made thee new,
Alter’d thy nature, chang’d thy former hew:
Taught thee to kiss, embrace, and entertain
A lover with that Sp’rit and catching vein,