But what so firme that maie continue euer?[°]
"Oh not so fast," my rauisht Mistriss cryes[°],
"Leaste my content, that on[°] thy life relyes,
Be brought too-soone from his delightfull seate[°],
And me unwares of hoped bliss defeate[°].
Together lett us marche unto content[°],
And be consumed with one blandishment[°]."
As she prescrib'd so kept we crotchet-time[°],
And euerie stroake in ordre lyke a chyme[°],
Whilst she, that had preseru'd me by hir pittie[°],