Whilst conscious she her looks with red would dress,
Fearing her pulse was traitor to her mind.
For 'tis entruthed by some that by this vein
1040We may the knowledge of affections gain.
Such knowledge gained he by her pulse's touch,
Which leapt to meet, not chide, his busy thumbs,
That he desired a kiss; and found it such
Whose sweetness far outsweet[en]s Hybla's combs:
Then cried, 'Give for each lip a cherry sweet,
And then a third, in which they two may meet.'