3550Disdain's a pitch too high for maids to reach,
Scarce will the queen of pride such doctrine teach.
Presumption too? does he deserve that brand,
Who dallies with consent, invited to 't?
What firmer seal than language, lip, and hand?
What better warrant than desired to do 't?
Say, he is saucy that, with crusted fists,
Paws a court-silk, and melts her balmy wrists.
Who feeted that enigma, whose kind air
Spake me the only high in thy esteem?