No rosary this vot'ress needs—
Her very syllables are beads;
No sooner 'twixt those rubies born,
60But jewels are in ear-rings worn.
With what delight her speech doth enter;
It is a kiss o' th' second venter.
And I dissolve at what I hear,
As if another Rosamond were
Couched in the labyrinth of my ear.
Yet that 's but a preludious bliss,