Down in a bed and on a bed of down, Love, she, and I to sleep together lay; She like a wanton kissed me with a frown, Sleep, sleep, she said, but meant to steal away; I could not choose but kiss, but wake, but smile, To see how she thought us two to beguile. She feigned a sleep, I waked her with a kiss; A kiss to me she gave to make me sleep; If I did wrong, sweet love, my fault was this, In that I did not you thus waking keep. "Then kiss me, sweet, that so I sleep may take, Or let me kiss to keep you still awake." The night drew on and needs she must be gone; She waked Love, and bid him learn to wait; She sighed, she said, to leave me there alone, And bid Love stay but practise no deceit. Love wept for grief, and sighing made great moan, And could not sleep nor stay if she were gone. "Then stay, sweet love;" a kiss with that I gave; She could not stay, but gave my kiss again; A kiss was all that I could get or crave, And with a kiss she bound me to remain. "Ah Licia," still I in my dreams did cry, "Come, Licia, come, or else my heart will die." II Distance of place my love and me did part, Yet both did swear we never would remove; In sign thereof I bid her take my heart, Which did, and doth, and can not choose but love. Thus did we part in hope to meet again, Where both did vow most constant to remain. A she there was that passed betwixt us both, By whom each knew how other's cause did fare; For men to trust men in their love are loth; Thus had we both of love a lover's care. Haply he seeks his sorrows to renew, That for his love doth make another sue. By her a kiss, a kiss to me she sent. A kiss for price more worth than purest gold. She gave it her, to me the kiss was meant; A she to kiss, what harm if she were bold? Happy those lips that had so sweet a kiss, For heaven itself scarce yields so sweet a bliss! This modest she, blushing for shame of this, Or loth to part from that she liked so well, Did play false play, and gave me not the kiss; Yet my love's kindness could not choose to tell. Then blame me not, that kissing sighed and swore I kissed but her whom you had kissed before. Sweet, love me more, and blame me not, sweet love; I kissed those lips, yet harmless I do vow; Scarce would my lips from off those lips remove, For still methought, sweet fair, I kissed you. And thus, kind love, the sum of all my bliss Was but begun and ended in a kiss. Then send me more, but send them by your friend; Kiss none but her, nor her, nor none at all. Beware by whom such treasures you do send, I must them lose except I for them call. And love me, dear, and still still kissing be; Both like and love, but none, sweet love, but me. III