Why doo thy Corall lips disdaine to kisse, And sucke that Sweete, which manie haue desired? That Baulme my Bane, that meanes would mend my misse: Oh let me then with thy sweete Lips b'inspired; When thy Lips touch my Lips, my Lips will turne To Corall too, and being cold yce will burne. Why should thy sweete Loue-locke hang dangling downe, Kissing thy girdle-steed with falling pride? Although thy Skin be white, thy haire is browne: Oh let not then thy haire thy beautie hide; Cut off thy Locke, and sell it for gold wier: (The purest gold is tryde in hottest fier). Faire-long-haire-wearing _Absolon_ was kild, Because he wore it in a brauerie: So that whiche gracde his Beautie, Beautie spild, Making him subiect to vile slauerie, In being hangd: a death for him too good, That sought his owne shame, and his Fathers blood. Againe, we read of old King _Priamus_, (The haplesse syre of valiant _Hector_ slaine) That his haire was so long and odious In youth, that in his age it bred his paine: For if his haire had not been halfe so long, His life had been, and he had had no wrong. For when his stately Citie was destroyd (That Monument of great Antiquitie) When his poore hart (with griefe and sorrow cloyd) Fled to his Wife (last hope in miserie;) _Pyrrhus_ (more hard than Adamantine rockes) Held him and halde him by his aged lockes. These two examples by the way I show, To proue th'indecencie of mens long haire: Though I could tell thee of a thousand moe, Let these suffice for thee (my louely Faire) Whose eye's my starre; whose smiling is my Sunne; Whose loue did ende before my ioys begunne. Fond Loue is blinde, and so art thou (my Deare) For thou seest not my Loue, and great desart; Blinde Loue is fond, and so thou dost appeare; For fond, and blinde, thou greeust my greeuing hart; Be thou fond-blinde, blinde-fond, or one, or all; Thou art my Loue, and I must be thy thrall. Oh lend thine yuorie fore-head for Loues Booke, Thine eyes for candles to behold the same; That when dim-sighted ones therein shall looke They may discerne that proud disdainefull Dame; Yet claspe that Booke, and shut that Cazement light; Lest th'one obscurde, the other shine too bright. Sell thy sweet breath to th'daintie Musk-ball-makers; Yet sell it so as thou mayst soone redeeme it: Let others of thy beauty be pertakers; Els none but _Daphnis_ will so well esteeme it: For what is Beauty except it be well knowne? And how can it be knowne, except first showne?