Couetous eyes, what did you late behold?
My riuall graced with a sunne-bright smile,
Where he with secret signes, was sweetly told
Her thoughtes with winkes, which all men might beguile.
Audacious did I see him kisse that hand,
Which holdes the reanes of mine vnbridled hart,
And softely wringing it did closely stand
Courting with loue termes, and in louers art:
Next (with his fingers kist) he toucht her middle,
Then saucie (with presumption vncontrolld)
To hers from his eyes sent regardes by riddle.
At length, he kist her cheeke: ah me! so bold
To bandie with bel-gardes in interchange?
Blind mine eyes (enuie) that they may not range.