Hide not, sweetest Love, a sight so pleasing

Hide not, sweetest Love, a sight so pleasing
As those smalls so light composed,
Those fair pillars your knees gently easing,
That tell wonders, being disclosed.
O show me yet a little more:
Here's the way, bar not the door.

How like sister's twines these knees are joined
To resist my bold approaching!
Why should beauty lurk, like mines uncoined?
Love is right and no encroaching.
O show me yet a little more:
Here's the way, bar not the door.