Sonnet IIII: Love, and my love, did range the

Love, and my love, did range the forrest wilde,
Mounted alyke, upon swift coursers both:
Love her encountred, though he was a childe,
Let's strive (saith he) whereat my love was wroth,
And scorn'd the boy, and checkt him with a smile,
I mounted am, and armed with my speare,
Thou art too weake, thy selfe doe not beguile,
I could thee conquere, if I naked were:
With this love wept, and then my love reply'd:
Kisse me (sweet boy) so: weepe (my boy) no more:
Thus did my love, and thus her force she try'd,
Love was made yee, that fier was before.
A kisse of hers, as I poore soule doe proove,
Can make the hottest freese, and coldest love.