To CASTARA, Vpon a trembling kisse at departure.

TH' Arabian wind, whose breathing gently blows
Purple to th' Violet, blushes to the Rose,
Did never yeeld …n odour rich as this.
Why are you then so thrifty of a kisse,
Authoriz'd even by custome? Why doth feare
So tremble on your lip, my lip being neare?
Thinke you I parting with so sad a zeale,
Will act so blacke a mischiefe, as to steale
Thy Roses thence? And they, by this device,
Transplanted: somewhere else force Paradice?
Or else you feare, lest you, should my heart skip
Vp to my mouth, t'incounter with your lip,
Might rob me of it: and be judg'd in this,
T'have Iudas like betraid me with a kisse.