Lips Tonguelesse.

FOr my part, I never care
For those lips, that tongue-ty'd are:
Tell-tales I wo'd have them be
Of my Mistresse, and of me.
Let them prattle how that I,
Sometimes freeze, and sometimes frie:
Let them tell how she doth move
Fore-or backward in her love:
Let them speak by gentle tones,
One and th'others passions:
How we watch, and seldome sleep:
How by Willowes we doe weep:
How by stealth we meet, and then
Kisse, and sigh, so part agen.
This the lips we will permit
For to tell, not publish it.