On Seeing and Touching

Wert thou as kind as thou art fair,
All men might have a part,
And breathe thee freely as the air :
For, Cynthia, thou art

In the superlative degree.
More beauteous than the light.
And as the Sun art made to be
An object for the sight.

But since thou hast some sweets unknown,
Ordained for the touch,
Particular for me alone.
Then favour me thus much ;

When to my touch thou dost allow
Thy cheeks, thy lips, thy breast,
Thy noblest parts : then do not thou
Exclude me from the rest.