Menaphon: Doron's Eclogue

DORON -- Sit down, Carmela, here are cobs for kings, -- Sloes black as jet, or like my Christmas shoes, -- Sweet cider, which my leathern bottle brings: -- Sit down, Carmela, let me kiss thy toes. CARMELA -- Ah Doron, ah my heart, thou art as white -- As is my mother's calf or brinded cow, -- Thine eyes are like the glow-worms in the night, -- Thine hairs resemble thickest of the sow. -- The lines within thy face are deep and clear, -- Like to the furrows of my father's wain, -- The sweat upon thy face doth oft appear -- Like to my mother's fat and kitchen-gain. -- Ah leave my toe, and kiss my lips, my love, -- My lips and thine, for I have given them thee: -- Within thy cap 'tis thou shalt wear my glove -- At foot-ball sport thou shalt my champion be. DORON -- Carmela dear, even as the golden ball -- That Venus got, such are thy goodly eyes, -- When cherries' juice is jumbled therewithal, -- Thy breath is like the steam of apple pies. -- Thy lips resemble two cucumbers fair, -- Thy teeth like to the tusks of fattest swine, -- Thy speech is like the thunder in the air: -- Would God thy toes, thy lips and all were mine. CARMELA -- Doron, what thing doth move this wishing grief? DORON -- 'Tis Love, Carmela, ah, 'tis cruel Love. -- That like a slave and caitiff villain thief, -- Hath cut my throat of joy for thy behove. CARMELA -- Where was he born? DORON -- In faith I know not where; -- But I have heard much talking of his dart. -- Ay me, poor man, with many a trampling tear -- I feel him wound the fore-horse of my heart. -- What, do I love? O no, I do but talk; -- What, shall I die for love? O no, not so; -- What, am I dead? O no, my tongue doth walk: -- Come, kiss, Carmela, and confound my woe. CARMELA -- Even with this kiss, as once my father did, -- I seal the sweet indentures of delight; -- Before I break my vow the Gods forbid, -- No, not by day, nor yet by darksome night. DORON -- Even with this garland made of holly-hocks, -- I cross thy brows from every shepherd's kiss; -- Heigh ho, how glad am I to touch thy locks, -- My frolic heart even now a free man is. ^CARMELA -- I thank you Doron, and will think on you; -- I love you Doron, and will wink on you, -- I seal your charter patent with my thumbs: -- Come, kiss and part, for fear my mother comes.