To Mistress Amy Potter.
Ay me! I love; give him your hand to kiss Who both your wooer and your poet is. Nature has precompos'd us both to love: Your part's to grant; my scene must be to move. Dear, can you like, and liking love your poet? If you say "Aye," blush-guiltiness will show it. Mine eyes must woo you, though I sigh the while: True love is tongueless as a crocodile. And you may find in love these different parts-- Wooers have tongues of ice, but burning hearts.
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"Ay me! I love; give him your hand to kiss..."
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