So quicke, so hot

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Thomas Campion

The Third Booke of Ayres

1618

XXVIII. So quicke, so hot

       1  So quicke, so hot, so mad is thy fond sute;
       So rude, so tedious growne in vrging mee.
       That faine I would with losse make thy tongue mute,
       And yeeld some little grace to quiet thee.
             An houre with thee I care not to converse :
             For I would not be counted too peruerse.

       2  But roofes too hot would proue for men all fire;
       And hils too high for my vnused pace ;
       The groue is charg'd with thornes and the bold bryer;
       Gray Snakes the meadowes shrowde in euery place :
             A yellow Frog alas will fright me so
             As I should start and tremble as I goe.

       3  Since then I can on earth no fit roome finde,
       In heauen I am resolu'd with you to meete ;
       Till then for Hopes sweet sake rest your tir'd minde,
       And not so much as see mee in the streete :
             A heauenly meeting one day wee shall haue,
             But neuer, as you dreame, in bed, or graue.