Stolen Pleasure

My sweet did sweetly sleep,

And on her rosy face

Stood tears of pearl, which beauty’s self did weep;

I, wond’ring at her grace,

Did all amaz’d remain,

When Love said, “Fool, can looks thy wishes crown?

Time past comes not again.”

Then did I me bow down,

And kissing her fair breast, lips, cheeks, and eyes

Prov’d here on earth the joys of paradise.