188 I'll sigh celestial breath, whose gentle wind Shall cool the heat of this descending sun: I'll make a shadow for thee of my hairs; 191 If they burn too, I'll quench them with my tears. 'The sun that shines from heaven shines but warm, And lo! I lie between that sun and thee: The heat I have from thence doth little harm, Thine eye darts forth the fire that burneth me; 196 And were I not immortal, life were done Between this heavenly and earthly sun. 'Art thou obdurate, flinty, hard as steel? Nay, more than flint, for stone at rain relenteth: 200 Art thou a woman's son, and canst not feel What 'tis to love? how want of love tormenteth? O! had thy mother borne so hard a mind, 203 She had not brought forth thee, but died unkind.

     'What am I that thou shouldst contemn me this?
     Or what great danger dwells upon my suit?
     What were thy lips the worse for one poor kiss?
       Speak, fair; but speak fair words, or else be mute:
       Give me one kiss, I'll give it thee again,         209
     And one for interest if thou wilt have twain.

     'Fie! lifeless picture, cold and senseless stone,
     Well-painted idol, image dull and dead,              212
     Statue contenting but the eye alone,
     Thing like a man, but of no woman bred:
       Thou art no man, though of a man's complexion,
       For men will kiss even by their own direction.'    216

     This said, impatience chokes her pleading tongue,
     And swelling passion doth provoke a pause;
     Red cheeks and fiery eyes blaze forth her wrong;
     Being judge in love, she cannot right her cause:     220
       And now she weeps, and now she fain would speak,
       And now her sobs do her intendments break.

     Sometimes she shakes her head, and then his hand;
     Now gazeth she on him, now on the groun