Love for such a cherry lip

Love for such a cherry lip

Would be glad to pawn his arrows;

Venus here to take a sip

Would sell her doves and team of sparrows.

But they shall not so;

None but I this lip must owe.

Did Jove see this wanton eye,

Ganymede must wait no longer;

Phoebe here one night did lie,

Would change her face and look much younger.

But they shall not so;

None but I this lip must owe.