My Love Bound Me With A Kiss

My love bound me with a kiss

That I should no longer stay;

When I felt so sweet a bliss

I had less power to part away:

Alas, that women doth not know

Kisses make men loath to go.

Yes, she knows it but too well,

For I heard when Venus' dove

In her ear did softly tell

That kisses were the seals of love:

O muse not then though it be so,

Kisses make men loath to go.

Wherefore did she thus inflame

My desires heat my blood,

Instantly to quench the same

And starve whom she had given food?

I the common sense can show,

Kisses make men loath to go.

Had she bid me go at first

It would ne'er have grieved my heart,

Hope delayed had been the worst;

But ah to kiss and then to part!

How deep it struck, speak, gods, you know

Kisses make men loath to go.