Turne backe you wanton flyer

Turne backe you wanton flyer,

And answere my desire

Wth mutuall greeting,

Yet bende a little neerer,

True beauty stil shines clerer

In closer meeting,

Harts with harts delighted

Should strive to be united,

Either others armes with armes enchayning,

Harts with a thought, rosie lips

With a kisse still entertaining.

What harvest halfe so sweete is

As still so reape the kisses

Growne ripe in sowing,

And straight to be receiver,

Of that which thou art giver,

Rich in bestowing.

There's no strickt observing,

Of times, or seasons changing,

There is ever one fresh spring abiding,

Then what we sow woth our lips

Let us reape loves gaines deviding.