Lady, you think you spite me, when by the lip you bite me. But if you think it trouble, then let my pain be double. I triple but you bliss me, for though you bite, you kiss me and with sour sweet delight me.
Lady, you think you spite me, when by the lip you bite me. But if you think it trouble, then let my pain be double. I triple but you bliss me, for though you bite, you kiss me and with sour sweet delight me.