Giles Fletcher - To Licias IV lyrics

Love and my love did range the forest wild, Mounted alike, upon swift coursers both. Love her encountered, though he was a child. "Let's strive," saith he, whereat my love was wroth, And scorned the boy, and checked him with a smile. "I mounted am, and arméd with my spear; Thou art too weak, thyself do not beguile; I could thee conquer if I naked were." With this ]ove wept, and then my love replied: "Kiss me, sweet boy, so weep my boy no more." Thus did my love, and then her force she tried; Love was made ice, that fire was before. A kiss of hers, as I, poor soul, do prove, Can make the hottest freeze and coldest love.