Stranger maiden, when you waken,
If you miss
So much sweet as may be taken
In a kiss,
What's a mouthful musk or civet?
Sure you would not grudge to give it.
(In your dream
You did seem
Smiling yes though blushing nay.)
Yet I would not choose to thieve it,
Like the bee
Who sippeth free; Therefore, sweetheart, here is pay.
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