William Warner. 1558-1609

With that she dasht her on the lippes,

So dyed double red:

Hard was the heart that gave the blow,

Soft were those lips that bled.

Albion's England. Book viii. chap. xli. stanza 53.

We thinke no greater blisse then such

To be as be we would,

When blessed none but such as be

The same as be they should.

Albion's England. Book x. chap. lix. stanza 68.