She Rapture at thought and joy when seen 1281 Belong to love and not to wine. When passion grows palmyra-tall 1282 Sulking is wrong though millet-small. Though slighting me he acts his will 1283 My restless eyes would see him still. Huff I would, maid, but I forget; 1284 And leap to embrace him direct. When close I see not lord's blemish 1285 Like eyes that see not painter's brush. When he's with me I see not fault 1286 And nought but fault when he is not. To leap in stream which carries off 1287 When lord is close to feign a huff. Like wine to addicts that does disgrace 1288 Your breast, O thief, is for my embrace! He Flower-soft is love; a few alone 1289 Know its delicacy so fine. She feigned dislike awhile but flew 1290 Faster for embrace than I do.