Astrophel and Stella: 80

Sweet swelling lip, well maist thou swell in pride,Since best wits thinke it were thee to admire;Natures praise, Vertues stall, Cupids cold fire,Whence words, not words, but heau'nly graces slideThe new Parnassus, where the Muses bide,Sweetner of musicke, wisedomes beautifier:Breather of life, and fastner of desire,Where Beauties blush in Honours graine is dide.Thus much my heart compeld my mouth to say,But now spite of my heart my mouth wil stay,Loathing all lies, doubting this Flatterie is:And no spur can his resty race renew,Without how farre this praise is short of you,Sweet lip, you teach my mouth with one sweet kisse.