I

O blush not so! O blush not so! 
   Or I shall think you knowing; 
And if you smile the blushing while, 
   Then maidenheads are going. 


II

There's a blush for won't, and a blush for shan't, 
   And a blush for having done it: 
There's a blush for thought and a blush for naught, 
   And a blush for just begun it. 


III

O sigh not so! O sigh not so! 
   For it sounds of Eve's sweet pippin; 
By these loosen'd lips you have tasted the pips 
   And fought in an amorous nipping. 


IV

Will you play once more at nice-cut-core, 
   For it only will last our youth out, 
And we have the prime of the kissing time, 
   We have not one sweet tooth out. 


V

There's a sigh for yes, and a sigh for no, 
   And a sigh for I can't bear it! 
O what can be done, shall we stay or run? 
   O cut the sweet apple and share it!