Astrophel and Stella: 73

Loue still a boy, and oft a wanton is,School'd onely by his mothers tender eye:What wonder then if he his lesson misse,When for so soft a rod deare play he trie?And yet my Starre, because a sugred kisseIn sport I suckt, while she a sleepe did lie,Doth lowre, nay, chide; nay, threat for only this:Sweet, it was saucie Loue, not humble I.But no scuse serues, she makes her wrath appeareIn Beauties throne, see now who dares come neareThose scarlet judges, threatning bloudy paine?O heau'nly foole, thy most kisse-worthie face,Anger invests with such a louely grace,That Anger selfe I needs must kisse againe.