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| | | Mark but this flea, and mark in this, |
| | | How little that which thou deny’st me is; |
| | | It sucked me first, and now sucks thee, |
| | | And in this flea, our two bloods mingled be. |
| 5 | | Thou know’st that this cannot be said |
| | | A sin, or shame, or loss of maidenhead, |
| | | Yet this enjoys before it woo, |
| | | And pampered swells with one blood made of two, |
| | | And this, alas, is more than we would do. |
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| 10 | | Oh stay, three lives in one flea spare, |
| | | Where we almost, yea more than married are. |
| | | This flea is you and I, and this |
| | | Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is. |
| | | Though parents grudge, and you, w’are met, |
| 15 | | And cloistered in these living walls of jet. |
| | | Though use make you apt to kill me, |
| | | Let not to that, self murder added be, |
| | | And sacrilege, three sins in killing three. |
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| | | Cruel and sudden, hast thou since |
| 20 | | Purpled thy nail, in blood of innocence? |
| | | Wherein could this flea guilty be, |
| | | Except in that drop which it sucked from thee? |
| | | Yet thou triumph’st, and say’st that thou |
| | | Find’st not thyself, nor me the weaker now; |
| 25 | | ’Tis true, then learn how false, fears be. |
| | | Just so much honour, when thou yield’st to me, |
| | | Will waste, as this flea’s death took life from thee. |
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Contributed by Robert Clark.
