She.

1321.

Although there be no fault in him, the sweetness of his love

Hath power in me a fretful jealousy to move.

1322.

My 'anger feigned' gives but a little pain;

And when affection droops, it makes it bloom again.

1323.

Is there a bliss in any world more utterly divine,

Than 'coyness' gives, when hearts as earth and water join?

1324.

Within the 'anger feigned,' that close love's tie doth bind,

A weapon lurks, which quite breaks down my mind.

He.

1325.

Though free from fault, from loved one's tender arms

To be estranged awhile hath its own special charms.

1326.

'Tis sweeter to digest your food than 'tis to eat;

In love, than union's self is anger feigned more sweet.

1327.

In lovers' quarrels, 'tis the one that first gives way,

That in re-union's joy is seen to win the day.

1328.

And shall we ever more the sweetness know of that embrace

With dewy brow; to which 'feigned anger' lent its piquant grace.

1329.

Let her, whose jewels brightly shine, aversion feign!

That I may still plead on, O night, prolong thy reign!

1330.

A 'feigned aversion' coy to pleasure gives a zest;

The pleasure's crowned when breast is clasped to breast.