Sharing Eve's Apple

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.

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 nought,

      And a blush for just begun it.

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.

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.

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!