John Marston, The Works of John Marston. Volume 1
“ Mel. My thoughts are as black as your beard; my fortunes as ill-proportioned as your legs; and all the powers of my mind as leaden as your wit, and as dusty as your face is swarthy. 180 Gal. Faith, sweet, I’ll lay thee on the lips for that jest.Mel. I prithee intrude not on a dead man’s right. Gal. No, but the living’s just possession: Thy lips and love are mine. Mel. You ne’er took seizin on them yet: forbear. There’s not a vacant corner of my heart, But all is fill’d with dead Antonio’s loss. Then urge no more; O leave to love at all; ’Tis less disgraceful not to mount than fall. ”
