The Kiss A Dialogue
Among thy fancies, tell me this,
What is the thing we call a kiss? I shall resolve ye what it is:—It is a creature born and
Between the lips, all cherry-red,
By love and warm desires
US. And makes more soft the bridal bed. It is an active flame, that
First to the babies of the eyes,
And charms them there with
US. And stills the bride, too, when she cries. Then to the chin, the cheek, the ear,
It frisks and flies, now here, now there:'Tis now far off, and then 'tis
US. And here, and there, and every where. Has it a speaking virtue? Yes. How speaks it, say? Do you but this,—Part your join'd lips, then speaks your kiss;
US. And this Love's sweetest language is. Has it a body? Ay, and wings,
With thousand rare encolourings;
And as it flies, it gently
US. Love honey yields, but never stings.
Robert Herrick
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The Argument Of His Book
I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers, Of April, May, of June, and July flowers I sing of May-poles, hock-carts, wassails, wakes,
Upon Julias Clothes
Whenas in silks my Julia goes, Then, then, methinks, how sweetly That liquefaction of her clothes Next, when I cast mine eyes and
Upon Loveby Way Of Question and Answer
I bring ye love ES What will love do NS
Upon A Child
Here a pretty baby Sung asleep with lullabies; Pray be silent, and not Th' easy earth that covers her
