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Epig. 18 De Rollo.

Perforce (Roll said) from Sull a kisse he tooke,
And twixt her lips his soul (not knowing) left him
But then he sent his heart his soule to looke,
And her bright ey-beams of his heart bereft him:
If with that kisse he had not drawn a breath,
Whereby sustaind his soulelesse body is,
That day had beene his dismall day of death,
Wherein he snatcht from chased Sull a kisse:
Tis strange her kisse was then so pleasing cold,
When with the best she burnt the boy of old.