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A Dialogue on a Kisse.
Among thy Fancies tell me thisAmong thy Fancies tell me this, What is the thing we call a Kiss?
Resol.I shall resolve you what it is: It is a creature born and bred betwixt the lips all cherry-red, by love and warm and warm desires fed;
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And makes more sweet, and makes more sweet, and makes more sweet the Bridal bed. It is an active flame that flyes first to the Babies of the Eyes, and
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And stills the Bride, and stills the Bride, and stills the Bride too when she crye. Then to the Chin, the Cheek, the Ear, it frisks, it flyes now here, now there, 'tis now far off, and now 'tis neer:
Chorus.
'Tis here and there, 'tis here and there, 'tis here and there and ev'ry where.
Chorus.
And this Loves sweet, and this Loves sweet, and this Loves sweetest language is. Has it a Body? I, and wings, with thousand various colourings, and as it flyes it sweetly sweetly sings, Love hony yields but never stings!
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And as it flyes it sweetly sings, Love hony yields but never stings.
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