The Poetical Works of William Drummond of Hawthornden With "A Cypresse Grove": Edited by L. E. Kastner |
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xxv. Of a Kisse.
Lips, double port of loue,Of joy tell all the arte,
Tell all the sweetnesse lies
In earthlie paradise,
Sith happy now yee proue
What blisse
A kisse
Of sweetest Nais can bring to the hart.
Tell how your former joyes
Haue beene but sad annoyes:
This, onlye this, doth ease a long felt smart,
This, onlye this, doth life to loue impart.
Endymion, I no more
Enuie thy happye state,
Nor his who had the fate
Rauisht to be and huggd on Ganges shore:
Enuie nor yet doe I
Adon, nor Joues cup-bearer in the skie.
Deare crimson folds, more sweetnesse yee doe beare
Than Hybla Tops or Gardenes of Madere.
Sweet, sweetning Midases, your force is such,
That eurye thing turnes sweet which yee doe touch.
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