The Phanseys of William Cavendish Marquis of Newcastle addressed to Margaret Lucas and her Letters in reply: Edited by Douglas Grant |
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 | The Phanseys of William Cavendish Marquis of Newcastle |  |
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Love's Flowers
From your lipps I will Pluck
Freshe Roses, Kisses suck,
And blow those budinge leaves;
Robb you, and so disseaves
Those Odoriferous
Fragrant love's flowers thus.
Freshe Roses, Kisses suck,
And blow those budinge leaves;
Robb you, and so disseaves
Those Odoriferous
Fragrant love's flowers thus.
It is no theft, for when
I kisse, you tak't agen;
And doth your lipps renue
With your owne hony'd dewe
And Naturall showers, gott
From your tongue's water pott.
I kisse, you tak't agen;
And doth your lipps renue
With your owne hony'd dewe
And Naturall showers, gott
From your tongue's water pott.
When my Lipps, heated, seekes
Love's cooler Walkes, your Cheekes;
Or wandringe loves to Roave
In thicketts, your hayr's Groave;
Or on love's Mounts that's fayre,
Your pantinge brests, gives Ayre;
Love's cooler Walkes, your Cheekes;
Or wandringe loves to Roave
In thicketts, your hayr's Groave;
Or on love's Mounts that's fayre,
Your pantinge brests, gives Ayre;
Or Bayth me in love's poole,
My heated love to coole;
Or in love's Grotto shunne
Your Eys, Each a hott Sunne;
Freshe fountayns there will please me,
With sweet fan'd Ayre to Ease mee.
My heated love to coole;
Or in love's Grotto shunne
Your Eys, Each a hott Sunne;
Freshe fountayns there will please me,
With sweet fan'd Ayre to Ease mee.
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