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Ostella's Kisse.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Ostella's Kisse.

When you Ostella grac'd me with a Kisse,
it was conceiv'd, it could not wound my Blisse
Or discompose the quiet I possest,
e're Love usurp'd the freedome of my Brest.
But this I find, such Blisse, such Torment too,
I ne'r had felt, had I not fanci'd you.
That welcom'd kiss shot fire through ev'ry part,
till it had seiz'd the Chamber of my Heart;
And there surpriz'd the Virgin of Content
that ne'r knew Love before or Detriment:
The Bee so leaves her Sting, yet doth not know,
mistaking thus where she hath hurt or no.

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Then when with sighs and tears I strive to kill,
the raging heat, they but augment my ill.
The more I breath, the more the Flames aspire
Love turns my tears to Oyl to Feed the fire;
And when to you my Griefs I would impart,
Fear ties my Tongue, and Love Enthrals my Heart.
Licence my love Ostella then, and give
A Cure to that, els must not hope to live,
Nor glory in this conquer'd heart of mine,
Pitty will make your Beauty more Divine.
Soften your Heart like mine that dotes on you,
or teach me how to make mine Marble too.