Licia, or Poemes of Loue In Honour of the admirable and singular vertues of his Lady, to the imitation of the best Latin Poets, and others. Whereunto is added the Rising to the Crowne of Richard the third [by Giles Fletcher] |
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Sonnet. XVI.
[Graunt fayrest kind, a kisse unto thy friend]
Graunt fayrest kind, a kisse unto thy friend,A blush replyde, and yet a kisse I had:
It is not heaven, that can such nectar send,
Whereat my senses, all amaz'd, were glad.
This done, she fled, as one that was afrayde,
And I desyr'd to kisse, by kissing more,
My love she frown'd, and I my kissing stayde,
Yet wisht to kisse her, as I did before:
Then as the vine, the propping elme doeth claspe,
Lothe to depart, till both together dye:
So folde me (sweete) untill my latest gaspe,
That in thy armes, to death, I kist, may lye.
Thus whilest I live, for kisses I must call,
Still kisse me, (sweete) or kisse me not at all.
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