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The Kisse.
VVhen on thy lip my soul I breath,
Which there meets thine,
Freed from their fetters by this death
Our subtile Forms combine;
Thus without bonds of sence they move,
And like two Cherubins converse by love.
Which there meets thine,
Freed from their fetters by this death
Our subtile Forms combine;
Thus without bonds of sence they move,
And like two Cherubins converse by love.
Spirits to chains of earth confin'd
Discourse by sence;
But ours that are by flames refin'd
With those weak ties dispence;
Let such in words their minds display,
We in a kisse our mutual thoughts convey,
Discourse by sence;
But ours that are by flames refin'd
With those weak ties dispence;
Let such in words their minds display,
We in a kisse our mutual thoughts convey,
But since my soul from me doth flie,
To thee retir'd,
Thou canst not both retain; for I
Must be with one inspir'd;
Then, Dearest, either justly mine
Restore, or in exchange let me have thine:
To thee retir'd,
Thou canst not both retain; for I
Must be with one inspir'd;
Then, Dearest, either justly mine
Restore, or in exchange let me have thine:
Yet if thou dost return mine own,
Oh tak't again!
For 'tis this pleasing death alone
Gives ease unto my pain:
Kill me once more, or I shall find
Thy pity then thy cruelty, lesse kind.
Oh tak't again!
For 'tis this pleasing death alone
Gives ease unto my pain:
Kill me once more, or I shall find
Thy pity then thy cruelty, lesse kind.
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