Ayres and dialogues For One, Two, and Three Voyces; To be Sung either to the theorbo-lute or basse-viol |
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A Kiss.
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A Kiss.
[I]
When thou Ostella grac'd me with a Kiss,It was conceiv'd it could not wound my Bliss,
Or discompose the Quiet I possest,
E're Love usurp'd the freedome of my breast;
But this I find, such Bliss, such Torment too,
I ne'r had felt, had I not fanci'd you.
II
That welcom'd Kiss shot fire at every 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 shee hath hurt or no.
III
Then when with Sighs and Tears I strive to killThe Raging Heat, they but augment my ill;
The more I breath, the more the Flames aspire,
Love turns my Tears to Oyle to feed the Fire;
And when to you my Griefs I would impart,
Fear tyes my Tongue and Love enthrals my Heart.
IV
License my love Ostella then, and giveA Cure to that, else must not hope to live;
Nor glory in this conquer'd Heart of mine,
Pitie will make your Beauty more divine;
Soften your Heart like mine that doats on you,
Or teach me how to make mine Marble too.
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