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The KISS.
1656.
To Mrs. C.
Hold not your Lips so close; dispence
Treasures, Perfumes, and Life from thence.
Squeeze not those full-ripe Cherries; this
Becomes a Simper, not a Kiss.
There's danger to lock up your Breath,
It Cousin-German is to Death.
None baggs up wind, the Merchant swears,
Unless some wrinkled Laplanders.
What needs this Guard; it is small sence
Thus to hedge in a double Fence.
Clos'd Lips express but silent Blisses,
And at the best are but dumb Kisses.
You are with Cupid little kind,
To make him Dumb as well as Blind.
Such Smacks but shew a silent state;
Kisses should be articulate.
An open-mouthed Kiss speaks sence,
It is the Lovers eloquence,
Let yours speak out then; there's no Bliss
To th' Pronuntiation of a Kiss.
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