Basia Joannis Secundi Nicolai Hagensis or The Kisses of Joannes Secundus Nicolaius of the Hague. In Latin and English Verse. With the Life of Secundus, and a Critic upon his Basia. Adorn'd with a Cut of the Author, and another of his Mistress Julia, engrav'd by the famous Bernard Picart the Roman [by George Ogle] |
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KISS XIX.
Laborious Bees! why all this fruitless Toil?
Why thus intent to gather pain-full Spoil?
Where blooms the sprightly Rose with freshest Flow'rs;
Where hoary Thyme perfumes the fragrant Bow'rs;
Where wide-spread Odors Anises diffuse;
And vernal Vi'lets shed Nectarean Dews.
Go! to Neæra's Lips, ye Vagrants, fly!
Those Lips will all your honey'd Stores supply.
Nectarean Dews, there, Vernal Vi'lets shed;
There, wide, soft Anises their Odors spread;
There, Thyme with Fragrance yet unknown, perfumes;
And there, the Rose with double Freshness blooms.
Steep'd in the Tears Narcissus lov'd too well!
Bath'd in the Blood from Hyacinthus fell;
Whence variegated Flow'rs were said to rise;
Im-mix'd with purest Nectar from the Skies.
Why thus intent to gather pain-full Spoil?
Where blooms the sprightly Rose with freshest Flow'rs;
Where hoary Thyme perfumes the fragrant Bow'rs;
Where wide-spread Odors Anises diffuse;
And vernal Vi'lets shed Nectarean Dews.
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Those Lips will all your honey'd Stores supply.
Nectarean Dews, there, Vernal Vi'lets shed;
There, wide, soft Anises their Odors spread;
There, Thyme with Fragrance yet unknown, perfumes;
And there, the Rose with double Freshness blooms.
Steep'd in the Tears Narcissus lov'd too well!
Bath'd in the Blood from Hyacinthus fell;
Whence variegated Flow'rs were said to rise;
Im-mix'd with purest Nectar from the Skies.
But when again that purple Mouth invites,
Defraud me not, Unjust, of ancient Rights;
Nor from the tempting Sweets, Ungratefull, drive;
A Friend not useless to the common Hive!
Nor yet each loaded Thigh, too Frugal, swell;
Nor burst, too Covetous, each waxen Cell.
Those melting Treasures, ah! forbear to waste,
Ye Bees, or rob of their delicious Taste!
Lest when I seek, consum'd by fierce Desires,
In humid Draughts to cool my raging Fires;
I mourn (with joy-less Kisses ill-repay'd)
That e'er my Tongue the vain Discov'ry made.
Nor with your Darts her tender Lips annoy.
Trust Me, her Eyes with keener Darts destroy.
Each Wound sure Ruin on the Author brings.
Sip, Harmless, and restrain your wanton Stings!
Defraud me not, Unjust, of ancient Rights;
Nor from the tempting Sweets, Ungratefull, drive;
A Friend not useless to the common Hive!
Nor yet each loaded Thigh, too Frugal, swell;
Nor burst, too Covetous, each waxen Cell.
Those melting Treasures, ah! forbear to waste,
Ye Bees, or rob of their delicious Taste!
Lest when I seek, consum'd by fierce Desires,
In humid Draughts to cool my raging Fires;
I mourn (with joy-less Kisses ill-repay'd)
That e'er my Tongue the vain Discov'ry made.
Nor with your Darts her tender Lips annoy.
Trust Me, her Eyes with keener Darts destroy.
Each Wound sure Ruin on the Author brings.
Sip, Harmless, and restrain your wanton Stings!
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