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Kissing a Young LADY.
I.
Soft Virgin Blossom, Beauty's sweetest Prize,Thou fairest Light, and Comfort of mine Eyes,
Permit the Humblest of your Train,
At length to make a Truce with Pain;
And on your pouting Lips moist Kisses taste,
To quench the boyling Fever in my Breast:
Your Lips that, big with humid Kisses, shew
Like swelling Rose-buds gemm'd with Pearly Dew.
Then, as my eager Love your Lips devours,
Let Kisses fall in soft distilling Show'rs,
And with their healing Drops impart
A Balm to ease, and cool my burning Heart.
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II.
Ah me! a Curse attends my fond Desires;Those Lips, those glowing Lips remove,
That shed no Dews, but drop down melting fires,
The more to torture, and enrage my Love.
So fierce the Flame it cannot be withstood,
It Life devours, and drinks up all my Blood,
The grosser Seeds enlarg'd retire,
And, the whole Frame dissolv'd, in Ashes I expire.
III.
Yet say, my Charmer, tell me whyDo You withdraw your Lips from mine?
Who on that Altar wou'd not wish to die?
Then bring, O! bring your Kisses back again.
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Is of more Value than a Thousand Lives.
'Twas thus Great Hercules did upward go,
For Heav'n refin'd by Fires below;
On OEta's Flames triumphantly he rode,
And from a Mortal, mounted to a God.
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