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A BALLAD:
IN IMITATION OF MARTIAL,
Lib. 6, Ep. 34.
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A BALLAD: IN IMITATION OF MARTIAL, Lib. 6, Ep. 34.
ON LADY ILCHESTER ASKING LORD ILCHESTER HOW MANY KISSES HE WOULD HAVE.
DEAR Betty, come, give me sweet kisses,
For sweeter no girl ever gave:
But why in the midst of our blisses,
Do you ask me how many I'd have?
I'm not to be stinted in pleasure,
Then prithee, dear Betty, be kind;
For as I love thee beyond measure,
To numbers I'll not be confin'd.
For sweeter no girl ever gave:
But why in the midst of our blisses,
Do you ask me how many I'd have?
I'm not to be stinted in pleasure,
Then prithee, dear Betty, be kind;
For as I love thee beyond measure,
To numbers I'll not be confin'd.
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Count the bees that on Hybla are straying,
Count the flow'rs that enamel the fields,
Count the flocks that on Tempe are playing,
Or the grains that each Sicily yields;
Count how many stars are in Heaven,
Go reckon the sands on the shore,
And when so many kisses you've given
I still shall be asking for more.
Count the flow'rs that enamel the fields,
Count the flocks that on Tempe are playing,
Or the grains that each Sicily yields;
Count how many stars are in Heaven,
Go reckon the sands on the shore,
And when so many kisses you've given
I still shall be asking for more.
To a heart full of love let me hold thee,
A heart that, dear Betty, is thine;
In my arms I'll for ever enfold thee,
And curl round thy neck like a vine.
What joy can be greater than this is?
My life on thy lips shall be spent;
But those who can number their kisses
Will always with few be content.
A heart that, dear Betty, is thine;
In my arms I'll for ever enfold thee,
And curl round thy neck like a vine.
What joy can be greater than this is?
My life on thy lips shall be spent;
But those who can number their kisses
Will always with few be content.
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