William Drummond (Уильям Драммонд)

Kisses Desired

Though I with strange desire
To kiss those rosy lips am set on fire,
Yet will I cease to crave
Sweet touches in such store,
As he who long before
From Lesbia them in thousands did receive.
Heart mine, but once me kiss,
And I by that sweet bliss
Even swear to cease you to importune more;
Poor one no number is;
Another word of me ye shall not hear
After one kiss, but still one kiss, my dear. 

1. Like the Idalian Queen
2. Who Hath Not Seen into Her Saffron Bed
3. Look How the Flower
4. How That Vast Heaven Intitled First Is Roll'd
5. Madrigal

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