Come hither Womankind and all their worth, Give me thy kisses as I call them forth. Give me the billig-kiss, that of the dove, A kiss of love; The melting-kiss, a kiss that doth consume To a perfume; The extract-kiss, of every sweet a part, A kiss of art; The kiss which ever stirs some new delight, A kiss of might; The twaching smacking kiss, and when you cease A kiss of peace; The music-kiss, crotchet and quaver time, The kiss of rhyme; The kiss of eloquence, which doth belong Unto the tongue; The kiss of all the sciences in one, The Kiss alone. So ‘tis enough.
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