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. Who Hath Not Seen into Her Saffron Bed
2. Madrigal
3. Now While the Night Her Sable Veil Hath Spread
4. Ora
5. Like the Idalian Queen

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