Love
For Dorus
Love
WHy Nais stand ye nice
Like to a well wrought Stone,
When Dorus would you kisse?
Denie him not that blisse,
He's but a Child (old Men be Children twice)
And even a Toothlesse one:
And when his Lips yours touch in that delight
Ye need not feare he will those Cherries bite.
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MLA
Drummond, William, of Hawthornden. “For Dorus.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/drummond/128/.
Chicago
Drummond, William, of Hawthornden. “For Dorus.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/drummond/128/.
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