The Kisse. A Dialogue.

AMong thy Fancies, tell me this,
What is the thing we call a kisse?

I shall resolve ye, what it is.

It is a creature born and bred
Between the lips, (all cherrie-red,)
By love and warme desires fed,

And makes more soft the Bridall Bed.

It is an active flame, that flies,
First to the Babies of the eyes;
And charmes them there with lullabies;

And stils the Bride too, when she cries.

Then to the chin, the cheek, the eare,
It frisks, and flyes, now here, now there,
'Tis now farre off, and then tis nere;

And here, and there, and every where.

Ha's it a speaking virtue? 2. Yes;
1. How speaks it, say? 2. Do you but this,
Part your joyn'd lips, then speaks your kisse;

And this loves sweetest language is.

Has it a body? 2. I, and wings
With thousand rare encolourings:
And as it flyes, it gently sings,

Love, honie yeelds; but never stings.