Love
Kisses Loathsome.
From Hesperides (1648)
Love
I Abhor the slimie kisse,
(Which to me most loathsome is.)
Those lips please me which are plac't
Close, but not too strictly lac't:
Yeilding I wo'd have them; yet
Not a wimbling Tongue admit:
What sho'd poking-sticks make there,
When the rufse is set elsewhere?
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MLA
Herrick, Robert. “Kisses Loathsome.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/herrick/887/.
Chicago
Herrick, Robert. “Kisses Loathsome.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/herrick/887/.
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