Well may that kisse be sweet that's giv'n t' a sleek
And fragrant rose of a vermilion cheek;
And understanding tasters (as are true
And happy Lovers) will commend that too.
'Tis a dead kisse, say I, and must be poor,
Which the place kist hath no means to restore.
But the sweet ecchoing, and the Dove-like billing
Of two encountring Mouthes, when both are willing;
And when at once both Loves advance their bows,
Their shafts drawn home, at once sound at the loose,
(How sweet is such Revenge!) This is true kissing,
Where there is one for t' other without missing
A minute of the time, or taking more
Then that which in the taking they restore.
Where by an interchange of amorous blisses
At the same time they sow and gather kisses.
Kisse a red swelling lip, then kisse a wrist,
A brest, a forehead, or what else thou list,
No part of a fair Nymph so just will be,
Except the lip, to pay this kisse to thee.
Thither your souls come sallying forth, and they
Kisse too, and by the wandring pow'rs convey
Life into smacking Rubies, and transfuse
Into the live and sprightly kisse their use
Of reason; so that yee discourse together
In kisses, which with little noyse deliver
Much matter; and sweet secrets, which hee spels,
Who is a Lover; Gibbrish to all else.
Like life, like mutuall joy they feel, where Love
With equall flames as with two wings doth move.
And as where lips kisse lips is the best Kisse:
So where one's lov'd, to love, best loving is.