Then to the chin, the cheek, the ear,
It frisks, and flies,—now here, now there;
’Tis now far off, and then ’tis near;
Chor. And here, and there, and everywhere.
1. Has it a speaking virtue?—2. Yes.
1. How speaks it, say?—2. Do you but this,
Part your joined lips, then speaks your kiss;
Chor. And this love’s sweetest language is.
1. Has it a body?—2. Ay, and wings,
With thousand rare encolorings;