If any can yet greater be,
Yes, my Neæra! yes, ’tis thee!”
KISS VI.
Two thousand kisses of the sweetest kind,
’Twas once agreed, our mutual love should bind;
First from my lips a rapturous thousand flowed,
Then you a thousand in your turn bestowed;
The promised numbers were fulfilled, I own,
But love sufficed with numbers ne’er was known!