That Virgin Part, altho’ it itched much.
And in her last expiring dying Groans,
Desir’d no Tomb, if it was built with Stones.
The Effects of Love.
Love is the sweetest softest Passion,
That can warm the human Soul;
’Tis a gentle Inclination
Which doth ev’ry Care controul:
Thro’ our Bosom Love diffusing,
Tender Thoughts is ever choosing;