It frisks and flyes; now here, now there;
’Tis now farre off, and then ’tis nere;
Chorus.—And here, and there, and every where.
1. Has it a speaking virtue?—2. Yes.
1. How speaks it, say?—2. Do you but this,
Part your joyn’d lips, then speaks your kisse;
Chorus.—And this loves sweetest language is.
1. Has it a body?—2. Ay, and wings,
With thousand rare encolourings;
And as it flies, it gently sings,