At every taste new joy I’d prove,
And die of aromatic love.
Then, charmer, ne’er deny the bliss
That flows from thy delicious kiss;
And if there be a joy intense
In gratifying human sense,
Be love, and love alone, your plan,
And me alone the happy man.
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