Becomes the rich munificence of heaven.
While you one kiss, and one alone, resign’d,
Though fav’ring night enwrapp’d th’unconscious grove,
Though well you knew not crowded millions join’d
Could sate th’ unrival’d avarice of love.
Yet, once again the dang’rous gift renew;
With kinder looks prolong the fleeting bliss!
Let me too try, while all thy charms I view,
Like Shakespeare’s Moor, to die upon a kiss.
Yet no such kiss as some cold sister grants,