Fain Would I Kiss My

Show Me Thy Feet, Show Me Thy Legs, Thy Thighs Show Me Those Fleshy Principalities; Show Me That Hill Where Smiling Love Doth Sit, Having A Living Fountain Under It; Show Me Thy Waist, Then Let Me There Withal, By The Ascension Of Thy Lawn, See All.

I Dare Not Ask A Kiss; I Dare Not Beg A Smile; Lest Having That Or This, I Might Grow Proud The While. No, No, The Utmost Share Of My Desire Shall Be Only To Kiss That Air, That Lately Kissed Thee.

I Do Love I Know Not What; Sometimes This, And Sometimes That.

Whatever Comes, Let's Be Content Withal: Among God's Blessings There Is No One Small.

Our Present Tears Here, Not Our Present Laughter Are But The Handsells Of Our Joys Hereafter.