Classic Poem

Come hither Womankind, and all their worth,
Give me thy Kisses as I call them forth.
Give me the billing-Kiss, that of the Dove,
A Kiss of love;
The melting-Kiss, a Kiss that doth consume
To a perfume;
The extract-Kiss, of every sweet a part,
A Kiss of Art;
The Kiss which ever stirs some new delight,
A kiss of Might;
The twaching smacking Kiss, and when you cease
A Kiss of Peace;
The Musick-Kiss, crotchet and quaver time,
The Kiss of Rime,
The Kiss of Eloquence, which doth belong
Unto the tongue;
The Kiss of all the Sciences in one,
The Kiss alone.
So 'tis enough.