Sea-born goddess, let me be
By thy son thus graced, and thee,
That whene’er I woo, I find
Virgins coy, but not unkind.
Let me, when I kiss a maid,
Taste her lips, so overlaid
With love’s sirop, that I may
In your temple, when I pray,
Kiss the altar, and confess
There’s in love no bitterness.
(Robert Herrick)
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