The Kiss 歌詞

Among thy fancies tell me this What is the thing we call a kiss I shall resolve ye what it is It is a creature born and bred Between the lips, all cherry-red By love and warm desires fed And makes more soft the bridal bed It is an active flame that flies First to the babies of the eyes And charms them there with lullabies And stills the bride too, when she cries Then to the chin, the cheek, the ear It frisks and flies, now here, now there 'Tis now far off, and then 'tis near And here and there, and everywhere Has it a speaking virtue? Yes How speaks it, say? Do you but this Part your joined lips, then speaks your kiss And this love's sweetest language is Has it a body? Ay, and wings With thousand rare encolourings And as it flies, it gently sings Love honey yields, but never stings