Give Me A Kiss, And To That

Roses At First Were White, Till Thy Co'd Not Agree, Whether My Sapho's Breast, Or They More White Sho'd Be.

It Is An Active Flame That Fliesfirst To The Babies In The Eyes.

Hell Is No Other But A Soundlesse Pit, Where No One Beame Of Comfort Peeps In It.

Give House-room To The Best; 'tis Never Known Verture And Pleasure Both To Dwell In One.

Like Will To Like, Each Creature Loves His Kind.