1 Among thy fancies, tell me this, br What is the thing we call a kiss? br 2 I shall resolve ye what it is:-- br br It is a creature born and bred br Between the lips, all cherry-red, br By love and warm desires fed,-- br CHOR. And makes more soft the bridal bed. br br 2 It is an active flame, that flies br First to the babies of the eyes, br And charms them there with lullabies,-- br CHOR. And stills the bride, too, when she cries. br br 2 Then to the chin, the cheek, the ear, br It frisks and flies, now here, now there: br 'Tis now far off, and then 'tis near,-- br CHOR. And here, and there, and every where. br br 1 Has it a speaking virtue? 2 Yes. br 1 How speaks it, say? 2 Do you but this,-- br Part your join'd lips, then speaks your kiss; br CHOR. And this Love's sweetest language is. br br 1 Has it a body? 2 Ay, and wings, br With thousand rare encolourings; br And as it flies, it gently sings-- br CHOR. Love honey yields, but never stings.