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For Men it shines, for Men it glows, And but for men no splendor shines, And if no Succour Man supplies Its object lost, its lustre dies --- Your mouth I've thought too form'd for pray'r But when I once my lips plac'd there Your willing Lips with mutual bliss So ardently return'd the kiss, That tho' for heven it sometimes cries. I feel its heaven, in kissing lies. -- Now if 'gainst this you should aver From features I can nought infer That nothing's told by Eyes & Lips Why then -- descend now to the lips From them I'll take no neat surmise But only what from facts arise the rest continued in another page back. --
