Come hither, womankind and all their worth,
Give me thy kisses as I call them forth.
Give me the billing kiss, that of the dove,
A kiss of love;
The melting kiss, a kiss that doth consume
To a perfume;
The extract kiss, of every sweet a part,
A kiss of art;
The kiss which ever stirs some new delight,
A kiss of might;
The twaching smacking kiss, and when you cease,
A kiss of peace;
The music kiss, crochet-and-quaver time;
The kiss of rhyme;
The kiss of eloquence, which doth belong
Unto the tongue;
The kiss of all the sciences in one,
The kiss alone.
So, ‘tis enough.
Edward Herbert, Lord Cherbury 1583-1648