Weeping and Kissing
A kiss I begged; but, smiling, she
Denied it me:
When straight, her cheeks with tears o'erflown,
Now kinder grown,
What smiling she 'd not let me have,
She weeping gave.
Then you, whom scornful beauties awe,
Hope yet relief;
For Love (who tears from smiles) can draw
Pleasure from grief.
A kiss I begged; but, smiling, she
Denied it me:
When straight, her cheeks with tears o'erflown,
Now kinder grown,
What smiling she 'd not let me have,
She weeping gave.
Then you, whom scornful beauties awe,
Hope yet relief;
For Love (who tears from smiles) can draw
Pleasure from grief.
Denied it me:
When straight, her cheeks with tears o'erflown,
Now kinder grown,
What smiling she 'd not let me have,
She weeping gave.
Then you, whom scornful beauties awe,
Hope yet relief;
For Love (who tears from smiles) can draw
Pleasure from grief.
A kiss I begged; but, smiling, she
Denied it me:
When straight, her cheeks with tears o'erflown,
Now kinder grown,
What smiling she 'd not let me have,
She weeping gave.
Then you, whom scornful beauties awe,
Hope yet relief;
For Love (who tears from smiles) can draw
Pleasure from grief.
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