What harvest halfe so sweet is, As still to peape the kisses Grown ripe in sowing? And straight to be receiver Of that which thou art giver, Rich in bestowing? Kiss then, may harvest Queene, Full garners heaping; Kisses ripes when th'are greene, Want only reaping. The Dove alone expresses Her fervencie in kisses, Of all most loving: A creature as offencelesse, As those things that are senselesse, And void od moving. Let us so love and kisse, Though all envie us: That which kinde, and harmlesse is, None can denie us.
- by Thomas Campion (1567 - 1620) [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- by Thomas Campion (1567 - 1620), "What harvest halfe so sweet is", published c1613, from the collection Two Bookes of Ayres - The Second Booke, no. 10. [text verified 1 time]
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