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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Sonnet XVI. “Grant, fairest kind, a kiss unto thy friend!”
Giles Fletcher (1586?–1623)
“GRANT, fairest kind, a kiss unto thy friend!”
A blush replied; and yet a kiss I had.
It is not heaven that can such nectar send;
Whereat my senses, all amazed, were glad.
  This done, She fled as one that was afraid;        5
And I desired to kiss, by kissing more.
My Love, she frowned; and I my kissing stayed:
Yet wished to kiss her as I did before.
  Then as the vine, the propping elm doth clasp,
Loth to depart, till both together die;        10
So fold me, Sweet; until my latest gasp!
That in thy arms, to death I kissed, may lie.
  Thus whilst I live, for kisses I must call:
  Still kiss me, Sweet, or kiss me not at all!

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