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Love Perfumes All Parts

by Robert Herrick, 1648

If I kiss Anthea’s breast,
There I smell the phœnix nest:
If her lip, the most sincere
Altar of incense I smell there —
Hands, and thighs, and legs are all
Richly aromatical.
Goddess Isis can’t transfer
Musks and ambers more from her:
Nor can Juno sweeter be,
When she lies with Jove, than she.

Published in Hesperides

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