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Philip Sidney - Sonnet 79: Sweet kiss, Thy Sweets I Fain
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Sweet kiss, thy sweets I fain would sweetly endite, 
Which even of sweetness sweetest sweet`ner art: 
Pleasing`st consort, where each sense holds a part;
Which, coupling doves, guides Venus` chariot right; 

Best charge, and bravest retreat in Cupid`s fight, 
A double key, which opens to the heart, 
Most rich, when most his riches it impart; 
Nest of young joys, schoolmaster of delight, 

Teaching the mean at once to take and give; 
The friendly fray, where blows both wound and heal, 
The pretty death, while each in other live; 

Poor hope`s first wealth, hostage of promis`d weal,
Breakfast of love. But lo! lo, where she is. 
Cease we to praise; now pray we for a kiss.
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