Oh! Let me kiss you with the kisses of my mouth,
For your love is better than wine.
Let me beautify you with the words of my mouth,
For indeed you are one of a kind.
...
Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music—
Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled—
Scantilly dealt to the Summer Morning
Saved for your Ear when Lutes be old.