Love Perfumes All Parts

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.