Shall this nectar Run useless, then, to waste? or... these lips, That open like the morn, breathing perfumes, On such as dare approach them, be untouch'd? They must--nay, 'tis in vain to make resistance-- Be often kissed and tasted.

The bondman. The renegade. The parliament of love. The Roman actor. The great Duke of Florence (ed. 1805)