Death Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be fill'd.
Death Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be fill'd.
Smiles from reason flow, To brute deny'd, and are of love the food.
With a smile that glow'd Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.
As Jupiter On Juno smiles, when he impregns the clouds That shed May flowers.
Yet not so strictly hath our Lord imposed
Labour, as to debar us when we need
Refreshment, whether food, or talk between,
Food of the mind, or this sweet intercourse
Of looks and smiles; for smiles from reason flow,
To brute denied, and are of love the food;
Love, not the lowest end of human life.
Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks and wanton Wiles, Nods and Becks and wreathed Smiles.
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