[Sidenote: it is:] lipps, that I haue kist

each smile from this fayre Eye May take an Army prisoners: let me give My life up here unto these lipps, and yet I shall, by the sweetnes of a kisse, take back The same againe.

It[em], her eyestwo buttons made of iett; Her lipps gumd taffety that will not frett; Her cheeks are changeable, as I suppose, Carnation and white, lyllie and rose.

I could, as well as then, Peruse love's dictats in thy amorous cheeks, Enioy the pressure of thy modest lipp; But Ime enioynd by powerfull menaces T'infring my wonted use and to disclaime

And, as she walkes along with him, each word He speakes sheele greedily catch at with a kisse From his soft lipps such as the amorous Fawnes Enforce on the light Satyrs.

I blesse my lipps with your white handes.

It were a sinne To feare you can retract what both our lipps Have seal'd, and loose a happines so neare And so secure.

I shall be very loath To say your eyes are twinckling Starres agen, Your lipps twin cherries and out blush the rubie, Your azure veines vye beauty with the Saphire Or that your swelling breasts are hills of Ivory, Pillowes for Jove to rest his amorous head, When my owne Conscience tells me that Bunhill Is worth a hundred on 'em, and but Higate Compar'd with 'em is Paradice.

Your haire[270] does curle in bunches; You[r] lipps looke like the parsons glebe, full of Red, blew and yellow flowers; how they are chopt And looke like trenches made to draine the meadowe.

I bless God that in the midst of these publick distractions I have still liberty to communicate; and may this sacrament be my damnation, if my heart do not joyn with my lipps in this protestation.

will she kisse this forehead with judiciall lipps where somuch judgement and vertue deserves it?

And for her sake ile power my poore Soule forth In floods of inke; but did not his kinde hand Barre me with violent grace, I wood consume In the white flames of her impassionate love, Ere my harsh lipps shood vent the odorous blaze.

Beshrowe my lipps then, my Lord.

Nay, I must parte your lipps; the mouthe, they say, Harbors most oft weomen's corruptyons: You cannot byte me, madam.

kysse thy whyte lipps in the syght of thys whole assemblye.

Howe fresh a kisse will tast From her whyte lipps!

Oh what a chary care then Had womene neede have boathe of lipps and eyes

Ever your lipps Have bene too mee a lawe.

ii. 1890; Theodor Lipps of Breslau (born 1851), Grundthatsachen des Seelenlebens, 1883.

Of the newer works in the field of aesthetics, in addition to A. Zeising's Aesthetische Forschungen, 1855, C. Hermann's Aesthetik, 1875, and Hartmann's Philosophie des Schönen, 1887, we may mention the Einleitung in die Aesthetik of Karl Groos, 1892, and the following by Lipps: Der Streit über die Tragödie, 1890; Aesthetische Faktoren der Raumanschauung, 1891; the essay Psychologie der Komik (Philosophische Monatshefte, vols.

"There is many a slipp 'twixt the cup and the lipp.

Double but my farm And kisse her till thy heart ake; these smocke vermin, How eagerly they leap at old mens kisses, They lick their lipps at profit, not at pleasure; And if't were not for th' scurvie name of Cuckold, He should lye with her, I know shee'l labour at length With a good lordship.