Love Perfumes All Parts.

If I kiss Anthea's breast, There I smell the ph[oe]nix 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.