O bliss, o bliss, these lips of mine
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Are you famous for such cries as these?
- You have caused me to suffer a pleasure that transports me to the land I knew not but dreamed of unawares!
- You have carried me to a new-discover’d sphere of Venus, I am melted into a softness that can refuse you nothing!
- You have slain me! No attacker’s spear could strike me down as thoroughly as your sweet actions! I am spent, and may greet St. Peter with a tired grin.