_New Way to Pay Old Debts._ FORD. She never used, my lord, A second means, but kissed the letter first, O’erlooked the superscription, then let fall Some amorous drops, kissed it again, talked to it Twenty times over, set it to her mouth, Then gave it to me, then snatched it back again, Then cried, “Oh, my poor heart!” and, in an instant, “Commend my truth and secrecy.” Such medley Of passion yet I never saw in woman. _Lady’s Trial._ * * * * * _Piero._ Does not yourself know, lady? _Amoretta._ I do not uthe To thpen lip-labor upon quethtionths That I mythelf can anthwer. _Futelli._ No, sweet madam, Your lips are destined to a better use, Or else the proverb fails of lisping maids. _Amoretta._ Kithing you mean; pray come behind with Your mockths then, My lipth will therve the one to kith the other. _Lady’s Trial._ HEYWOOD. The path of pleasure, and the gate to bliss, Which on your lips I knock at with a kiss. _Woman Killed with Kindness._ * * * * * My wife, the mother to my pretty babes! Both those lost names I do restore thee back, And with this kiss I wed thee once again. Though thou art wounded in thy honored name, And with that grief upon thy death-bed liest, Honest in heart, upon my soul, thou diest. _Woman Killed with Kindness._ SHIRLEY. I’m disinherited, thrown out of all, But the small earth I borrow, thus to walk on; And, having nothing left, I come to kiss thee, And take my everlasting leave of thee, too. Farewell! this will persuade thee to consent To my eternal absence. _The Brothers._ DRYDEN. She brought her cheek up close, and leaned on his; At which he whispered kisses back on hers. _All for Love._ * * * * * Oh, let me live forever on those lips! The nectar of the gods to these is tasteless. _Amphytrion._ OTWAY. He scarce afforded one kind parting word, But went away so cold, the kiss he gave me Seemed the forced compliment of sated love. _Orphan._ * * * * * _Belvidera._ (_To Jaffier._) I’ll make this arm a pillow for thine head, And, as thou sighing liest, and swelled with sorrow, Creep to thy bosom, pour the balm of love Into thy soul, and kiss thee to thy rest; Then praise our God, and watch thee till the morning. _Venice Preserved._ LANSDOWNE. The kiss you take is paid by that you give: The joy is mutual, and I’m still in debt. _Heroic Love._ GOLDSMITH.