With that she leaped into her lord’s embrace, With well-dissembled virtue in her face. He hugged her close, and kissed her o’er and o’er, Disturbed with doubts and jealousies no more; Both, pleased and blessed, renewed their mutual vows, A fruitful wife and a believing spouse. POPE: _January and May_. THE FALSE LADY. Thy girdle-knife was keen and bright,— The ribbons wondrous fine,— ’Tween every knot of them you knit, Of kisses I had nine. Fond Margaret! false Margaret! You kissed me, cheek and chin; Yet, when I slept, that girdle-knife You sheathed my heart’s blood in. _Old Ballad._ THE CONSPIRACY AGAINST EDWARD II. Edward, this Mortimer aims at thy life: Oh, fly him, then! But, Edmund, calm this rage; Dissemble, or thou diest; for Mortimer And Isabel do kiss while they conspire: And yet she bears a face of love, forsooth! Fie on that love that hatcheth death and hate! MARLOWE. PERJURY. Sworn on every slight pretence, Till perjuries are common as bad pence, While thousands, careless of the damning sin, Kiss the book’s outside who ne’er look within. COWPER: _Expostulation_. LADY BOTHWELL’S LAMENT. Fareweil, fareweil, thou falsest youth That evir kist a woman’s mouth! I wish all maides be warned by mee Nevir to trust man’s curtesy; For if we doe bot chance to bow, They’le use us then they care not how. _Scottish Song._ THE GAY DECEIVER. Trust him not; his words, though sweet, Seldom with his heart do meet. All his practice is deceit; Every gift it is a bait; Not a kiss but poison bears; And most treason in his tears. BEN JONSON: _Hue and Cry after Cupid_. THE LURES OF THE ENCHANTRESS. She shroudeth vice in virtue’s veil, Pretending good in ill; She offereth joy, but bringeth grief; A kiss—where she doth kill. SOUTHWELL. CUPID’S WILES. Let not his tears thy easiness beguile, Nor let him circumvent thee with a smile; If he to kiss thee ask, his kisses fly; Poison of asps between his lips doth lie. ANACREON. ARTIFICE. _Amarillis._ Here, take thy Amoret; embrace, and kiss! _Perigot._ What means my love? _Amarillis._ To do as lovers should, That are to be enjoyed, not to be wooed. There’s ne’er a shepherdess in all the plain Can kiss thee with more art; there’s none can feign More wanton tricks. FLETCHER: _Faithful Shepherdess_. THE SORROWFUL SIDE. MARGARET. The admirers of Goethe’s immortal tragedy “Faust” will remember the passage in which poor Margaret says to her lover: