All my soul, and all my heart, And every wish shall pant for you; One kind kiss, then, ere we part, Drop a tear, and bid adieu. DODSLEY. YIELDING TO TEMPTATION. What a rout do you make for a single sweet kiss! I seized it, ’tis true, and I ne’er shall repent it. May he ne’er enjoy one who shall think ’twas amiss; But for me, I thank dear Cytherea who sent it. You may pout, and look prettily cross; but, I pray, What business so near to my lips had your cheek? If you _will_ put temptation so pat in one’s way, Saints, resist if you can; but for _me_, I’m too weak. But come, dearest Delia, our quarrel let’s end; Nor will I by force, what you gave not, retain. By allowing the kiss I’m forever your friend; If you say that I _stole_ it,—why, _take it again_. HORACE WALPOLE. INES SENT A KISS TO ME. [From the Spanish of Silvestre.] Ines sent a kiss to me, While we danced upon the green: Let that kiss a blessing be, And conceal no woes unseen. How I dared I know not now,— While we danced, I gently said, Smiling, “Give me, lovely maid, Give me one sweet kiss!”—when, lo! Gathering blushes robed her brow, And, with love and fear afraid, Thus she spoke: “I’ll send the kiss In a calmer day of bliss.” Then I cried, “Dear maid! what day Can be half so sweet as this? Throw not hopes and joys away; Send, oh, send the promised kiss! Can so bright a gift be mine, Bought without a pang of pain? ’Tis perchance a ray divine, Darker night to bring again. “Could I dwell on such a thought, I of very joy should die; Naught of earth’s enjoyments, naught, Could be like that ecstasy. I will pay her interest meet, When her lips shall breathe on me, And for every kiss so sweet Give her many more than three.” THE WANDERING KNIGHT’S SONG. [From the Spanish.] My ornaments are arms, My pastime is in war, My bed is cold upon the wold, My lamp yon star. My journeyings are long, My slumbers short and broken; From hill to hill I wander still, Kissing thy token. I ride from land to land, I sail from sea to sea: Some day more kind I fate may find, Some night kiss thee! THE COCK AND THE FOX. [From the Fables of La Fontaine.]