He kist him o’er and o’er again: “My grandson I thee claim; And Robin Hood in gude greenwood, And that shall be your name.” DOWSABELL. With that she bent her snow-white knee, Down by the shepheard kneeled she, And him she sweetely kist: With that the shepheard whooped for joy, Quoth he, “Ther’s never shepheard’s boy That ever was so blist.” GILDEROY. Aft on the banks we’d sit us thair, And sweetly kiss and toy, Wi’ garlands gay wad deck my hair My handsome Gilderoy. PATIENT COUNTESS. He took her in his armes, as yet So coyish to be kist, As mayds that know themselves beloved, And yieldingly resist. FRIAR OF ORDERS GRAY. But first upon my true love’s grave My weary limbs I’ll lay, And thrice I’ll kiss the green-grass turf That wraps his breathless clay. GENTLE HERDSMAN. When thus I saw he loved me well, I grewe so proud his paine to see, That I, who did not know myselfe, Thought scorne of such a youth as hee, And grewe soe coy and nice to please, As women’s lookes are often soe, He might not kisse, nor hand forsooth, Unlesse I willed him soe to doe. FAIR ROSAMOND. And falling down all in a swoone Before King Henry’s face, Full oft he in his princelye armes Her bodye did embrace: And twentye times, with watery eyes, He kist her tender cheeke, Untill he had revivde againe Her senses milde and meeke. LUNATIC LOVER. I’ll court you, and think you fair, Since love does distract my brain: I’ll go, I’ll wed the night-mare, And kiss her, and kiss her again. CHILD WATERS. Shee saies, I had rather have one kisse, Child Waters, of thy mouth, Than I wolde have Cheshire and Lancashire both, That lye by north and south. PHILLIDA AND CORYDON. Love, that had bene long deluded, Was with kisses sweete concluded; And Phillida with garlands gaye Was made the lady of the Maye. FAIR MARGARET AND SWEET WILLIAM. I’ll do more for thee, Margaret, Than any of thy kin; For I will kiss thy pale wan lips, Though a smile I cannot win. With that bespake the seven brethren, Making most piteous moan: “You may go kiss your jolly brown bride, And let our sister alone.” “If I do kiss my jolly brown bride, I do but what is right; I ne’er made a vow to yonder poor corpse, By day, nor yet by night.” SWEET WILLIAM’S GHOST. “Thy faith and troth thou’se nevir get, Of me shalt nevir win, Till that thou come within my bower And kiss my cheek and chin.” “If I should come within thy bower, I am no earthly man: And should I kiss thy rosy lipp, Thy days will not be lang.” LADY’S FALL.