“And there,” quoth hee, “Ile meete my deare, If God soe lend me life, On this day month without all fayle I will make thee my wife.” Then with a sweete and loving kisse, They parted presentlye, And att their partinge brinish teares Stoode in eche other’s eye. WALY WALY, LOVE BE BONNY. But had I wist, before I kisst, That love had been sae ill to win, I had lockt my heart in a case of gowd, And pinned it wi’ a siller pin. BRIDE’S BURIAL. In love as we have livde, In love let us depart; And I, in token of my love, Do kiss thee with my heart. CHILDREN IN THE WOOD. With lippes as cold as any stone, They kist their children small: “God bless you both, my children deare;” With that the teares did fall. LUCY AND COLIN. Ah, Colin! give not her thy vows, Vows due to me alone: Nor thou, fond maid, receive his kiss, Nor think him all thy own. MARRIAGE OF SIR GAWAINE. Sir Kay beheld that lady’s face, And looked upon her sweere:[16] “Whoever kisses that ladye,” he sayes, “Of his kisse he stands in feare.” Sir Kay beheld that ladye againe, And looked upon her snout: “Whoever kisses that ladye,” he sayes, “Of his kisse he stands in doubt.” GUY AND AMARANT. The good old man, even overjoyed with this, Fell on the ground, and wold have kissed Guy’s feete: “Father,” quoth he, “refraine soe base a kisse, For age to honor youth I hold unmeete.” THE HUMORS OF VERSE. ON MY REFUSING ANGELINA A KISS UNDER THE MISTLETOE. Nay, fond one, shun that mistletoe, Nor lure me ’neath its fatal bough: Some other night ’twere joy to go, But ah! I must not, dare not, now! ’Tis sad, I own, to see thy face Thus tempt me with its giggling glee, And feel I cannot now embrace The opportunity—and thee. ’Tis sad to think that jealousy’s Sharp scissors may our true love sever, And that my coldness now may freeze Thy warm affection, love, forever. But ah! to disappoint our bliss, A fatal hindrance now is stuck: ’Tis not that I am loath to kiss, But, dearest,—_I have dined on duck_. MOCK HEROICS. Out from the dark, wild forest Rode the terrible Heinz Von Stein, And paused at the front of a tavern, And gazed at the swinging sign. Then he sat himself down in a corner, And growled for a bottle of wine; Up came—with a flask and a corkscrew— A maiden of beauty divine. Then he sighed, with a deep love sighing, And said, “O damsel mine, Suppose you just give a few kisses To the valorous Ritter Von Stein?” But she answered, “The kissing business Is not at all in my line; And surely I shall not begin it On a countenance ugly as thine.” Then the knight was exceedingly angry, And he cursed both coarse and fine; And he asked her what was the swindle For her sour and nasty wine.