61. A Kiss.
1
A Way false fear,
And come not here.
Cheer up brave thoughts, and grow
In strength, fall not below
Your quality; alas, th' assumption
Of one poor kiss was no presumption;
No, none at all, sweet-lips you did not erre,
There was no treason in saluting her,
2
Where you before
Had thousands more
Without repulse or frown.
No, (wanton girl) 'tis known
Thou ha'st not only lov'd the sport,
But waited and endeavour'd for't.
I've seen thee active to inflame the blisses
That are ingender'd by the game of kisses.
3
Wherefore I'le draw
From Cupids Law,
That Custom might have claim'd
Its right, and never fram'd
The least Apology; nor stood
Poring upon th' Optative mood.
Yet she, forsooth, not only stai'd the use,
But tells me the attempt is an abuse.
4
But sinner, sure
Thou needst not wooe her
To pass such errors by
With an indulgent eye:
Thou needst not blush where there's no fault,
He needs no crutch that ne're did hault.
Cast off thy care, set sorrows on the score,
Since she repulst thee once, ne're kiss her more.
