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TEN SHILLINGS FOR A KISS
22 Doe not blush at this I speake,
For alacke I know your Sex is weake:
Let coy Dames passe away, refusing their blisse,
Upon thy sweet lipes I doe seale this Kisse.
23 And now to conclud this my Songe. Alacke for a Kisse thou hast stayd too long: Nay thou deseru'st a thousand one two or three, More sweeter then the blossomes of the Tree.
Printed at London by I. White. |
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