Printed by FOOTNOTES: The tiny little mouth, red as a rose That blossoms hidden in some garden-close, Pleasant and amorous through being kissed. W. F. H. He who a kiss has snatched and takes naught more, Deserves to lose the kiss he has in store, How much was lacking to my perfect bliss? Not modesty but clownishness was this. W. F. H. And when he had to kiss Charles’ foot—such kissing Rollo spurned— He thrust his hand forth downward, and to the monarch turned. He raised the king’s foot to his lips, and overturned the king, Who quickly rose upon his feet whilst mirth around did ring. W. F. H. Dear, kind rod that’s trusty stood, Without thee ne’er should I do good. ... Well, if you chose With less to be content, don’t stick at this. I have for you a face without a nose. W. F. H. My first is for my husband, not for you; But you’re right welcome to the other two. W. F. H. Now down on your knees fall, And promise straightway To be wife and husband, And then kiss away. W. F. H. Madame, join the dancing throng, Listen to their measured song; But remember, for the rest, You shall kiss whom you love best. W. F. H.
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