Tell me who first did kisses suggest?
It was a mouth all glowing and blest;
It kissed read more

Tell me who first did kisses suggest?
It was a mouth all glowing and blest;
It kissed and it thought of nothing beside.
The fair month of May was then in its pride,
The flowers were all from the earth fast springing,
The sun was laughing, the birds were singing.

Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part.

Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part.

Kisses kept are wasted;
Love is to be tasted.
There are some you love, I know;
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Kisses kept are wasted;
Love is to be tasted.
There are some you love, I know;
Be not loath to tell them so.
Lips go dry and eyes grow wet
Waiting to be warmly met,
Keep them not in waiting yet;
Kisses kept are wasted.

But is there nothing else,
That we may do but only walk? Methinks
Brothers and sisters lawfully read more

But is there nothing else,
That we may do but only walk? Methinks
Brothers and sisters lawfully may kiss.

The sound of a kiss is much softer than that of a cannon - but it's echo lasts a great read more

The sound of a kiss is much softer than that of a cannon - but it's echo lasts a great deal longer.

Then press my lips, where plays a flame of bliss,--
A pure and holy love-light,--and forsake
The read more

Then press my lips, where plays a flame of bliss,--
A pure and holy love-light,--and forsake
The angel for the woman in a kiss,
At once I wis,
My soul will wake!

Few men know how to kiss well. Fortunately, I've always had time to teach them.

Few men know how to kiss well. Fortunately, I've always had time to teach them.

Comin' through the rye, poor body,
Comin' through the rye,
She draigl't a' her petticoatie,
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Comin' through the rye, poor body,
Comin' through the rye,
She draigl't a' her petticoatie,
Comin' through the rye
. . . .
Gin a body meet a body
Comin' through the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body
Need a body cry?

When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past--
For years fleet away with the wings of the read more

When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past--
For years fleet away with the wings of the dove--
The dearest remembrance will still be the last,
Our sweetest memorial the first kiss of love.