What is a kisse? Why this, as some approve:
The sure sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.

What is a kisse? Why this, as some approve:
The sure sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.

A kiss is a rosy dot over the 'i' of loving.

A kiss is a rosy dot over the 'i' of loving.

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.

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?

The kiss you take is paid by that you give:
The joy is mutual, and I'm still in debt.

The kiss you take is paid by that you give:
The joy is mutual, and I'm still in debt.

A kiss that is never tasted, is forever and ever wasted.

A kiss that is never tasted, is forever and ever wasted.

Something made of nothing, tasting very sweet,
A most delicious compound, with ingredients complete;
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Something made of nothing, tasting very sweet,
A most delicious compound, with ingredients complete;
But if as on occasion the heart and mind are sour,
It has no great significance, it loses half its power.

. . . And when my lips meet thine
Thy very soul is wedded unto mine.

. . . And when my lips meet thine
Thy very soul is wedded unto mine.

When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past--
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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.