YIELDING TO TEMPTATION.
What a rout do you make for a single sweet kiss!
I seized it, ’tis true, and I ne’er shall repent it.
May he ne’er enjoy one who shall think ’twas amiss;
But for me, I thank dear Cytherea who sent it.
You may pout, and look prettily cross; but, I pray,
What business so near to my lips had your cheek?
If you will put temptation so pat in one’s way,
Saints, resist if you can; but for me, I’m too weak.
But come, dearest Delia, our quarrel let’s end;
Nor will I by force, what you gave not, retain.
By allowing the kiss I’m forever your friend;
If you say that I stole it,—why, take it again.
Horace Walpole.
