Though that delicate fruit's very much in my way.
What!—you'd much rather not? Sure yourself you are spiting
Quite as much as myself, whom your charms are delighting.
Only think, what a way, for your sake I have brought it,
And though numbers of females most anxiously sought it
(Some too passably fair, yet—believe me, 'tis true,—
I met never a one so bewitching as you).
Still I kept my teeth close, though 'twas really perplexing
Their sweet lips to see pouting, and gentle hearts vexing.
But come, Matty and Sal, you will kiss your new father,