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.
INES SENT A KISS TO ME.
[From the Spanish of Silvestre.]
Ines sent a kiss to me,