The literature of kissing

by Charles C. Bombaugh

I die, dear life! unless to me be given

As many kisses as the spring hath flowers,

Or there be silver-drops in Iris’ showers,

Or stars there be in all-embracing heaven;

And if displeased you of the match remain,

You shall have leave to take them back again.

Drummond of Hawthornden.

You say I love not, ’cause I do not play