The literature of kissing

by Charles C. Bombaugh

My wife, the mother to my pretty babes!

Both those lost names I do restore thee back,

And with this kiss I wed thee once again.

Though thou art wounded in thy honored name,

And with that grief upon thy death-bed liest,

Honest in heart, upon my soul, thou diest.

Woman Killed with Kindness.

SHIRLEY.

I’m disinherited, thrown out of all,