When we dwell on the lips of the girl we adore,
What pleasure in Nature is missing?
May his soul be in heaven—he deserves it, I’m sure—
Who was first the inventor of kissing.
Master Adam, I verily think, was the man
Whose discovery can ne’er be surpast;
Then, since the sweet game with creation began,
To the end of the world may it last.
Wolcot.
