The literature of kissing

by Charles C. Bombaugh

Wherefore to shew my kindnesse and my love,

I leave both lippes and cheekes, and kisse your glove.

Now what’s the cause? To make you full acquainted,

Your glove’s perfumed, your lippes and cheekes bepainted.

THE SOURCE ALIKE OF LIFE AND DEATH.

Nature that gave the bee so feate a grace

To find honey of so wondrous fashion,

Hath taught the spyder out of the same place

To fetch poyson by strange alteration,