Give me a holy Kiss, and I'll retire,
Which Kiss set all his Heart on Fire.
He had no Rest that Night, but often cry'd,
Z---nds, my dear Kitty shall be occupy'd;
I'll lay aside my Rank, I will not be deny'd.
To-morrow I'll try her,
Said the Fryar;
And so he went to her,
And did undoe her,
By making her cry out for Mercy;