You only just remember this,
A saucy fellow snatch'd a kiss,
And must, without the 'slightest leave,'
Have left it, 'somehow,' in your sleeve.
Another way you yet can turn it;
She needn't read it,—she can burn it.
Not so: she'll just reverse the case,
And burn some other in its place,—
Nay, howsoe'er she seem to frown,
Swallow it whole, when you've gone down.