Give Me A Kiss, And To That

Welcome, Maids Of Honor, You Doe Bring In The Spring, And Wait Upon Her.

I Dare Not Ask A Kiss; I Dare Not Beg A Smile; Lest Having That Or This, I Might Grow Proud The While. No, No, The Utmost Share Of My Desire Shall Be Only To Kiss That Air, That Lately Kissed Thee.

In Ways To Greatness Think On This, That Slippery All Ambition Is

When The Tempter Me Pursueth With The Sins Of All My Youth, And Half Damns Me With Untruth, Sweet Spirit, Comfort Me!

Wealth Cannot Make A Life, But Love.