Sir William Strode - Kisses
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2014-11-07
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My love and I for kisses played;
She would keep stakes: I was content;
But when I won she would be paid;
This made me ask her what she meant.
Pray, since I see (quoth she) "your wrangling vain,
Take your kisses; give me mine again."
Sir William Strode
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kisses-3/
She would keep stakes: I was content;
But when I won she would be paid;
This made me ask her what she meant.
Pray, since I see (quoth she) "your wrangling vain,
Take your kisses; give me mine again."
Sir William Strode
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kisses-3/
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