Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg, Which is as white and hairless as an egg.
Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.
Men are suspicious; prone to discontent: Subjects still loathe the present Government.
None pities him that is in the snare, who warned before, would not beware.
Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score; Then to that twenty, add a hundred more: A thousand to that hundred: so kiss on, To make that thousand up a million. Treble that million, and when that is done, Let's kiss afresh, as when we first begun.
He loves his bonds who, when the first are broke, Submits his neck into a second yoke.