Vi: To The Same

Kisse mee, Sweet: The wary lover Can your favours keepe, and cover, When the common courting jay All your bounties will betray. Kisse againe: no creature comes. Kisse, and score up wealthy summes On my lips, thus hardly sundred, While you breathe. First give a hundred, Then a thousand, then another Hundred, then unto the tother Adde a thousand, and so more: Till you equall with the store, All the grasse that Rumney yeelds, Or the sands in Chelsey fields, Or the drops in silver Thames, Or the stars, that guild his streames, In the silent sommer-nights, When youths ply their stoln delights. That the curious may not know How to tell 'hem as they flow, And the envious, when they find What their number is, be pin'd.