Marry, his kisses are Judas's own children.
Marry, his kisses are Judas's own children.
Bear her my true love's kiss; and so, farewell.
You kiss by the book.
And in this state she 'gallops night by night
Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;
O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on cursies straight;
O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees;
O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream,
Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,
Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are.
Kiss me, Kate.
Welcome, Queen Margaret:
I can express no kinder sign of love
Than this kind kiss.
Fie, fie, how wayward is this foolish love,
That like a testy babe will scratch the nurse,
And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod!
Come, swear to that; kiss the book.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories