COME and kiss me, mistress Beauty,
I will give you all that s due tye.
I will taste your rosebud lips
Daintily as the bee sips;
At your bonny eyes I ll look
Like a scholar at his book:
On my bosom you shall rest,
Like a robin on her nest:
Round my body you shall twine,
I ll be elm, and you be vine:
In a bumper of your breath
I would drain a draught of death;
In the tangles of your hair
I d be hanged and never care.
Then come kiss me, mistress Beauty,
I will give you all that s due t ye.
From the Drama of Charles II
written byDouglas Brooke Wheelton Sladen
© Douglas Brooke Wheelton Sladen