Sir William Strode

Here you will find the Poem Kisses of poet Sir William Strode

Kisses

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."