From the Drama of “Charles II”

COME and kiss me, mistress Beauty,  
I will give you all that ’s due t’ye.  
 
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.