Oh what lies there are in kisses! And their guile so well prepared! Sweet the snaring is; but this is Sweeter still, to be ensnared.
Oh, what lies there are in kisses.
Oh, they loved dearly: their souls kissed, they kissed with their eyes, they were both but one single kiss.
And once again we plighted our troth, And titter'd, caress'd, kiss'd so dearly.
What lies lurk in kisses.
Never let a fool kiss you, or a kiss fool you. Oh, what lies there are in kisses!
Tell me who first did kisses suggest? It was a mouth all glowing and blest; It kissed and it thought of nothing beside. The fair month of May was then in its pride, The flowers were all from the earth fast springing, The sun was laughing, the birds were singing.
Good Luck is a giddy maid, Fickle and restless as a fawn; She smooths your hair; and then the jade Kisses you quickly, and is gone.