My love and I for kisses played; <br /> She would keep stakes: I was content; <br /> But when I won she would be paid; <br /> This made me ask her what she meant. <br /> Pray, since I see (quoth she) "your wrangling vain, <br /> Take your kisses; give me mine again."<br /><br />Sir William Strode<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kisses-3/
