My love and I for kisses play'd, <br />Shee would keepe stake, I was content, <br />But when I wonne shee would be paid; <br />This made mee aske her what she meant. <br />Pray, since I see (quoth shee) your wrangling vayne, <br />Take your owne kisses, give me myne againe.<br /><br />William Strode<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kisses-37/
