1.
For love’s sake, kiss me ōnce* aga͞in;
I long, and should not beg in vain:
Here’s none to spy or see.
Why do you doubt or stay?
I’ll tȧste as lightlȳ as the bee,
That doth but touch his flow’r, and flies away.
2.
Ōnce more, and (faith) I will be gone,
Can he that loves ask less than ōne?
Nay you may err in this,
And all your bountȳ wrong:
This could be called but half a kiss.
What we’re but ōnce to do, we should do long.
3.
I will but mend the last, and tell
Where, how, it would have relished well;
Join lip to lip, and try;
Each sucks out other’s breath.
And, whilst our tŏngues perplexèd lie,
Let who will think us dead, or wish our death.
* For an explanation of the marks added to the letters, see Linguistic notes: English.