Kisses desired

THough I with strange Desire
To kisse those rosie Lips am set on fire,
Yet will I cease to crave
Sweet kisses in such store,
As he who long before
In thousands them from Lesbia did receive:
Sweet heart but once me kisse,
And I by that sweet blisse
Even sweare to cease you to importune more;
Poore one no number is.
Another Word of me ye shall not heare
After one Kisse but still one Kisse my Deare▪