Lightly You Say You Do Not Know

Lightly you say you do not know
How much, my little maid, you owe
My guardian care. The veriest dunce
Beats me at reckoning. Pray, permit
My modesty to limit it,
Nor urge me to take all at once.
You are so young, I dare not say
I might demand from you each day

Of a long life a lawful kiss.
I, so much older, won't repine
If you pay me one, each of mine,
But he exact; begin with this.