PREFACE
Ohh howeth a kiss doth ignite ones lips to gemlike flames to bursting fruit that doth ripe with loves game where all bliss be upon a kiss to show thy love to thy he or miss where the kiss doth meld soul to soul to tie each to each inst love of each But with wit I tell whenst that that doth love be But spurned thenst inst that hart doth revenge doth burn the darkest hottest Hell which none canst cool But sweet revenge upon that fool that doth reject that love which no wit can of tell the woes the pain that fool doth gain that doth spurn loves game