Charles Hanbury Williams

"Dear Betty, come give me sweet kisses, For sweeter no girl ever gave: But why, in the midst of our blisses, Do you ask me how many I’d have? I’m not to be stinted in pleasure; Then, prithee, dear Betty, be kind, For, as I love thee beyond measure, To numbers I’ll not be confin’d."

"A little vain we both may be, Since scarce another house can show, A poet, that can sing like me; A beauty, that can charm like you."