The Long-Nosed Fair


Once on a time I fair Dorinda kiss’d,
Whose nose was too distinguish’d to be miss’d;
My dear, says I, I fain would kiss you closer,
But tho’ your lips say aye your nose says, no, Sir.
The maid was equally to fun inclin’d,
And plac’d her lovely lily-hand behind;
Here, swain, she cry’d, may’st thou securely kiss,
Where there’s no nose to interrupt thy bliss.


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The Long-Nosed Fair