"Give me, my love; that billing kiss,
I taught you one delicious night,
When, turning epicures in delight,
We tried inventions of bliss.

Come gently steal my lips along,
And let your lips in murmurs move;
Ah, no - again - that kiss was wrong,
How can you be so dull, my love?"

"Cease, cease," the blushing girl replied,
And in her milky arms she caught me;
"How can you thus your pupil chide?
You know 'twas in the dark you taught me!"