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.