William Strode

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A Riddle: On A Kiss

What thing is that, nor felt nor seene Till it bee given? a present for a Queene: A fine conceite to give and take the like: The giver yet is farther for to seeke; The taker doth possesse nothing the more, The giver hee hath nothing lesse in store: And given once that nature hath it still, You cannot keepe or leave it if you will: The workmanshippe is counted very small, The labour is esteemed naught at all: But to conclude, this gift is such indeede, That, if some see't 'twill make theyr hearts to bleede