Charles Hanbury Williams

“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.”

“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.”