Poem by Thomas Moore

On Miss Prue

“I never give a kiss,” says Prue,
	“To naughty man, for I abhor it.”
She will not give a kiss, 't is true ;
	She ’11 take one though, and thank you for it.

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3. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 24
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