See I languish, see I saint,
I must borrow, beg, or steal;
Can you see a soul in want,
And no kind compastion feel?
Give, or lend, or let me take,
One sweet kiss, I ask no more;
One sweet kiss, for pity's sake,
I'll repay it o'er ando'er.
Chloe heard, and with a smile,
Kind compassionate and sweet,
Colin, 'tis a sin to steal,
And for me to give's not meet:
But I'll lend a kiss or twain,
To poor Colin in distress;
Not that I'd be paid again,
Colin, I mean nothing less.