Classic Poem

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 wou'd 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 lilly-hand BEHIND:
Here, swain, she cry'd, may'st thou securely kiss,
Where there's no nose to interrupt thy bliss.