A soft kiss Demo gives, but Doris bites, Daphne’s is loud and long. Which most excites? Ears judge not kisses; but, all three mouths tried And tasted round, the pebble shall decide. My heart of Demo the soft kisses sips, And the sweet honey of her dewy lips. Wander no further, Fool! Abide by these, She wins the garland fairly, and with ease; And if another some one else prefer, Let him—my love from Demo shall not stir.