At draw-gloves we'll play,
And prithee let's lay
A wager, and let it be this :
Who first to the sum
Of twenty shall come,
Shall have for his winning a kiss.
More verses by Robert Herrick
- The Plaudite, Or End Of Life
- Nothing Free-Cost
- Safety On The Shore
- Upon The Detracter
- The Bleeding Hand; Or The Sprig Of Eglantine Given To A Maid