The Pinch and the Kiss, a Contract

W HEN Beatrice her victim pinches,
He never moves, he never flinches;
For all the marks her wit has made,
On her soft cheek he's more than paid.

For though I 'm black as well as blue,
The Maid at ****'s will prove 'tis true,
Give me one kiss for pinches ten,
And pinch, dear Beatrice , again.
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