All fish and fowl, all fruit, and all you drink,
   Lie at the bottom of my purse, and I
Demand at will two kisses for my one;
   This is my certain charge - I swear it by
Our honest cows, that turn those meadows white
With mushrooms, where they passed a summer's night.

Whether it is the seal or silver fox,
   The sable, silk, or plain white calico -
Two kisses for my one I charge at will,
   Since by my power these changes come and go:
I swear by sheep, that let the brambles pull,
In payment for their leaves, some soft white wool.