Charles C. Bombaugh, The literature of kissing (1876)
“ The maids I kiss:They shriek, “Who’s this?”I answer nought but ho, ho, ho! [18] NOSES.How very odd that poets should supposeThere is no poetry about a nose,When plain as is man’s nose upon his face,A nose-less face would lack poetic grace!Noses have sympathy, a lover knows:Noses are always touched, when lips are kissing;And who would care to kiss, if nose were missing? “BEWARE OF PAINT.”A lover sat down with his love by his side,With a countenance joyous, and beaming with pride. ”
