- 1595–1662, Henry Lawes, A Dream:
- I laid me down upon a pillow soft,
- And dream'd I clypt and kissed my mistress oft:
- She cried, Fie fie, away, you are too bold.
- I pray'd her be content, though she were cold;
- My veins did burn with flames of hot desire,
- And must not leave till she had quench'd my fire.
- 1886–1918, Joyce Kilmer, Ballade of my Lady's Beauty:
- Squire Adam had two wives, they say,
- Two wives had he, for his delight,
- He kissed and clypt them all the day
- And clypt and kissed them all the night.