by Ben Jonson (1572 - 1637)

The Kiss
Language: English 
O that joy so soon should waste!
Or so sweet a bliss
As a kiss
Might not for ever last!
So sugared, so melting, so soft, so delicious,
The dew that lies on roses,
When the morn herself discloses,
Is not so precious.
O, rather than it would I smother,
Were I to taste such another;
It should be my wishing
That I might die kissing.

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Researcher for this text: Malcolm Wren [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website: 2019-09-19
Line count: 12
Word count: 66