O, that joy so soon should waste! <br />Or so sweet a bliss <br />As a kiss <br />Might not for ever last! <br />So sugared, so melting, so soft, so delicious, <br />The dew that lies on roses, <br />When the Morn herself discloses, <br />Is not so precious. <br />O, rather than I would it smother, <br />Were I to taste such another, <br />It should be my wishing <br />That I might die kissing.<br /><br />Ben Jonson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-from-cynthia-s-revels/
