Sweet kiss, thy sweets I fain would sweetly endite, <br />Which even of sweetness sweetest sweet'ner art: <br />Pleasing'st consort, where each sense holds a part; <br />Which, coupling doves, guides Venus' chariot right; <br /> <br />Best charge, and bravest retreat in Cupid's fight, <br />A double key, which opens to the heart, <br />Most rich, when most his riches it impart; <br />Nest of young joys, schoolmaster of delight, <br /> <br />Teaching the mean at once to take and give; <br />The friendly fray, where blows both wound and heal, <br />The pretty death, while each in other live; <br /> <br />Poor hope's first wealth, hostage of promis'd weal, <br />Breakfast of love. But lo! lo, where she is. <br />Cease we to praise; now pray we for a kiss.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-79-sweet-kiss-thy-sweets-i-fain/
