Now gentle sleep hath clos'd up those eyes <br />Which waking kept my boldest thoughts in awe, <br />And free access unto that sweet lip lies, <br />From whence I long the rosy breath to draw; <br />Methinks no wrong it were if I should steal <br />From those two melting rubies one poor kiss; <br />None sees the theft that would the thief reveal, <br />Nor rob I her of aught which she can miss; <br />Nay, should I twenty kisses take away, <br />There would be little sign I had done so; <br />Why then should I this robbery delay? <br />Oh! she may wake and therewith angry grow. <br />Well, if she do, I'll back restore that one, <br />And twenty hundred thousand more for loan.<br /><br />George Wither<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-sonnet-upon-a-stolen-kiss/
