Love
The Kiss
From Lyrics from the Dramatists of the Elizabethan Age, ed. A. H. Bullen (London: Nimmo, 1889)
Love
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 I would it smother,
Were I to taste such another;
It should be my wishing
That I might die kissing.
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MLA
Jonson, Ben. “The Kiss.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/jonson/34/.
Chicago
Jonson, Ben. “The Kiss.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/jonson/34/.
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