Sonnet 80

O Kisse which doth those ruddie gems impart,
Or ioyes or fruits of new found Parradise,
Breathing all blisse and sweetnes to the hart,
Teaching dumbe lips a nobler exercise.
O kisse which soules euen soules together ties
By linkes of loue, and onely natures Art,
How faine would I paint thee to all mens eies,
Or of thy gifts at least set out some part?
But shee forbids, with blushing words shee saies,
Shee builds hir fame on higher seated praise:
But my heart burnes, I cannot silent be,
Then since deare kisse you faine would haue me peace,
And I (mad with delight) want wit to cease,
Stop you my mouth with still still kissing me.