William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
The KissBen Jonson (1572–1637)
O
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 it would I smother,
Were I to taste such another;
It should be my wishing
That I might die kissing.