For Love's sake, kiss me once again, I long, and should not beg in vain, Here's none to spy, or see; Why do you doubt, or stay? I'll taste as lightly as the bee, That doth but touch his flower, and flies away. Once more, and (faith) I will be gone. Can he that loves, ask less than one? Nay, you may err in this, And all your bounty wrong: This could be called but half a kiss. What w'are but once to do, we should do long. I will but mend the last, and tell Where, how it would have relished well; Join lip to lip, and try: Each sucks out other's breath. And whilst our tongues perplexed lie, Let who will think us dead, or wish our death. |