Ben Jonson

(11 June 1572 – 6 August 1637 / London / England)

Begging Another - Poem by Ben Jonson

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 we're but once to do, we should do long.

I will but mend the last, and tell
Where, how it should have relished well;
Join lip to lip, and try
Each suck other's breath.
And whilst our tongues perplexed lie,
Let who will, think us dead or wish our death.

Comments about Begging Another by Ben Jonson

  • Terry Craddock (12/15/2016 11:53:00 PM)

    For love's sake, kiss me once again;
    I long, and should not beg in vain,
    Here's none to spy or see; '

    an inexhaustable appitite for more and still more stolen kisses is an old adorable theme, the fact that there are none to see does not bode well we fear for the sweet ladies chastity, quite a kissable poem well written and fun
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  • (12/15/2016 10:37:00 AM)

    Simply superb, imagery as also, the poem. (Report) Reply

  • Susan Williams (12/15/2016 2:07:00 AM)

    I read this last March and again today and I loved it back then and I love it more today. I must have a weak spot for men like him! (Report) Reply

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (12/15/2016 1:01:00 AM)

    Fantastic poem, the poet is trying to put the nature in terms with human relations. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (12/15/2016 12:49:00 AM)

    Love and life
    Kiss me once again! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (12/15/2016 12:44:00 AM)

    Nice poem.......++++++++++++++ Thanks for sharing.. (Report) Reply

  • Susan Williams (3/22/2016 1:08:00 PM)

    I'm beginning to like this rake from another age, he's such a persistent gadfly. Trying to charm kisses off that innocent little flower, for shame, for shame. I wonder how often these lines worked. They are alluring and as soft and silky as romance in the moonlight. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 9, 2010

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