Ben Jonson

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

Song: From Cynthia's Revels - Poem by Ben Jonson

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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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 9, 2010



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