Wine and Kissing

The Kiss
By Ben Johnson

Oh that a joy so soon should waste!
  Or so sweet a bliss
  As a kiss
Might not forever last!
So sugared, so melting, so soft, so delicious,
  The dew that lies on roses,
  When the morn herself discloses,
Is not so precious.
Oh, rather than I would is smother,
Were I to taste such another,
  It should be my wishing
  That I might die kissing.