#79

Sweet kiss, thy sweets I fain would sweetly endite,
Which even of sweetness sweetest sweetner art:
Pleasingest consort, where each sense holds a part,
Which coupling Doves guides Venus chariot right.
Best charge, and bravest retreat in Cupid's fight,
A double key, which opens to the heart,
Most rich, when most his riches it impart:
Nest of young joys, schoolmaster of delight,
Teaching the mean, at once to take and give
The friendly fray, where blows both wound and heal,
The pretty death, while each in other live.
Poor hope's first wealth, hostage of promised weal,
Breakfast of Love, but lo, lo, where she is,
Cease we to praise, now pray we for a kiss.

--Sidney, Astrophil & Stella