|  | | [Oh, that joy so soon should waste!] by Ben Jonson
 
 
 OH, that 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 morn herself discloses,
 Is not so precious.
 Oh, 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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 ![Titian. The Three Ages of Man. [detail] 1511/12](concert.jpg) Titian. The Three Ages of Man [det.], 1512.
 Edinburgh, National Gallery of Scotland.
 
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 Source:
 Poetry of the English Renaissance 1509-1660.
 J. William Hebel and Hoyt H. Hudson, eds.
 New York: F. S. Crofts & Co., 1941. 514.
 
 
 
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Created by Anniina Jokinen on May 7, 1999.Copyright ©1999 Anniina Jokinen.  All Rights Reserved.
 
 
 
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