Astrophel and Stella: 81

O kisse, which doest those ruddy gemmes impart,Or gemmes, or frutes of new-found Paradise,Beathing all blisse and sweetning to the heart,Teaching dumbe lips a nobler exercise.O kisse, which soules, euen soules together tiesBy linkes of Loue, and onely Natures art:How faine would I paint thee to al mens eies,Or of thy gifts at least shade out some part.But she forbids, with blushing words, she sayes,She builds her fame on higher seated praise:But my heart burnes, I cannot silent be.Then since (deare life) you faine would haue me peace,And I, mad with delight, want wit to cease,Stop you my mouth with still still kissing me.