Classic Poem

Kiss me once more, kiss me again, and kiss:
Give me of thy most eager kisses,
Give me of thy most amorous:
I will return thee four, more hot than fire.

Alas! dost thou complain? Come, let me comfort thee,
And give thee ten most gentle kisses.
Thus, mingling our so happy kisses
let us enjoy each other at our ease.

Thus unto each a double life is given.
Both in ourselves and in our loves we'll live.
Suffer me, love, to think some foolish thought:

For, living in restraint,
I am ever ill at ease and cannot taste content
unless I make some sally from myself.