Classic Poem

F orbidden Hopes , o why were yee forbid,
Since yee direct your aime at Blisse of Blisses;
Which is most euident, yet most is hid,
Apparant on hir lips, hid in hir kisses?
Can labour of the lips deserue such meede?
Or bodies trauell earne such recompence?
That with but scarce a view, each sence doth feede
And with a touch reuiues the buried sence?
Is Sence made capable of such high grace?
And yet forbid to hope the same to haue?
Is Heauen most conspicuous in her Face?
Yet must not Sense there hope it selfe to saue?
Ah what is this, but sense to Sense to giue
To make it feele in death, what tis to liue?