Quel labbro, che le rose han colorito

Sweet pouting lip! whose colour mocks the rose
Rich ripe and teeming with the dew of bliss,
The flower of Love's forbidden fruit which grows
Insidiously to tempt us with a kiss!
Lovers take heed! shun the deceiver's art—
Mark between leaf and leaf the dangerous snare
Where serpent-like he lurks to sting the heart—
His fell intent I see, and cry, beware!
In other days his victim—well I know
The wiles that cost me many a pang and sigh,
Fond thoughtless youths! take warning from my woe—
Apples of Tantalus—those buds on high
From the parch'd lips they court, retiring go:
Love's flames and poison only, do not fly!
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Torquato Tasso
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