Classic Poem

I.

Nay , tell me not, Kitty, that kissing's a fault,
If we are bad pupils, 'twas N ATURE that taught;
E'en W ISDOM himself condescends to play deep,
And Divinity catches his text from the lip.

II.

While the bloom of desire, quick envermils the cheek,
We learn from sweet kisses, what maids will not speak,
Then why should you struggle some words to deny,
Since all I require, is a silent reply.

III.

When C UPID , on I DA , by V ENUS was bred,
On sighs he was suckled, on kisses he fed;
The kisses he stole, his fair damsels to move,
And the first smack he gave them, they christen'd him —