While , lip to lip, exstatic panting,
I, all-requiring, you all-granting;
While breast to breast, with curious eye
Thy wond'rous store of charms I spy,
Ah! who wou'd weep, who wish to die,
Except, in agonies of bliss?
Yet, such his spite, fell Death, with thunder,
Shall rive our twining arms asunder,
Then let's pursue the precious plunder,
And life, extinguish in a kiss,
Ev'n Death, himself, will pause at this!