Venus and Adonis

With kissing him I should have kill'd him first

Hateful divorce of love,'—thus chides she Death,—
'Grim-grinning ghost, earth's worm, what dost thou mean
To stifle beauty and to steal his breath,
Who when he liv'd, his breath and beauty set
Gloss on the rose, smell to the violet?

How love makes young men thrall and old men dote;
How love is wise in folly foolish-witty