it takes away.
_Song: There's Not a Joy_. LORD BYRON.

Base Envy withers at another's joy,
And hates that excellence it cannot reach.
_The Seasons: Spring_. J. THOMSON.

How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown;
Within whose circuit is Elysium
And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.
_King Henry VI., Pt. III. Act i. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

Sorrows remembered sweeten present joy.
_The Course of Time, Bk. I_. R. POLLOK.

O stay!--O stay!--
Joy so seldom weaves a chain
Like this to-night, that, oh! 'tis pain
To break its links so soon.
_Fly Not Yet_. T. MOORE.

KISS.

What is a kiss? Alacke! at worst,
A single Dropp to quenche a Thirst,
Tho' oft it prooves, in happie Hour,
The first swete Dropp of our long Showre.
_In the Old Time_. C.G. LELAND.

I was betrothed that day;
I wore a troth kiss on my lips I could not give away.
_The Lay of the Brown Rosary, Pt. II_. E.B. BROWNING.

The kiss you take is paid by that you give:
The joy is mutual, and I'm still in debt.
_Heroic Love, Act v. Sc_. 1.
LORD LANDSDOWNE.

Give me a kisse, and to that kisse a score;
Then to that twenty adde a hundred more;
A thousand to that hundred; so kisse on,
To make that thousand up a million;
Treble that million, and when that is done,
Let's kisse afresh, as when we first begun.
_Hesperides to Anthea_. R. HERRICK.

Blush, happy maiden, when you feel
The lips which press love's glowing seal;
But as the slow years darklier roll,
Grown wiser, the experienced soul
Will own as dearer far than they
The lips which kiss the tears away.
_Kisses_. E. AKERS.

Teach not thy lips such scorn: for they were made
For kissing, lady, not for such contempt,
_Richard III., Act i. Sc_. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

My lips till then had only known
The kiss of mother and of sister,
But somehow, full upon her own
Sweet, rosy, darling mouth,--I kissed her.
_The Door-Step_. E.C. STEDMAN.

As in the soft and sweet eclipse.
When soul meets soul on lover's lips.
_Prometheus Unbound, Act_ iv. P.B. SHELLEY.

O Love! O fire! once he drew
With one long kiss my whole soul through
My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
_Fatima_. A. TENNYSON.

A long, long kiss, a kiss of youth and love.
_Don Juan, Canto II_. LORD BYRON.

Was this the face that launched a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.