An Epigram

WHEN JOVE with fair Alcmena lay, He kept the sun a-bed all day; That he might taste her wond'rous charms, Two nights together in her arms. Were I of Celia's charms possess'd, Melting on that delicious breast, And could, like JOVE, thy beams restrain, Sun, thou should'st never rise again; Unsated with the luscious bliss, I'd taste one dear eternal kiss.