An Epigram (Fielding)

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.