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.