every man who is not made of marble, "Kiss me, kiss me":
Her fresh mouth's playing
Seems ever saying
To kiss I am fain
Again, again.
How human is Byron's wish that all women had but one mouth so that he might kiss them all at the same time:
That womankind had but one rosy mouth,
To kiss them all at once from north to south.
Runeberg has uttered a similar wish, and with a minute account of his reasons:
I gaze on a bevy of damsels,
I'm gazing and gazing incessant,
The fairest of all I'll be choosing,
And yet as to choice I'm uncertain;
For one has the brightest of bright eyes,
Another girl's cheeks are more rosy,
A third one's lips are the riper,
The fourth has a heart far more tender.
There isn't a single maid lacking
A something that captures my senses.
There isn't one there I'd say "no" to,
Oh, would I might kiss the whole bevy!
Even an ecclesiastic such as Æneas Silvius Piccolomini, when wishing to describe how beautiful and fascinating a young girl was,
