WHOSE LIP WAS STUNG BY A WASP
Dear Sally, why do you complain
That from the sting you feel a pain,
Forgetting, while you love pursue,
How many pains are caus'd by you
A remedy you want that cures--
Then let my lips be join'd to yours.
Balsamic virtues may be found,
Sufficient for a deeper wound;
But if this should not lay your smart,
'Twill heat the wound that's in my heart.