5:20 PM me: If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
5:21 PM Juliet: Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. XOXO.
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. XOXO.
me: Have no saints lips, and holy palmers too?
Juliet: Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
me: O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
5:22 PM Juliet: Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.
me: Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.
Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.
Juliet: Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
me: Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again.
Give me my sin again.
Oh shit, that's hot. I mean...True, I talk of dreams,
ReplyDeleteWhich are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,
Which is the thin substance of the air
And even more inconstant than the wind, who woos
Even now the frozen bosom of the north
And, being anger’d, puffs away from thence
Turning his side to the dew-dropping south.