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William Shakespeare, 1564-1616 [1640], Poems: vvritten by Wil. Shake-speare. Gent (Printed... by Tho. Cotes, and are to be sold by Iohn Benson [etc.], London) [word count] [S11600]. To look up a word in a dictionary, select the word with your mouse and press 'd' on your keyboard.
How oft when thou thy musicke musicke playst,
Vpon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers when thou gently swayst, The wiry concord that mine eare confounds, Doe I envie those Iackes that nimble leape, To kisse the tender inward of thy hand, Whilst my poore lips which should that harvest reape, At the woods bouldnesse by thee blushing stand. To be so tickled they would change their state, And situation with those dancing chips, Ore whom their fingers walke with gentle gate, Making dead wood more blest then living lips. Since sausie Iackes so happy are in this, Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kisse.
William Shakespeare, 1564-1616 [1640], Poems: vvritten by Wil. Shake-speare. Gent (Printed... by Tho. Cotes, and are to be sold by Iohn Benson [etc.], London) [word count] [S11600]. |
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