Sonnet 128  

rm_Radel66 51M
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5/14/2006 1:24 pm
Sonnet 128

Sonnet 128
William Shakespear

How oft' when thou, my music, music playest
Upon that blessed wood, whos motion sounds
With thy sweet finger as thou gent'ly swayest
The wirey concord that mine ear confounds
Do I envey those jacks, that nimble leap
to kiss the tender inward of thy hand
Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap,
at the woods boldness, by thee blushing stand
Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,
give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss

Ol' Bill had a way with words.

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