O then, dear saint,
let lips do what hands do.
They pray, grant thou
lest faith turn to despair.
Then move not, while
my prayer's effect l take
Thus from my lips,
by yours,
my sin is purged.
My blessing thou art
. by yours...
- my sin is purged.
my mouth
thou doth take what want.
Then have my lips,
the sin that they have took.
Sin from thy lips,
for thou art sake my heart.
What price O sin.
O trespass sweetly urged!
What's in a name? A rose,
by another name, still smell sweet.
So Romeo would,
were he not Romeo call'd
Call me but love, and l'll be new
baptised, and ne'er more Romeo.
What man art thou,
that does bescreen'd in night,
A thousand times the worse,
to want thy light ...
Love goes towards love,
as schoolboys from their books.
... in east with tinge of light
doth scatter clouds ...