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[scottobear]

from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare
(upon seeing Juliet for the first time)

O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear;
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
So shines a snow-white swan trooping with crows,
As this fair lady o’er her fellows shows.
The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand,
And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
I never saw true beauty till this night.

(and to Juliet)

If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this,
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth the rough touch with a gentle kiss.

Comments

Re: Kissing

[scottobear.livejournal.com]

ahhh... see, now that's where you and I have a difference of opinion. ask 100 girls to kiss you, and odds are you'll get 57 slaps, 42 laughs, and a kiss. It's just finding that one that's the trick.