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" Touch but my lips with those fair lips of thine,--
Though mine be not so fair, yet are they red--
The kiss shall be thine own as well as mine.
What seest thou in the ground? hold up thy head:
Look in mine eye-balls, there thy beauty lies;
Then why not lips on lips, since eyes in eyes?
'Art thou ashamed to kiss? then wink again,
And I will wink; so shall the day seem night;
Love keeps his revels where they are but twain;
Be bold to play, our sport is not in sight:
These blue-vein'd violets whereon we lean
Never can blab, nor know not what we mean.
'The tender spring upon thy tempting lip
Shows thee unripe; yet mayst thou well be tasted:
Make use of time, let not advantage slip;
Beauty within itself should not be wasted:
Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their prime
Rot and consume themselves in little time. "

William Shakespeare , Venus and Adonis


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William Shakespeare quote : Touch but my lips with those fair lips of thine,--<br />Though mine be not so fair, yet are they red--<br />The kiss shall be thine own as well as mine.<br />What seest thou in the ground? hold up thy head:<br />Look in mine eye-balls, there thy beauty lies;<br />Then why not lips on lips, since eyes in eyes?<br />'Art thou ashamed to kiss? then wink again,<br />And I will wink; so shall the day seem night;<br />Love keeps his revels where they are but twain;<br />Be bold to play, our sport is not in sight:<br />These blue-vein'd violets whereon we lean<br />Never can blab, nor know not what we mean.<br />'The tender spring upon thy tempting lip<br />Shows thee unripe; yet mayst thou well be tasted:<br />Make use of time, let not advantage slip;<br />Beauty within itself should not be wasted:<br />Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their prime<br />Rot and consume themselves in little time.