<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37869" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet 8</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes I wish that I his pillow were,<br> So might I steale a kisse, and yet not seene,<br> So might I gaze upon his sleeping eine,<br>Although I did it with a panting feare:<br>But when I well consider how vaine my wish is,<br> Ah foolish Bees (thinke I) that doe not sucke<br> His lips for hony; but poore flowers doe plucke<br>Which have no sweet in them: when his sole kisses,<br>Are able to revive a dying soule.<br> Kisse him, but sting him not, for if you doe,<br> His angry voice your flying will pursue:<br>But when they heare his tongue, what can controule,<br> Their back-returne? for then they plaine may see,<br> How hony-combs from his lips dropping bee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Richard+Barnfield">Richard Barnfield</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37869" data-title="Sonnet 8 de Richard Barnfield" data-description="Sometimes I wish that I his pillow were,/ So might I steale a kisse, and yet not seene,/ So might I gaze upon his sleeping eine,/Although I did it with a panting feare:/But when I well consider how vaine my wish is,/ Ah foolish Bees (thinke I) tha..."></div> </div> </div>

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