WilliamShakespeare
Howoftwhenthou, mymusic, musicplay'st,
Uponthatblessedwoodwhosemotionsounds
Withthysweetfingerswhenthougentlysway'st
Thewiryconcordthatmineearconfounds,
DoIenvythosejacksthatnimbleleap,
Tokissthetenderinwardofthyhand,
Whilstmypoorlipswhichshouldthatharvestreap,
Atthewood'sboldnessbytheeblushingstand!
Tobesotickled, theywouldchangetheirstate
Andsituationwiththosedancingchips,
O'erwhomthyfingerswalkwithgentlegait,
Makingdeadwoodmorebless'dthanlivinglips.
Sincesaucyjackssohappyareinthis,
Givethemthyfingers, methylipstokiss.
