Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.

Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.

..What our contempt often hurls from us,
We wish it our again; the present pleasure,
By revolution lowering,does become
The opposite of itself..

I understand a fury in your words,
But not the words.

The heavens themselves, the planets and this centre
Observe degree, priority and place.

What is your substance, whereof are you made,
That millions of strange shadows on you tend?