The 14 lines in question form a sonnet, a perfect Shakespearean sonnet in fact, with three ABAB quatrains and a rhyming couplet at the end. Then move not, while my prayer’s effect I take. Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake. They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?Īy, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,įor saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch, To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: Romeo and Juliet’s first kiss, Act One, Scene Four
