conarnia

Oh romeo, for thou love's surely born Hearts seek height with great forlorn Soft hands will seek thy ancient touch And lips requite what came from dust   In hard struck peril hearts doeth lay In wait for man to rise thy day Of sun that wake And night that sleep Thy heart one man forever keep   Young verona raise thy sleepy head see fair juliet rest by chapel bed   And cost no fear to men beyond to give thy heart to woman gone   Magic hath left tho' what remains spills tears on cloth doth pool blood stains   Give thy heart pain doth ensue tho' poison liquid taint passion'd few