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SONNET: 8, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Sometimes I wish that I his pillow were
Last Line: How hony-combs from his lips dropping bee.
Alternate Author Name(s): Barnefield, Richard
Subject(s): Gays & Lesbians; Homoeroticism; Lesbians; Gay Women; Gay Men


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) that doe not sucke
His lips for hony; but poore flowers doe plucke
Which have no sweet in them: when his sole kisses,
Are able to revive a dying soule.
Kisse him, but sting him not, for if you doe,
His angry voice your flying will pursue:
But when they heare his tongue, what can controule,
Their back-returne? for then they plaine may see,
How hony-combs from his lips dropping bee.





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