Classic Poem

romeo:If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this;
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
juliet:Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
romeo:Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
juliet:Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
romeo:O! then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, Grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
juliet:Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.
romeo:Then move not, while my prayers' effect I take.