pocketphd:

What, wilt thou kneel with me?Do, then, dear heart; for heaven shall hear our prayers;Or with our sighs we’ll breathe the welkin dim,And stain the sun with fog, as sometime cloudsWhen they do hug him in their melting bosoms.

pocketphd:

What, wilt thou kneel with me?
Do, then, dear heart; for heaven shall hear our prayers;
Or with our sighs we’ll breathe the welkin dim,
And stain the sun with fog, as sometime clouds
When they do hug him in their melting bosoms.