Sonnet 37: Those Sweet Lips That Nature Designed For Thee

Those sweet lips that nature designed for thee Made especially for love and kissing Does now with harsh words sorely rebuke me Love in your heart is now surely missing. Oh, what have I now done to earn thy wrath? Was it what I said about thy mother That more often she needs to take a bath And now you will go and tell thy brother. But my sweet, I jest, surely thou dost know Thy sweet mother is always in my heart, The ends of the earth I would surely go For her joy I would always play the part. Mothers-in-law are always a treasure But do not incur thy wife’s displeasure.