"How oft when thou, my music, music play'st Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers thou gently sway'st The wiry concord that mine ear confounds, Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap To kiss the tender inward of they hand, Whilst my poor lips, which should have harvest reap, At the wood's boldness by the blushings stand. To be so ticked they would change their state And situation with those dancing chips, O'er whom (thy) fingers walk with gentle gait, Making dead wood more blest than living lips; Since saucy jacks so happy are in this, give them (thy) fingers, me thy lips to kiss. " ~W.S.~ Marie, Lady Cleavalott. The Madame Superior of the Clan O'Hottie. T'is good to have friends in very high places !!! Her beauty and wisdom doth serve her well, when all the monied eyes of the noblest male heart do turn her way !!!! | 
