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Pour your wine on body this faint,
Let thine erring sound cover eyes,
Mine hour yea still all too faint,
Bred on a single step kiss to lie,
Sooth ne figs nor leaves midst a hue
Whose legs, my stoned stems wilt,
Those emeralds sunk in water through,
Mixed in earth till one hole filled:
I would slide through mud so holy,
And cry a thousand tears in song
That all is silent in you wholly
Breached in the arms of woe so long.
When this sty: great love we desire,
Neither of us shall pigs remain,
Though tender sleaze is play so dire,
And whose powdered nose I never tame!
But love so vanquished, yet heart aspires!,
Is cast aside till Cupid’s dart is fired,
Once blood drops from arse to glass,
Is Cupid brought his groom is sired.