Mistress? Thy kiss be more than genesis
Much more! It is the world's audacious end
The devil calls cue and limbo dismissed
And the whole of earth begins collection
Buxom beggars cheque cheer in merchant rows
Til overfloweth their hearts desires
Festivals explode with the coranto
Debauched with passion til flesh expires
Knaves cease honesty' and board the bosom
The hearts of maiden ghosts unseal death's guise
Whil'st men of eld agnise to colt forums
And barns sur-reign themselves with festive rides
Why make her budding rose or summer wind
When true beauty is seen by dying men
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