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Filthy harlots - the Lord's grape!With lore ornamented entreating;Hollow-hearted, heart-departed -Yet thou reapest the blooming rose -When 'tis the **** which is to be swath'd""And me in the yesterday bind?!""Hah! - for thee even a hound holdeth the throne.Unwanted child of mother! - Plague of plagues!Father of leprous children.I wield ye to stint this brawl!Night is the ford - yet harken! - do not thwart!Desirest thou to do it withal,I shall cause thy body by one head too short!Sayest ye nay to my boon,Then wilt thou from bloodsheld swoon!""Err me not! - Must ye bethink my foolhardiness!Be vanished! - Be hanished! -If ye deemest me not wroth.My hand hieth to unsheathe the swordLest thou dost totter -Whid along! - Wherefore irk my haughtiness?""No man... No man at all!Be it lord of beggarBereaveth my dignity!""Loom my darling sun -Bear the scarlet colour!""Wherefore bereaveThe kine of the sward?Wherefore holdest thou forMe such a quailing scowl?""I do, in the blooming flower, pleasure find!""Innocence is reserved for the meek:Of naught is my grasp ne'er to be!
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