No man parried as such entered the Ark!
Nor loved his God, whispering expletives
From behind. Why that quarried pit, when
I've a nymph's scarf, to ennoble my desire
My mind? No man sets out to shock Paris,
Artistically he reaches an impasse, suffice it
To say, a line: Marriage is not provocative!
Pomade on the pillows (the Impresario's true
Pitch more greying cloud than clap of dark
Thunder) more or less marked an end to fine
Cotton and brocade: no launders' salt can
Lift. Lovemaking's Rorschach (if you permit)
Tests more in laughter in catching of breath
Than analysis, the propriety of one's maids.