I met the Bishop on the road And much said he and I. `Those breasts are flat and fallen now, Those veins must soon be dry; Live in a heavenly mansion, Not in some foul sty.` `Fair and foul are near of kin, And fair needs foul,` I cried. `My friends are gone, but that`s a truth Nor grave nor bed denied, Learned in bodily lowliness And in the heart`s pride. `A woman can be proud and stiff When on love intent; But Love has pitched his mansion in The place of excrement; For nothing can be sole or whole That has not been rent.`SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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